jimin was on the ground. from the early blue sky he could tell it was around 6am in the morning. jimin blinked as a leaf slowly fell down and onto his back of his hand that crossed over his stomach. a sigh fell from his lips as his brows furrowed in distress. the clouds were scattered like a stampede. his blinks were slow as his drying, tired eyes watched as the tops of trees bent with the wind.
"precious and few are the moments we two can share," he whispered as he sung, shivering slightly over the morning breeze. "quiet and blue like the sky, i'm hung over you."
[august, 1965]
"mommy, when is your cold going to go away?" jimin mumbles as he kicks aside a cloth with red stains. the mother watched as the tone in his voice seemed pouty. "and stop eating so many strawberries, mommy."
the mother furrowed her brows and smiled as she drew hair out of his face. she motioned for jimin to sit up with her and cuddle on the bed. she placed a medical mask over his mouth and winked when he stared up at her.
"baby, will you promise to dance for me when you're all big and strong? can you dance to our song?" she smiles wide.
jimin nods, hugging his mother tighter. "i will! the morning i turn 18 i want to dance a special routine i've been practising!"
"let's sing together, hm?" her eyes began to drift away.
"and if i can't find my way back home," she whispers, "it just wouldn't be fair." a sniffle. "it just wouldn't be fair. 'cause precious and few are the moments we two can share."
[1973]
"jimin?" the boys eyes abruptly opened. he sat up, a piercing pain shooting through his head. he held a hand to the side of his temple and looked for the person who owned that voice.
"hoseok," he smiled and stood up. behind hoseok, who grabbed jimins hand to help him up, was a running taehyung. as he made it to the two, he started wheezing. "taehyung, aren't you on the volleyball team? i figured you could take a bit of running," jimin chuckled.
"yes, but she is on a fucking hill." hoseok chuckled.
"jimin why are you at the tree?"
he shrugged. "dunno."
taehyung rolled his eyes. "your father is looking for you. you know how he gets when you skip school."
"of course," he grumbled. he crouched down and touched the tree. "bye momma."
taehyung and hoseok looked at each other. they both felt guilty for some reason. hoseok just started to walk back with jimin, but taehyung remained.
"i'm sorry for what's to come."
⚭
"jimin!" namjoon grabbed the boy and held him close. jimin smirked and hugged him back. "i was worried. your father called me and said you weren't there at school and i called him saying you weren't here. we tried hoseok and he tried taehyung and—"
jimin rolled his eyes and kissed namjoon. hoseok watched as the boy and the man shared each other gracefully. taehyung looked down, interested in anything other than the couple.
"joonie, you're so sweet!" he cooed.
"where'd you go last night? i heard you leave. i knew i should have followed you!" jimins playful smirk soon fell away as memories of the following night replayed in his head. "jimin?"
"huh? oh nowhere important. just went out for a quick run to clear my head," he smiled. namjoon nodded, not fully believing the words.
his eyes averted up and down jimin. "fine. but your father is very very angry with you. he told me to come get you, so we need to go—"
"i-i can't! not right now, at least. can we go somewhere else?" he turned to his two best friends. "can you please cover for us?"
hoseok lifted the bottom of his eye softly with his cheek. "i don't know, jimin, it seems a bit risky."
"please, seokie? for me?" he pleaded with his hands intertwined together.
"hold on, jimin, i haven't quite agreed to this," says namjoon with his arms crossed. "if we get caught my job is over with."
jimin pouted. namjoon sighed and a smile immediately grew onto his lips. a squeal fell out as he grabbed namjoon by the hand and ran him up to his room. the bare feet and the dress shoes made a noise that seemed like a satisfying tune in his ears.
as the reached the conjoined rooms that namjoon grew to adore, jimin let go of his hand; namjoon placed a hand onto it to keep it warm again. jimin walked to play a song on the phonograph that his mother bought him. the song "twilight time" began to play out loud. namjoon gulped at jimin peering seductively over his shoulder with a smirk.
"jimin, do you perhaps have daddy issues?" namjoon asks, nibbling his bottom lip. jimin shrugged softly, the smirk never disappearing.
"come here and let me show you, daddy."
just a psa for people wondering why i don't write sex scenes in this book: think about the word lolita.
