"It's your funeral kiddo"
After Jimin left Taehyung's house that night, the walk home wasn't as peaceful as it usually was. The continuously eerie streets that were once comforting and quiet, now seemed dense and controlled somehow. Jimin sought amenity within the empty roads of downtown Daegu at this time of night. The soft hum from the chatter of shop owners closing for the night and laughter from girls getting in cars headed to hotel rooms and cheers from the men knowing they're about to get lucky made him feel familiar and oddly safe within his surroundings while walking home.
Every footstep he took became a little faster than the other, the old man waiting for him back home popping into his mind. Finally, Jimin reached his apartment complex.
The building was made from expensive-looking marble, the windows wide and open, allowing the rich to flaunt their privilege. His complex had a grand golden entrance; it's two large windowed doors being accompanied by a doorman. The inside looked like something out of a movie; leather seats and famous paintings were perfectly placed around the lobby, a red carpet ran through the middle of the floor. 'Casino and Stay; Daegu's Jewel' was plastered in gold above the check in, along with celebrities that had visited previously.
"Is that Mr.Park?" A feminine voice asked, wincing her eyes at the teenage boy before her.
Jimin spun around and noticed the old lady from a few doors down. He chuckled. "Yes Mrs. Maeng, would you like some help with those?" He motioned to the pile of grocery bags on the floor.
"Ahhh no thank you! Oh and one more thing, say hello to your mom for me. I see alot of her when I look at you" She spoke with a smile, picking up her bags and heading inside the elevator, on her way to the top floor.
"Wait!"
Jimin quickly jumped inside the elevator with Mrs.Maeng, both of them living on the same floor. During the ride up, they talked about Jimin's plans for the future. Although, he had no idea himself. The elevator came to a stop and he waved the woman goodbye, turning his attention to the opposite side of the floor. Jimin made it to his apartment, and stood at the door debating whether to run or face what was inside. He pulled out his card and swiped it slowly, holding his breath as he entered the room.
"Jimin!"
He mentally slapped himself, knowing that he shouldn't have taken the long way home again. Jimin shut the door behind him and walked towards the voice coming from inside. Jimin's apartment was always clean. Even if there was a mess the night before, within an hour or two it would look like nothing ever happened. There was even a pair of women's underwear on the couch that Jimin hadn't seen there before.
"Do you know what time it is?" The voice bellowed, sending shivers through Jimin's body.
Jimin gulped. "Yes sir, I'm sorry for being late again. It won't happen again"
The voice belonged to Jimin's father; a man who he really didn't know all that well, or he wished he didn't. He turned around in the desk chair he sat in, eyeing his son up and down with disgust. After the disappearance of Jimin's mother, his dad hasn't been the same ever since. Jimin felt as if something inside his father clicked, something like a switch that completely changed his outlook on life.
"What are you wearing? You look like a homo, and I won't let a homo into this home, you hear me boy?" He ordered, turning back around in his chair to work on his stocks again. Jimin gulped and held his head in shame, walking to his bedroom. He dropped his bag on the floor and flopped onto his beanbag.
He sighed, leaning back a little further than usual. As Jimin stared at his ceiling, he thought about Taehyung. Taehyung wearing his tight black jeans, the ones that just outlined the correct area. The thing underneath his jeans, protected with his favourite Calvin Kliens. Within seconds, Jimin's member became excited again. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table.
"I have time"
