parallel universe

one

if you really want to know about how and where i was born, and useless stuff like that, i'll just cut to the chase because honestly, nobody really cares about how and where my ass collided with earth. but i'll tell you.

busan.

i was born in busan because my parents had sex.

there. happy now?

because i'm not.

well generally you could say that doing fine. i'm not filthy rich, but neither am i poor or scurrying through waste bins to survive. life is just... well, i'm living but i don't really know what am i living for.

to be frank with you, i don't really know what happiness is about. thanks to my late mother, i'm living in this small apartment in busan called home, which doesn't feel like a home, by the way. if telling me an empty house with 2 bedrooms feels like a home, then all i can say is that you practically love being alone.

my life is like a disc being played in a recorder, a very old recorder, if i might say. every day, every damn day just seems to pass so slowly like... even snails can "run" a marathon. and what's worse is that it's the same thing every single day. i wake up, go to school, eat, sleep and repeat.

if it weren't for comics and my love for art, i would have sent my application to hell already.

you may ask, why hell?

i felt that it would be more intriguing, seeing what vicious activities the devil had planned for me. because let's be honest, i'd rather be down there than being locked in heaven, reciting prayers and worshipping the lord every 10 minutes of my after life.

but yes. comics. art. i love everything about art. i won art competitions when i was younger (i still am winning now, but just, you know..) & even trophies during school art-related events. my parents were really proud of me & i was really happy in the past but things changed when my father passed away and my mother had to take up multiple jobs to support me until she overworked herself to exhaustion.

i griefed, i cried till tears were no longer falling out from my eyes. of course, i was sad. sad was an understatement. but thanks to them, i managed to accept reality and continue living on. seokjin and namjoon hyung were the only ones there for me. i mean, seokjin hyung. they're like the only ones i trust in this world and i would never ever trade them for anything else.

seokjin and namjoon were the ones who helped me recover, coming over to my crib every day to check up on me, cook for me and overall just took care of me. the starting was horrible. i didn't go out of the house for a month and i looked like the walking dead. the thought of living on as an orphan really irked me. i didn't want to be alone in this world.

i hate it, i really hated it.

but thankfully after 2 long years, my dumb ass came to realise that i should be appreciative and thankful for my friends around me and not grief over what cannot be changed.

so here i am today, making this series of comics which i have found savage in. the plot, the characters, just everything about the story makes me want to publish it. and who knows? maybe one day i'll be a cartoonist and finally earn big bucks.

..

"what is it namjoon hyung?" i questioned hearing a knock as i finished up my sketch.

"hardworking aren't we? dinner's ready, come down and eat when you're done." namjoon chuckled peeking into my room leaving the door ajar.

"of course! can't wait to publish this already! also can't wait to see my readers fan-girl over my characters! jimin is such a heart throb, hyung." shutting my door, i caught up to namjoon walking down the stairs.

"has taehyung been found already?" seokjin mentioned while munching on the soba noodles he made for the three of us.

"nope! plan for him to be found a little later, you need cliff hangers to keep the readers going, y'know" i winked at seokjin which in return i got an eye roll from him and one of his grand-dad jokes.

the small house roared with laughter. although it was just the 3 of us having a simple dinner that seokjin cooked up, i felt so thankful for the two of them, for this warmth radiating around me. at that moment, it felt like nothing could ever go wrong.

or so i thought.

in the other universe

"hi sir, have you seen this man?" said the man holding up a passport sized photograph.

"i'm afraid i haven't, sorry" jimin ran up to next person in view and asked the same question again and again.

"hey jimin slow down!" hoseok panted as he struggled to catch up with jimin.

"it's useless, i can't find him anywhere. i've searched the whole of daegu and seoul, where else could he be hoseok?" said man was slumped against an alley wall, left hand covering his face, trying not to break down for the nth time of the day.

"we'll find him, i'm sure of that"

"it's been 2 years! we've searched every corner of seoul and we still can't find him! what if.. what if... he's-" jimin now had both knees bent into a squatting position, hands covering his face.

"he's not, i promise you he's not" hoseok inched forward to hug his friend, muttering assuring words repetitively as jimin sobbed in his chest.

then, out of nowhere, he appeared.

"my, my. fancy seeing you here, park jimin."

jimin's sobs came to a stop. he stood up, face completely void of emotions except anger. red was all he could see.

"where. the. fuck. did you hide taehyung?!" jimin fisted the man's collar as he inched closer to the man.

"hey, hey, i didn't take taehyung" his hands were up in surrender position.

"hell, i didn't even know your poor little friend was missing! thanks for the info, though!" said man laughed nonchalantly while jimin fumed, knuckles turning white.

"you had better not touch my friend, or else, i don't know what crazy shit i'll do."

"i am so scared, jimin. please feel free to do whatever pleases you. let's see who'll have the last laugh." said man smirked at jimin as jimin continued glaring daggers at him. 

"i am not kidding, mark. you better release taehyung while i'm being nice. i really won't hesitate to bring this matter to your boss' attention"

"threaten me all you want, taehyung's not with me" mark deadpanned.

jimin glared into mark's eyes for 5 solid seconds before letting him go, but not without giving him a stern warning.

"son of a bitch" hoseok spat, watching mark's figure fade into the street.

"let's ignore him, hoseok. taehyung's more important. we need to find him."

hoseok nodded and they trudged into the alley of the street, in hopes to find taehyung, totally unaware to what has been prepared for them.

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please bear with me if this chapter is short... or boring :-( i'll try to make it longer along the way & hopefully i'll finish this au skskkssj

i'll also be putting this up on ao3 once they send me an invitation to create my free account!

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