Blunt

Taehyung

2 years ago
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Namjoon and I have been hanging around with the crew more and more these days. The crew make supply runs 2 times every week, but Namjoon always keeps me away from them. He takes the load for both of us.
I know he is exhausted, but wont ever tell that to me. I feel so useless and sad. He still treats me like a child. But I am not as innocent as he thinks.
I have made several smaller runs on the side, but he doesnt need to know that. He thinks every time i disappear i must be hanging with Jiminie.
Well, he is right for the most of it. I love Jimin. And i know he loves me.
We met by accident once when i was coming back from a delivery. Like literally by accident.
I almost ran him over with my bike. Poor baby.
I wouldve trampled his beautiful face if not for his graceful lithe body and quick reactions.
Oh, it wouldve been a disappointment to loose him.
But now look at us, we are practically a married couple at 23. Hahaha..
Yes, people mock me for being gay, but Joonie gives them an earful. My people like Jimin, though.
Well, everyone likes him. He is so sweet and caring, nobody could dislike him.
He is my shining light in the dark ages.
I am on my way to meet him outside a dance studio. It is the safest place for us to meet, since nobody pays attention to wannabe dancers.
As i kick my stand into place, Jimin runs towards me from the other side of the road, not caring in the world about traffic, his face breaking out in a smile and glowing with the love he has for me.
I'm only able to remove my helmet before he rushes into my arms and hugs me.
I smile as the giddy feeling i get from being near him takes over my heart.
He releases me after an unnecessarily long hug, and steps back to look me over. Checking to see if i have any injuries.
He knows the risks of being a part of a gang.
He has seen me bloodied and battered, and taken care of me for so long that i doubt i would survive without him now. I couldn't ever return home in a bad condition. Joonie would figure out my reasons.
He is too smart for his own good.
I smile my charming smile and see Jiminie visibly relax.
"Aw, my baby was scared?" I wiggle my eyebrows and he flicks my forehead.
"Ow!" I put both hands to my forehead when the pain registers. He giggles his sweet as honey giggle, covering his mouth with his hand. I pull his hand away, still rubbing my forehead,"Dont hide your smile, EVER!" I say in a serious voice.
"Ohkay, I wont!" He immediately replies in a dead serious tone of his own.
The duality of this man!
I hmph at him, and take his hand.
We walk like that, hand in hand, to a corner in the dance studio that is reserved for us, thanks to the owner being my client.
I provide him with drugs and he provides me a safe place with my Jiminie.
I know Jimin is a brilliant dancer, so the choice of meeting here was basically a given.
Many days when we come here, i sit in the corner and watch as Jimin dances. I imagine we are somewhere else, where he and I dont have to live away from each other and he is dancing only for me.
Just imagining it makes my day better.
He is a god-given gift to me, MY angel.
As we walk into the studio, which is still empty, i realise that something is off. The general aura of the studio is a little off.
I ignore it and sit down in our usual spot pulling Jimin in front of me. With his back rested on my shoulder and his head resting on my shoulder, I finally ask him about his day.
He seems excited to tell me about it, and i soon loose myself in his sweet voice, the tension draining from my soul.
If someone tells me that stress is an incurable disease, i am gonna punch them in the face, and show them how my Jimin works his magic to make my tensions dissolve into nothing.
He is my everything now. The reason for lying to Namjoon, and the crew. But you cant blame a man in love, can you?