Nights like These

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POV: Jimin

My blood was everywhere as I laid limply on the ground in a pool of red liquid. Bruises covered my skin and deep gashes were streaming out a crimson red. A sudden sadness washed over me for no reason. Well, actually for all the reasons in my life that I just seem to muse over. It was cold outside, not enough to be snowing, but it was windy and below 40 degrees. It's nights like these I want to go out and roam around the empty streets. It's nights like these I want to go to the top of skyscrapers and walk around the edge. And that's exactly what I did. I left the dreariness of that house and just walked. I have no idea where I am going but anywhere is better than the one I just left.

The city is the best place to breathe. No one knows you and you don't know them. But it is also the loneliest place. No one would just simply stop and ask you if you were alright or if you needed help. They would just pass by you thinking, "Oh my what happened to him? He's all injured, I hope he's alright." Then immediately, they would push their own self being to the front of their mind and think about something trivial like, "I wonder what's for dinner."

I exhaled into the cool night air and watched as the heat puffed into a cloud that dissipated towards the sky. Snapping out of my thoughts I realized I was walking down a shady street with multiple alleys leading to nowhere. Only a few street lamps lit the path in front of me. Junkies littered the streets, cat calling out to any one who passed by them. I rolled my eyes as they whistled out disgusting attempts like, "Hey baby how about you come with me and I'll show you how to have a good time?" I gagged at the implications of indecency of their words and just kept walking.

Soon after, though, an unfortunate boy fell victim to the junkies. He was around the same height as me, had dark fluffy hair, and an adorable face with soft features. He struggled to refuse the assholes but he was too polite and quiet for them to hear. They violently grabbed his wrist and started to grab his waist from behind. His desperate expression aggravated me. Why doesn't he just lash out on them to back the fuck off? My blood began to rise as I felt my skin heat up. I couldn't just stand there and watch him get harassed. My mind blanked and suddenly I felt my fist hitting skin and bones. My knuckles stung and my hearing was fading out the screams of the trashy people as I continued to bash into each and everyone of the scum's faces.

Soon the streets silenced as I regained awareness of my surroundings. I turned slowly to face the quivering dark-haired boy behind me. "Are you alright?" I questioned. He gave a slight nod and stood there shaking. Before I could turn around to leave, his eyes widened and a pair of warm hands rushed to touch my hands, which were bleeding. A soft voice full of concern rang out into the silence, "You're bleeding! Let's go to a hospital and get yourself patched up!" I instantly refused the offer as to prevent further questions of previous injuries on my body. "I'd rather not tell how this happened to the doctors." "Then I'll take care of your injuries, please~." The dark-haired boy looked up to me with puppy dog eyes and worry lines began to appear on his cute face. Hesitantly I responded, "Yes." And I was returned with a genuinely happy face that showed off his gummy smile and crescent-shaped eyes. I internally screamed at the cute boy and I felt my cheeks tinge with a deep shade of red. I tried to keep my cool as best I could while I stuttered the words, "M-m-my name is Park Jimin. What's yours?" The adorable  boy replied with a name I would never forget. "Min Yoongi."

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Hello this is my first time ever writing fan fict so it might be trash but I hope to improve and update as soon as possible :')
-KL