Jimin has always considered himself as someone quite normal. His habits were like any young adult, he would cry while watching a sad movie, smile at a cute dog in the middle of the street and of course, sometimes, he could get a bit angry but in his opinion, it remained something healthy.
His meaning of healthy seemed like the opposite of all the people surrounding him. First, his birth givers tired of his constant anger since he came to life, got rid of him taking him to an orphanage. Dozens of psychiatrist tried to understand what triggered his aggressive behaviour, questioning him for years to understand how the hell this monster worked. A monster? Jimin didn't like hearing that word but it was almost more used than his actual name. Ira for some, Wrath for the others, Jimin was known for being a frustrated child. Not the rebellious kind, just the mentally fucked up kid who was only guided by his anger. Jimin could be good, happy, cheerful for a moment until a small thing bothering him.
Not that he was even doing it on purpose, especially that day. Quietly waiting on the line at Starbucks, Jimin closed his eyes, his fingers bruised still felt painful. The scars were almost healed. Whenever his eyes landed on the bruises, his nose crunched unintentionally. He couldn't see what was going on at the end of the line and it started pissing him off. On the tip on his shoes, he glanced up, struggling to see. As if it was his fault if everyone was fucking high. Jimin was obviously not small, he was tall and people always managed to make him think the opposite.
'What are you doing? Can't you fucking go faster damn?' Jimin spat, slamming his palm against the counter. His fist closed, aching, his teeth gritted against each other.
All the eyes in the room landed on him, glaring at the monster who was only tired of waiting. Another ridiculous reaction. Normal people get impatient as well. He wasn't that special.
'I'm just ordering my coffee if you can't wait there's another Starbucks across the street.'
It came from a calm voice, low almost unbothered by Jimin. If he had to choose what made him the most mad in this simple sentence, he would go for the bored glance he received from the guy who talked. No anger, no irritation, just nothing. It drove Jimin crazy. Who the hell was that dude to look at him as if he was irrelevant?
'Who are you to talk to me like that? You know what? Fuck off you fucking irrelevant snob.'
He watched as the man took his coffee cup in his hands, walking to the door without even giving a look at Jimin and it made him so damn mad.
His eyes remained on the guy who pursed his lips to drink his coffee, throwing his head back, eyes closed in he supposed pleasure. Jimin looked down at his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed his drink. After a moment, he turned his head, exhaling, when the barista stared at him dumbfounded.
'I'll take a coffee. Black. No sugar.'
The barista nodded, rushing to the counter to prepare his order. Jimin just remained there, his fists clenched, the scars tingling. His day was not supposed to go bad, he had to meet his new producer, Min Yoogu or something. Jimin didn't even bother learning the name of the dude. For what? He would see him like once a month, so it was more than useless for him to pretend to care about that guy.
