ᗪᗩIᔕY- Yoonmin

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Jimins POV

I sit here in church. In my families normal front pew, due to the fact that my father is one of the deacons. My mother sits next to me on my right, admiring her husband, who is standing in front of everyone reading John 4:18. My brother, Jooho, sat on the other side of me listen to our father and trying not to get scolded. He is always getting in trouble during church because he'd would try to go into the bathroom and play on his iPad, which he snuck in with him. Jooho and I are five years apart although, he acts like he is three.

Today mass ended a little bit after my father finished his reading and lead in a couple of hymns and the pastor bid everyone goodbye and have a holy day. Within seconds, my mother is already taking to the elderly couple who sat behind us and a mix of other people. All enjoying their conversation about church, the ongoings in town and their families. This was the usual ritual for her and my brother and I usually wait until he's finished to leave.

"Excuse me, I am sorry. Mother, I am heading to the restroom. I will be right back." I quickly budded into the conversation and told my mother about my whereabouts.

I maneuvered my way through the people who were still in the main room and entered the lobby, where there were more people. Passing the pastor, my father, and other deacons and headed to the door with a MENS logo on it. Stepping inside the tiled room, doing my business and heading back out.

As I left the bathroom, I passed the main doors of the church. They were closed but the glass windows in them showed the outside. Through them, I saw a boy sitting on the front garden wall. Being the curious person I am, I slipped out the doors and started to walk over to him.

Stepping down the small set of stairs and starting down the stone path in the garden. The boy stayed in his position of leaning on the wall, his back towards me. I couldn't see his face but I could see his neck. His raven hair contrasted with his very pale skin. His hair was casually falling on his head. Slightly wavy, giving an unkempt look to it.

I grew closer to him with every step I took. When I was only a couple of feet away I noticed something I didn't see before. There was a cloud of smoke surrounding his body. Grey-ish smoke was being puffed into the air every few seconds.

Was he smoking?

I got right behind  him, almost to where he could see me if he turned. I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. I am not the type of person to just come up to someone. I never do that. I typically a very shy and reserved person. Talking only to the people I know and limiting myself there. This was new for me. Continuing to sound like a mentally crazy person, I pressed my hands onto the stone wall, leaned forward and started to talk.

"You know, smoking can kill you?"

"I know. Perhaps it's the reason I do it." He retorted. His face, which I could now see, was half hidden by is dark locks. But in between a few missed placed hairs, I could see his eyes. They were deep brown, practically black and stayed hooded by his thin eyelids.

"You also know, I am guessing, that you are not allowed to smoke at the church." All he did was hum. "You don't seem phased by that rule, though."

"Why the fuck do you care if I don't follow the rules?" The boy questioned back.

"I-I don't r-really know."

"Well, I don't. Never have, never will. Rules are meant to control people and make them the same as everyone else. I hate rules."

"You are a very passionate person, I see."

"Oh, daisy you have know idea." I was taken aback by the nickname. He said it so casually as if he didn't realize. A large cloud of smoke left his mouth once more as I looked back at him. "Let me see." He shited in his stop, turning his body to face me. His eyes roamed my body. Up and down, making sure to cover every inch of me. Starting to feel self-conscious, I moved back and crossed my arms across my chest.

"P-please stop."

"Okay, lets see. You are 17. So am I. You clearly are into a sport or physical activity because you are very fit. Thighs that could probably break a fucking rock and arms are that are thin, but tone. Your face is round, but your jaw is proment." He got near my ear. "Lips thick and plump. Eyes soft but wide. Ears easily can be filled with any words." I shudder at his soft, low whisper.

"You are also a very good church little boy. As my mother has filled me in on your many contributions to the community and your high academic achievements. Right, daisy?"

"W-why are you calling me d-daisy?" I scared a little now. He knew so much about me for only talking to me for 2 minutes. He analyzed my entire body and whispered in my ear. Some reason, I didn't really mind that. But that nickname as confusing.

"Because, you are a daisy. You are your parents golden child, praised every day by them. Your life is perfect and taken care of every day by your parents. You, yourself, are delicate and can break within seconds." He stopped talking. His body was now behind mine, pressed lightly against mine. His long arms leaned next to mine on the wall, hand centimeters away from my smaller one.

"You are a small, fragile daisy that someone can tear apart easily." With that last sentence, he walked backwards, throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting it out. He continued walking away, leaving me alone with his words.

"W-wait, I-I," I stumbled my words and my movements as I tried to turn around in his direction, "what's your name?" Realizing that I didn't know.

"You'll figure it out soon. Bye daisy!" He yelled the last part and went up the stairs. As I watched him disappear into the crowd of people I remembered something.

My mother.

I ran through the grande and up the stairs, dashing past people and apologizing at the same time. I got into the main area and saw my mother, who looked crazy with worry, standing next to my father, who was trying to comfort her. I walked smoothly up to them. Attempting to make it look like everything was fine and nothing happened with a complete stranger.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I saw Taehyung and we talked for a little. I am sorry."

"Jimin, you are okay and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go home. The two of you have chores to finish and homework to start." She stated causing Jooho to groan.

We left the church, passing by people and saying goodbye. As we walked back Jooho and I fought over where we wanted to get good but I stopped in my actions when I saw some people.

A couple, female and male both with obsidian hair and what looks like another body. They were pointing and yelling at the body very aggressively. I moved a little to get a better look and I saw the boy.

His cheek was red and had marks of a slap across it. His body was getting smaller and smaller as, what I presume, his parents continue to yell at him.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Who are they?" I said pointing to the other side of the parking lot where the interrogation was happening.

"Oh, that's the Mins. Lovely couple but their son is a lot of trouble. Very rebellious and disrespectful," I didn't notice but she looked back down at me,"Honey, be careful. I don't want you making friends with Yoongi."

"T-that's his name? Yoongi?" I slapped myself mentally for stuttering. She nodded her head yes and slipped into the passenger seat of the car. I quickly hopping into the back next to Jooho. I started out the window and saw Yoongi walking behind his parents to their car. He looked hurt but at the same time he doesn't.

But now he was stuck in my head.

Min Yoongi.
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