If Youth Were A Punishment |ON HOLD|

Chapter 2, Sourire Du Vin

A/N:

I apologize for the lack of chapter that have been released recently. I don't have much to say for this one.

Enjoy.

{Jimin's POV}

"No, no.." I breathed through unconsciousness, hyperventilation filling every inch within my lungs as I tried to crawl free. As the district sleepwalking had overcome me, I could feel my body lunging itself forward.

As pain struck, I awakened.

Of course, there had been no more familiar sight than myself. My own reflective remained sempiternal.

As I shifted my gaze away from the mirror and throughout the room, I planted my sights on a bottle of red wine that had tipped on its side and drenched my carpet floor in red.

A beautiful color.

On the bottle, I was able to decipher the brand and year.

Vin De La Mort, 1993.

Making my way toward the spilled alcohol, I crouched down, a smirk across my face.

"You make me smile.." I mumbled to the bottle, picking it up it one hand and downing what was left of the crimson liquid.

Allowing a small groan to escape my lips, I tossed the bottle to the side and watched as it shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

"Clean." I commanded to nobody.

As I brushed my hair back with the palm of my hand, I hummed to myself lowly. As the thoughts and memories of that night in my hospital bed returned to take place, my hum progressed into a snicker. Snicker becoming a maniacal laugh.

Choking on my breath, I was able to catch my laughter in one and cease myself from purging that laughter any more. As soon that had ended, I grew bored. Growing even more bored with every passing hour.

A thought had greet my mind. I'd go for a little walk! That would surely make me feel better.

I skipped upward to retrieve by black trench coat, purposely leaving my phone on the kitchen counter. I knew I wouldn't need it.

As I directed myself out of my apartment, I bumped into a tall male whose features struck me as specifically beautiful.

"Hello." He said.

I could feel my lips part as if about to speak. However, I didn't understand why he spoke to me. Everyone in the building had avoided me.. They all knew that I was crazy. Unless...

"Are you new to the building?" I questioned, awaiting a response as the man bounced on his toes.

"Yes. My name is Kim Taehyung." He smiled a bright, boxy smile. I hadn't seen a person smile at me for a while. This, Kim Taehyung.. He struck me as a good person.

It had taken me a moment to realize that he was waiting for me to introduce myself as well. So, I did that.

"Park Jimin." I replied, my attention still fixed on the man's unusual beauty. He chuckled and shoved his hands into his pant pockets, still bouncing up and down on his toes as he spoke.

"Sooo, Park Jimin. I don't really have any friends in the building, and, you seem cool! Wanna be friends?" Shocked. I was absolutely, completely shocked. Why on earth would this boy ask to be friends after less than five minutes of conversation? Confusing was all that took place in my mind as I tilted my head and talked back to the other.

"And how do I know you're not going to stab my in my sleep or push me off a cliff?" I interrogated, my best intentions to keep myself safe speaking for themselves.

And just when I was about to give this boy a piece of my mind, he started to laugh. I scoffed and crossed my arms, completely disgusted with this, Taehyung's behaviour.

"You're so funny! Ah, here. This is my phone number." He handed me a slip of paper with a phone number scribbled across the surface. His smile never seemed to fade from his features as he gazed at me.

I was speechless. This man, who I had never met before, had requested my friendship, laughed at me, and then demanded that I keep in contact with him! I couldn't believe the nerve on this psychopath.

And then, he left. Leaving my figure standing speechless with my jaw dropped and a piece of paper stuffed inside my fist.

"What the hell was that?"