Lost life

Welcome

"You worthless piece of shit!", he screamed at me. "And you think, that you are going to be something big!?", he asked with a loud voice. "Let me show you something big!" In a blink of an eye i was on the floor, holding my red, pulsing cheek. "Don't you ever dream, son! There is no space for dreams in the world!", he groaned at me, while my tears were overflowing. "You belong to the reality! Not to your useless shit you think something is worth!", he spat at my shoulder. Slowly i opened my eyes, to see Jungkook staring down at me. "What's up Jimin? Never heard that bad dreams are also dreams?" He was wearing his famous smirk and i felt dizzy. I couldn't breath. And again, my eyes closed.

Jimin woke up, sweating heavily. His eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light and he noticed it only was a nightmare. A nightmare...

Jimin still missed Jungkook like crazy, but also didn't. He didn't understand it himself, but wished that Jungkook would understand how important it was for him. And how he wouldn't fail and crawl back to him. Jimin knew he succeed, he just knew it.

Waking up to the first day in Seoul was quite exciting for him. Already early on his feet, Jimin was walking around the city. He just searched for places to go to and trying to memorize the area a bit. He was happy that around the his hotel weren't that much people.He liked it silent and simple.

After some time his stomach growled and he just walked past the Italian restaurant. He looked for a café or a bakery, anything to fill his stomach. "Lost again?", asked the same person he met one day ago. Jimin looked to his left to see him grinning like an idiot. A cute idiot.

"Actually yes.", answere Jimin politely. " Actually yes.", he repeated the stranger, using air quetos. "God, talk like people talk today. Say yes or stop asking me you creepy stranger and mind your own life."

"Sorry for not being on your standards but that's how i talk. ", defended Jimin himself. "Well, let's praise the lord that you even can stand for yourself."

"Go away,.", Jimin rolled his eyes. "You sure? I thought you were searching for something?", rose the stranger an eyebrow. "It's nothing in your interest anyway."

"You are slowly getting there, i like that." The stranger smiled proudly, a smile Jimin never saw on someone before. "So, tell me what you are searching and i promise to not being an." He held his hands up in defense, his mile changing into a playful one. "That's a deal. I'm hungry. Is there a café or such?" Jimin smiled sweatly, making the stranger in front of him flustered. "You don't know how difficult you are making it for me." Something at how the stranger acted made Jimin laugh. "I will show you."

Even when both went in silence, they felt comfortable around each other. The way was long and Jimin could swear the black haired went an extra long way to confuse him. "Here's it." He pointed at the cute, cozy café at the end of the street. "Thank you very much." smile Jimin up at him. The stranger looked at him and pinched the brink of his nose. "If we weren't in public i'd maybe curse you out, boy. Stop being such a-" "I get it, i get it.", laughed Jimin. "Ayo, thanks man.", tried Jimin with a more confident smile and offered him a hand. The stranger only laughed, shaking his head. "You have much to learn, boy. See you around."  The black haired only nooded his head before disapppearing and Jimin muttered a low "rude" under his breath. He entered the café and scents of coffee and cunnamon filled his nostrills. He inmediately fell in love with it.

He walked straight to the counter and started at the delicious Acke and other sort of bakery. "What can i serve you?", asked a nice male voice Jimin lifted his head. He was greeted by a handsome smile, on a handsome face with some handsome punk hair.

"Handsome...", spilled Jimin out, staring at him and the obviously older man chuckled. "You don't have to tell me." Jimin flushed red, holding his hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry." Embarrassment couldn't describe what the silver haired felt. "Don't be, i'm lucky being born handsome. Now tell me what you want, because i'm surely not what you will get.", winked the pink haired. Jimin's blush intensified and he looked at the ground, his hand in his hair. "A donut?", he asked shyly. "Aww, you are even cuter.", giggled the pink haired. "Thank you, i think." Jimin was sure he was going to die out of embarrassment.