Waste It On Me

The Finale

Loud squeals and short giggles were heard as a young ethereal looking man clad with a plain white polo paired with some black tattered and skinny jeans that showed off his muscular thighs and some black combat boots got off his black motorbike. His face stoic, making him look bad ass as his face showed no emotions whatsoever as he made his way through the sea of people swarming around him.

The young man heaves a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, his fan girls or those drooling over his presence, anticipated what he was about to say or do. He tilts his head to the side as he licked his lips before opening once again his eyes that bore nothing but coldness as he roamed his gaze over the girls surrounding him before he smirked and bit his lips. Because of this gesture, the sea of girls soon had fainted almost in an instant as their hearts could no longer handle the charisma the young man had shown them making the young man scoff as he placed his hands on each of his pockets as he casually walked inside the mall, disregarding the stares he had received from any human. You could simply tell he didn't give a single fuck about what they thought of him - whether be a good or bad thing about him.

He hummed a song he loved as he rode on the elevator and pressed the third floor. It was a good thing no one was there with him otherwise he'd be in a much more sour mood than he ever was from the moment he got off his bike. He leaned back against the metal wall of the elevator as he looked at his reflection. He bitterly smiled as he ran his hand over his newly bleached hair. It was white. Something that represented purity and light. A thing that he missed the most about himself.

He gives off a short chuckle, barely audible to human ears as he recalls the days of his past self. His old happy and radiant self. Now, all that is visible to him was something that resembled the light. Gone were the days he was a good and obedient boy. Now? He's nothing but a bad ass rebel, a bad boy if you must. And all because a woman he had loved and lost.

The elevator made a ding sound, signifying he has reached his floor. As soon as the doors went open, the young man wandered off to the far eastern wing of the floor, entering a small and cozy lamb skewers restaurant where he was to meet up with a dear friend he hasn't seen in a while.

"Yoongi-hyung! Over here!" Yoongi overheard Jimin call out his name in the open. He smiled widely, something Jimin is effortlessly capable of. He raised his right hand in the air to tell the younger lad he had heard him the first time around. "Hyung! You take so long to get here!" Jimin says with a small pout as he glares at his hyung.

"You should be grateful I still showed up kid." Yoongi replies with a small smile as he messed up Jimin's hair, making the younger man swat his hand away as he fixed it. "So what's up? What brought you here back in Daegu?"

"Hyung. Aren't you coming back to Seoul?" Jimin asked with a frown. It's been a while since Yoongi came back.

"Aish. You know what. Why don't we order first? It's on me."

"Hyung. I already ordered skewers for us. They are already going to serve it in a few minutes. So back to the question at hand -"

"How about we get some soju -"

"Hyung! Stop avoiding the question!"

"Sheesh fine, fine, fine. I'll stop avoiding the question already. Calm your jams boy."

"I'll let the jams issue pass. So when are you really coming back?"

"Hm. Is there a reason for me to come back?"

"Hyung. Come on. How about me? Am I not enough reason for you to stay in Seoul?"

"Yah. Let's be frank here. Come on Jimin. Just because I am miles away, doesn't mean I don't and can't care for my dongsaeng. Plus aren't you marrying Rosé soon? That means you'll eventually start your own family and then what about me?"