◂◅broken by nature

n e w b o o k

n e w b o o k

f i r s t + s e c o n d p e r s o n
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Yoongi's pov

The boy that had previously been running through the club doors was now making his way down the slope of earth.. So many things stood out about him.. He was like a new book. This book had the most descriptive blurb and I must say such an extraordinary front cover.. Aside from looks, this book had a padlock. And this padlock looked like not even the strongest substance on earth could break it.

It was normal, for me to be able to tell information  about someone or something  specifically from only a few things. My father used to call me 'The Korean Sherlock.' I just called bullshit and told him I was just somewhat observant. Which, was obviously more than true.

Back to the weeping boy. Eighteen. That's obvious.

The boys posture, state, even the location pointed towards this age. Why not seventeen i had to ask myself? Well, after the boy had spoken his first words to me asking for a cigarette.. there was that cocky tone of, 'I'm eighteen bitch so I'm an adult'  sort of aura around him. The two months was added on by the fact he was indeed showing off his age, but the uncertainty of this new found attitude of being eighteen added on a couple of months due to just becoming eighteen two months prior to the present. So that's the conclusion I came to. And, judging by the boys reaction, I was spot on. Like always.

He stood in front of me with eyes as wide as a deers after seeing a car light in nothing but darkness, he was indeed a deer. Small petite frame, yet, ready to run straight in front of a car.

How do I describe it.. this boy.. was depressed? No. Not depressed. By the way he cried as hard as he did made me believe like he wasn't one to cry, and he obviously had a lot of pent up emotion causing this outburst of emotions. Or.. maybe something finally pulled the last straw? Or maybe he always cried like this.. Too many thoughts swarmed my head like bees in a bee hive, buzzing, soon this buzzing turning into screaming and shouting words of 'ifs' and 'ors..' These damn thoughts will be the death of me I swear.

"Shut up" I grumbled, my voice becoming two octaves lower than previously.. "I said shut up for fuck sake!" I shouted, my eyes creased into half circles as my frozen hands formed into clenched fists..

No, I wasn't screaming at the boy. I was shouting at all those little voices that seemed to use my head as a local club and seem to dance around and scream things at me myself. People will probably think I'm insane. But I can't control them. They help me in situations, but are quite annoying in others. They help me with my observations. I'm very good with mental things, mental maths, mental mind maps.. And I have the best memory. Not to brag that is..

Jimin's POV

He was just.. stood there. You could nearly hear his smirk I swear. What an arrogant fuck. He just stood and inhaled and exhaled his cigarette, the one thing I was dying to have in this moment and time. Who the heck was he.

I was thinking to myself, waiting for him to give me some sort of explanation to how the fuck he knew my age. Not to mention the months?!

Instead, all I got was a grumble of
'Shut up'
And an aggressive yell of
'I said shut the fuck up for fucks sake!'
These shouts leaving me even more confused. I didn't jump at the noises, I wasn't some prissy don't worry. I just blinked once, scrunching my eyes more than usual as I blinked. Seeing everything cut out black for less than even a millisecond satisfied me in many ways.