Traffic wasn't dense when they left and it took them less than hour later that the luxurious car pulled over before the shabbiest looking building the omega had ever seen.
He climbed off the vehicle, slamming the door's shut. It's truly a pity the
only bestfriend he had lived in such a pathetic place. He thought as he crossed bthe street and entered the dilapidated building. He sighed as he briskly stepped in.
The bridling entrance door gave into his nudge with a creaky and dull sound proper to old places. As always the elevator was out of order. Three years since Taehyung moved into the building and he did not recall one time it worked. He shot it a disdainful look before heading toward the stairs. He climbed it reaching the third floor within a few minutes and knocked at the right door.
He'd a spare key but didn't feel like pulling it out. The door swung open
revealing his childhood friend, smilling at him.
"Didn't expect you." he said stepping aside to let him in.
He followed him inside the small apartment, smirking at the decoration as he plopped down on the old battered couch.
For all the contempt he felt for the humans there was one who always escaped to the general rule of a species that prided themselves wrongly in being at the top of the food chain and it's him.
Kim Taehyung was his childhood friend. The only one he ever had to be honest. His parents used to be butlers for the Parks. He's indubitably human but beyond that he's way more. He's the only person to truly understand jimin and the motivations that guided him. He never judged him even when sometimes he crossed the lines. He's honest to a fault and the kindness personified. He's eight when he met the seven year old butler's son and ever since both had been attached at the hips not even his old man's multiples attempts to kill their friendships succeeded to separate them.
He fancied himself to be an aspiring painters and was quite good. Van gogh, Renoir were the masters he worshipped. He lived quite sparingly because even though he was the bestfriend of the heir to one of the biggest fortune of the country it'd be
b
eneath him to ask for help from a friend. So he worked as freelance art restorer for individual and also did his own original works.
His shoes box sized apartment was in his image. Paintings of well known artists covered the blue colored walls. He didn't have the means to afford authentic paintings and so most of the ones he owed were painted by him and he's talented and would have succeeded a while ago if only he'd let the omega help him but he's stubborn for a human and wanted to succeed at his own merits.
That Jimin could understand very well. His bad humor lessened.
"Hyuk hyungnim called and told me what happened. I'm surprised you're
taking it so well." he wondered walking back in the living holding two mugs filled with hot cocoa that he set down on the coffee table before him.
"Don't be fooled, I'm seething." he let out. His friend chuckling.
"I can imagine." He picked up one of the mug that he offered him. The omega accepted, cradling the steaming thing between his cold hands.
He took a sip, eyes wandering around until they landed on the Basquiat
painting he'd offered him as a birthday gift.
"and what are you going to do?" he asked casually, taking place next to him.
The omega smirked over the rim of his mug, steam wafting up and evaporing in the air. "I admit I underestimated the old man's cunningness but i still haven't told my last word." He promised.
