Just let me love you (a jikook fanfiction) Mature content

Chapter 1 Jimin

The last speck of evening sun was disappearing behind the tall high rises in the bustling metropolis of Korea's capital city of Seoul.  20 year old Park Jimin had moved here about a year ago, wanting to experience a new life away from the stifling one he was living with his parents in Busan.  Park Jimin, or just 'Jimin' to his friends was a beautiful soul, fair features enhanced by full lips and sparkling eyes.  

His love for dance had led him to the bright lights of the capital and he'd hoped to make it big as a contemporary dancer at a prestigious performing arts school there. 

 His parents had been disappointed with his decision as they had hoped he would take over the small family bakery for their retirement, but after seeing Jimin dance for them they had realised that this special talent should not be confined to a small corner of Korea and that they would bless their son for his future.  

Jimin had been grateful to have such understanding parents and he was sad that he had not seen them in a year since he had moved to Seoul other than to Skype once a week, but the conversations were becoming more awkward the more that Jimin's personality evolved within the city and became less of the quiet introverted boy that has kissed his parents goodbye. 

 His mother had been taken aback by the blue contacts and eyeliner that Jimin was wearing on their last chat and he had had to lie and say he was fresh from a performance.  He had died his once jet black hair blonde and grown it a little, very stylish in the City, but not so much in his home town, and not so much with his parents.  

He remembered the uncomfortable surprise on their faces when they had appeared on the screen, his mother said he had lost weight and was worrying if he was eating, this was now the normal weekly conversation, mixed with long awkward pauses as though no one had anything in common to talk about anymore and the gap between the old world and the new was expanding day by day. 

Jimin would often sit on the rooftop of his small apartment to watch the evening sun disappear, it was his favourite time in the city, the hustle and bustle dying down, the warmth of the evening against his skin.  He would close his eyes and often think about the day he had experienced and often wondered about his parents, if they were ok, if they were proud of him, if they would ever understand the man he was becoming. 

 Although he had felt trapped in his old life, he missed the sense of love and security that his family brought him, he had a few close friends here in Seoul, friends from the school, in particular his favourite Kim Taehyung.  

Jimin smiled when he thought about Tae, handsome, witty and charismatic, everyone's favourite.  He always cheered Jimin up when he was having a down day, or had a confidence crisis.  He always knew what to say in a situation and often used Jimin as his 'wing man' on dates in payment for his words of wisdom.  Tae didn't need a wing man, he was more than popular with the girls at school, Jimin thought it was more for his benefit to help him fit in and to find a 'good girl' he would often tease.  

Jimin was described a cute by girls, not as tall as most of the boys in his circle, but with a dancers body and pronounced abdominal muscles, when he performed he would turn into someone else, his body became the music and that caught him the attention from the opposite sex.  

Although Jimin enjoyed the company of a pretty girl hanging off his every word, he never wanted to take it further, he didn't ask for their number or think about them afterwards, Tae asked him if he might be gay once, but Jimin said truthfully that he didn't think so, but that no one had come into his life yet that made his stomach do that funny flip, or his heart beat faster, male or female, so the possibility might always be out there.  Tae was cool with this, he didn't judge, and this was Seoul, a diverse, cosmopolitan capital where you could just be yourself with Tae embracing every second, it was one of the things that Jimin admired most about his friend. 

What Jimin missed most was the warmth of skinship, his parents had been very loving throughout his childhood and it was the one thing lacking in this sometimes cold city life.  His group of friends often hugged him as they knew he felt loneliness so acutely and needed that extra bit of attention and if it wasn't for them Jimin would have given up his dream of dance and returned home long ago.  

 Whilst deep in thought with the last of the warm breeze against his skin he became aware of someone singing, it wasn't a song he was familiar with and the words were sad and heartfelt.  Jimin felt the goose bumps start to rise on his arms and back of his neck and his heart rate accelerated as he closed his eyes to the melody of the soulful voice. 

 He couldn't see the singer, but it was male, young and either very sad, or very lonely, he let a single tear escape and roll down his face as he made a connection with the words and began to move his body to the melody letting each feeling out, losing himself to the lone voice as the evening sun disappeared and the night cascaded around him.