BTS Imagines

Enigma - part 9

// The Annual Fundraising Gala pt 1 //

It was the night of the Annual Fundraising Gala and every household in that suburban town was dressed to the nine, donning every expensive accessory they owned and taking out their luxurious cars for a ride. Let it be known that for this night, it was a battle of riches and reputation.

And Yoongi wanted no part of it.

His footsteps echo in the desolated building he calls home. It was heart-wrenching to know it used to be filled with beautiful classics playing from his mum's prized gramophone; a family heirloom that she treasured. Her father had gotten it as a gift from his father, she said, and hence passed down to her when Grandpapa passed. Now that she no longer graced the rotten soils of Earth, it belonged to Yoongi. But the vinyl classics that came from their yellowing paper jacket just doesn't sound beautiful anymore. It screeched and whined against the gramophone needle as if trying to remind Yoongi that his mother was gone.

The keys in his hands jingled as he starts the onyx black Jeep Wrangler he had gotten for his 16th birthday. His father had gifted him a number of cars, a way of showing compassion after his mother's death, but none of them seemed to fill the void in his heart. The Jeep Wrangler though descended from his mother's hands and so he feels homely whenever he takes it out for a drive.

Yoongi's father was not a person of emotions; a cruel thing to have been passed down to Yoongi. He was all bolts and screw, no hint of affirmation in his bones. His idea of making his child happy was to shower Yoongi with materialistic things. But his mother, she was a priceless gem and the sweetest human being alive. Everything she does, it was done with genuine love and care. Her touches were soft, her words were hymns and her love for Yoongi bubbled out of the pot. But his view on life vanishes of colour and was only seen with black and white lenses after she passed. The grief in him never went away.

Yoongi takes the winding back road to the greying building of St Strachan Rutherford Academy. The humongous building looked droopy and gloomy in the dark of night, a stark contrast to the grand look it held during the day. He steers his jeep off road and parks it by the side of the gate near the dorms. What an irony for him to be breaking into school when during the day, he was desperate to get out.

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"Honey! Can you please come down? The guests are arriving!"

Jin hears his mother's shrill voice from his room. It was a wonder how that petite woman could exude such a bombastic sound. He hears his mother fret about the servers' sloppy attire as he straightens out his tailored blush pink suit. Jin's freshly dyed blonde hair went well with his pink ensemble and he made a note to himself to personally thank Alfred for his suggestion. He was never a fan of garish blonde dyes but after he was referred to Alfred's talented friend, he decided, the two deserved a new pair of Cartier watch each.