promise.

Chapter 1

Jin lay on the floor, tears streaming down his face. He looked around the dark bedroom. There it was. He got up, walking across the room like a zombie, to the picture on his desk. It showed him, back when his hair was brown, the bags under his eyes less prominent, his smile wide, happy, childlike. 

And next to him, his best friend, bright eyes, cute little smile, jet-black hair was Park Jimin. His best friend since he moved to Seoul when he was six. Looking at the picture hurt Seokjin. It was only a year ago, on his eighteenth birthday when they had taken this picture. So much had change since then he stared at the photo frame in his hands. 

Suddenly, a wave of anger, frustration, and mixed emotions swept over Jin. His eyes were tearing up, tears threatening to fall. He threw the photo frame across the room. 

It broke. 

"FUCK YOU PARK JIMIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU I HATE I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU, YOU TRAITOR-'' he collapsed on his bed, tears streaming down his face. His guttural screams echoed in his ears. That stupid, annoying, arrogant lying traitorous piece of absolute shit.

But why did he still miss him so much?

12 years ago

"Seokjin, come on don't be scared! Our neighbors are lovely!" his mother pulled him along. 

"B-but eomma, I don't want to! What if they're mean to me?'' six year old Jin whined.

"Aiya, Seokjin, stop overreacting. If you don't like it there we can leave early, okay?" his mother compromised. The Park's have a son too! He's only a year younger than you. Come on." She knocked on the door. 

A pretty, young woman came to the door. "Mrs. Kim! I'm so glad you came!" the two women hugged. 

Mrs. Park looked at Seokjin, a warm smile on her lips. "You must be Seokjin! Its lovely to meet you," she said warmly. 

Jin nodded, hiding behind his mother slightly. They went in, and went to the living room, which was warm, and comfortable. 

Mrs. Park was still smiling. "Make yourselves at home, I'll go get Jimin." She left. 

Jin's mother walked around the living room, looking at the various pictures. Mrs. Park returned, with a cute little five years old. He had plump lips, his hair black, and his eyes wide and bright. He was grinning. "Hi! I'm Chimin! What's your name?" 

"S-Seokjin," Jin replied. 

Jimin laughed cutely. "I'm gonna call you Seokchinnie! Ok?" he asked. 

"Ye-yeah." 

Mrs. Park smiled. "Jimin, why don't you take Seokjin to your room and play for a while ok?" 

"Ok eomma!" Jimin grabbed Jin's hand. His hands were warm, just like everything in the house. He gently pulled him upstairs to his room.

They played for about two hours, switching from game to game. By the end of the play date, they were best friends. Jin and Jimin had warmed up to each other. "Chinnie! We'll be fwiends fowevew, wight?" Jimin asked the older boy. 

Jin smiled and hugged Jimin. "Yes! Of course." Jimin pouted, hugging him back. He held out his pinky finger. 

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

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this is being edited because i cant stand looking at this thing so messy anymore smh