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JIMIN'S HOUSE
Jimin quickly raced through his yard, until he finally found his old bicycle. He hasn't used this thing since he got hit by that taxi. Needless to say, it wasn't in the best condition to use.
"I'm coming Sora!" Jimin cheered as he sped away on the old looking bicycle.
"Oh shit, what is that?" Jimin scrunched his nose when he felt something cold on his ass. He looked down and realized his seat came off. All he was left with was a metal stick. "Fuck!" He screamed out as when he went over the sidewalk.
"Hey man, your seat fell of—"
"I fucking know that." Jimin narrowed his eyes as he waited by the stoplight.
"If you hand onto the back of my car, I can drive you to where you need to go. You'll get there faster." He offered.
Jimin took zero seconds to think about it and let his bike fall to the ground. "Okay, how are we gonna do this?" He cracked his knuckles.
"I'll take the address from you." The guy extended his hand for the slip of paper. "—and you just hang on from the bottom of the car.
"Wait—I don't see why I can't just sit in the back seat?" Jimin lowered his brows.
"It's not fun that way, man." He harshly patted his back.
"You're right." Jimin clapped his hands together as he let out a deep breath. "Let's fucking do this!"
"That's what I'm talking about!" The guy cheered, and waited for Jimin to hang on the bottom of his car. "You ready?"
"I was born ready bitch!"
Jimin screamed as soon as the light turned green and the car raced forward. They swerved through lanes, and took two million turns, until he finally arrived at Sora's front door.
The engine stopped, and the driver opened the car door. "You good man?!"
Jimin struggled to lift his thumbs, before falling on his back. His face was covered with dark patches of smoke, and his back was lightly scratched from the pavement being so close to the low car.
"That was fucking insane!" The guy went wild as he picked Jimin up from the floor, and grabbed both of his shoulders. "You're a legend, man!"
"Yeah—" Jimin groaned as he rubbed his back.
"See you dude." He jumped in his truck and drove away. Jimin limped to Sora's front door and held both of the stairs railing for support. "I swear, if she's at Church—"
"Hi, can I help you?" An middle aged woman asked, and he was guessing that was her mother.
"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Sora." Jimin still spoke like he was pain, but tried his best to hide it.
