Knowing - jikook au

Past.

Writing this to ignore the fact that I had an audition to get into uni yesterday and it's royally fucked me in the brain because I got through to the group auditions but I have no idea how it went from there.

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Past. The one thing Jimin was never truly able to escape.

"Thank you for shopping at Jolly Shoppers, have a nice day," Jimin drawled out, handing change over to the customer he was serving and seeing them off with a half-hearted wave, before slumping back on the counter next to the cash register. Why, oh why, did Jimin end up in the hell that was Jolly Shoppers? Because you abandoned the love of the life. It's what you deserve, you utter waste of space, he accused himself in his head.

Jimin's eyes dragged over to the corner of the shop, where a boy of about 12 looked around nervously, before reaching into the jar of lollipops and stuffing handfuls of them into his bag in such a discreet way, that Jimin would never have noticed if he wasn't staring directly at him (note the sarcasm). Jimin wasn't angry, more annoyed. It was an inconvenience. With a reluctant sigh, Jimin stood up and made his way over to the little boy, standing behind him with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised. The boy turned around and gasped slightly, not expecting the worker to be there.

"Excuse me," the boy said, trying to get past, but Jimin put his hands on the boy's shoulders and kept him in place.

"Want to put those lollipops back, or are you going to pay for them?" Jimin cocked his head to the side, patronising the boy who rolled his eyes. "Don't make me call for the manager."

"Are you trying to scare me? Because it's not working very well - you're short," the boy replied, dragging his eyes up and down Jimin's body. Jimin straightened, hands falling to his sides as he let out a noise of annoyance. He wasn't that short! Granted, for a guy 5'7 could be seen as short but still! The kid was only about 5'2! That's a whole 5 inches difference! (And yes, those inches mattered a lot to Jimin).

"Listen here, brat," Jimin leaned down slightly, despite knowing that trying to intimidate the little boy wouldn't work. He wasn't scary enough. "You're going to put those sweets back, or you can tell me your phone number and I'll have your parents come and collect you, and they won't be too happy." Jimin extended his flat palm to the boy, expecting him to place the lollipops in it and be on his way. Instead, much to the chagrin of Jimin, the little boy quickly flung his foot up, hitting the worker straight in the balls. Jimin gasped and curled into himself, dropping to the floor as the little brat ran past him, cackling in an evil, devilish way as he exited the shop. Jimin cursed, as he got onto his knees, wincing at the pain in his crotch. Little kids were such brats  those days, Jimin was sure he was never that bad when he was younger.
Catching sight of a strawberry lolly on the floor, Jimin picked it up and unwrapped it, before popping it on his tongue. He deserved it for receiving the ultimate punishment of being overpowered by a 12-year-old who had kicked him in the dick. It was Jolly Shoppers' compensation towards the kids he'd never have. Not that you'd have kids anyway, you gay piece of shit, he thought.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"I got assaulted by a 12-year-old boy," Jimin spat in reply to the voice he heard, raising his eyebrows when his friend (well, acquaintance) stepped in front of him and offered a hand to help him up. Jimin took it and stood, coming face to face with Min Yoongi, the first person he'd met after moving to the area, almost two years ago. They hadn't started on the best of terms - Jimin had crashed into him, making him spill hot coffee all down his new white shirt. Thank goodness his boyfriend, Hoseok, was there, or Jimin would probably be dead. Like he was meant to be. "What are you doing here, anyway?" Jimin asked, looking down slightly and rubbing the back of his head.