𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

三

"Thank you so much, and if we meet again, I promise, I will tell you everything."

Yoongi nodded in understanding, not wanting to push the boy any further, "Jimin, let's just sleep now, You probably need it."

The younger sighed in understanding and let go of Yoongi, only to be pulled back into the latter's arms.

Jimin rested his head into Yoongi's chest shyly, as Yoongi pulled the covers over the both of them.

"Thank you," Jimin whispered, then fell into a deep slumber.

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The sound of cars whizzing by resonated within the ground Jimin found himself resting on. Footsteps sounded angry and rushed around his body, as he was probably in some obscure area of the city. The young man was thoroughly confused as he opened his eyes to an intense amount of light attacking his vision. He reached up to rub the sandman's sleeping sand, that didn't exactly allow him to sleep well, out of his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine noticing the little no fabric on his body. At this point, he was grateful for the fact that his manhood was covered. When he finally adjusted his eyes to his surroundings, the first thing he noticed was that he was in fact in an alleyway, fairly close to the busy streets at that.

Suddenly, an older woman, probably of high status in society, was walking right down the alleyway Jimin woke up in. She finally made her way close to Jimin, he looked at her as she was passing. Right then, a couple of bills and some miscellaneous coins flew square into his face. He put two and two together and realized she had thrown money at him. He was puzzled for a short moment, that was until he looked down at the floor around him. Money was scattered every which way, not to mention there was an odd pen in the mix.

"What."

"The."

"Fuck."

For some reason, Jimin was so disturbed by the situation. Why were people still throwing money at him? He had figured out that no matter the reason, he hated when money was thrown at him. Although pity probably felt the worst. He didn't like the idea of people who worked so for their money, to suddenly let their sympathy and empathy take over. Then he found himself asking these questions.

"Will this be my lifestyle?"

"Will I always be a parasite?"

Jimin was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt the dam in his eyes overflow with tears. He silently cried as he watched the glistening liquid fall down onto his lap. He took a moment for himself so he could reflect on all he has done wrong. To Jimin, everything he did seemed wrong...

Jimin tried his best to stop his tears from trickling any longer, and eventually, he was triumphant. The young man thought it would be best if he hurried home or else his... beating... would be worse. As he stood up he heard a paper rustle inside his make-shift underwear, so as anyone else he took it out. Just as he was about to throw it on the ground, he saw letters, so he just had to read what it had to say.

"Hey Jimin, I'm really sorry but your manager booted us out for, god knows why. Also, I'm sorry I couldn't take you to my home, my brother is sick and I wouldn't wish that upon you. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that you are really handsome and I'd like to get to know you. ;)))))))

-Min Yoongi xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Next thing you know Jimin found himself in front of a payphone. His eyes bore into the phone in front of him. Jimin was quite timorous about calling you-know-who. He didn't exactly realize but his heart was beating erratically out of his chest. For what? A measly call? Jimin soon found his mind degrading everything about himself. Jimin could feel rise and fall of his chest speeding up dramatically, his eyes began watering, his heart beating even faster than before.

Suddenly, he stopped himself. He took a couple of deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Soon enough he found himself 'shushing' his mind.

Jimin decided his best course of action would be to put his emotions aside in just one more bottle, and just go for it. The young fellow put a 25 cent coin into the coin slot, obviously, he had no problem paying for his call. He then dialed the number on the note and waited, not without gnawing on his fingernails in the process.

'bzzzzt'

'bzzzzt'

'bzzzzt'

'bzzzzt'

Somebody finally picked up the phone. "Hello, this is the Kim/Min house, who is this?"

Jimin took a deep breath, then answered, "This Park Jimin, is Min Yoongi able to speak to me?"

"Ahhh, more please~~ sure I'll have Yoongi on the line in a moment."

Jimin had no idea what was going on in that call and after those last words were spoken, he heard some indistinct yelling about a house phone and a line.

The dial tone was heard once more until a scratchy voice picked up the phone, "Hello? Who is this?"

Jimin chuckled when he recognized the voice, "Hi Yoongi, it's Jimin."

"Ohhh Jimin, I haven't been able to get you off my mind, a-a-and I'm sorry, I hope you aren't livid."

Jimin was sort of entertained by the way he lost his confidence so quickly, but to be fair, Jimin wasn't any better. "It's ok, I'm sure you tried your best to help me. Well, I was wondering if I could come over because I-I Ummm... don't think I can go home right now."

The line was silent for a moment, "Sure, I don't see why not, you need my address right? And I assume you are on a payphone, so we should do this quick."

Jimin made a sound of understanding and took out that strange pen he found along with Yoongi's note, "Ready."

"My address is 1348 Pinewood street. Our house is the ugly green one on the corner. Did you get that?"

"I've got it, and thanks Yoongi, for everything."

"Oh, it's fine, really. OH also~~"

The dial tone was heard followed by a female voice, "Your time is up, to continue your call you will have to insert another coin and dial the number again, Have a nice day." Jimin was mildly frustrated at this and just decided to catch a taxi and ask Yoongi what he was saying when he got to the location.

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Jimin moved to the street and hailed a taxi, the driver looked at him very confused but nonetheless, let him inside. Jimin showed him the address that was written on the crumpled up paper, and the dude gave him a fearful look and drove anyway.

What taxi driver's do for money...

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