Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Two

The sun was setting on Jimin's back on his long walk home from his job at the garage.  The cool evening breeze was working it's way in reminding Jimin that he should have taken a jacket in today.  It was a lost and lonely time of day that appealed to him as he ambled along, lost in thought along the rickety old train track.  There were 2 sides to the town cut right down the centre by that track, and depending on which side you resided, would determine your social standing at Busan High.  Of course Jimin and his family lived on the less desirable side of the track, even though their modest family home was quaint and tidy and their neighbourhood quiet and friendly, he was classed as a social pariah, a nobody.  Yoongi even more so, he lived further into the wrong side of the tracks in a lowly trailer park right near a public dumping site, surrounded by the dregs of society, dealers, prostitutes and addicts.  Yoongi didn't care, he was tough and could look out for himself, besides Namjoon had a lot of dodgy connections and they knew he was his kid brother, so they left him be.

Jimin hummed a small tune as he strolled along the track thinking about his life, he felt a pain rising in his chest as he contemplated his own wasteful existence, and wondered what it would feel like just to stand there in front of a moving train.  The pain was like a living thing, stirring in his gut, groping for his heart and choking the life out of it.  He felt the tracks vibrate as the light of the freight train approached him at light speed from a distance, but there he remained, stoic, eyes trained on the fast approaching blur.  He could end it all now, the long days of nothingness, the constant stab of disappointment on his parents faces that he had to endure on a daily basis.  The endless probing him about which college he was choosing, and why he couldn't just 'grow the fuck up'.  He'd save everyone a lot of bother wouldn't he? Would anyone really actually notice he was gone?  Then he thought of the gummy smile from the only person who actually gave a shit about him, he couldn't do that to Yoongi.  So he ignored the pain grasping his heart and the tears falling and dived just in time off the track out of the way of the train, the deafening honk from the angry driver and the blinding glare whirring past at light speed.  He sat there and sobbed, just for a while, then he would pick himself up, brush himself off and return to his beige existence.  

Lying on his unmade bed in the pokey trailer Yoongi thought about his best friend.  He'd been quiet that morning on their way to school.  Yoongi would meet him every day at the end of his road and they would walk the rest of the journey together, normally putting the world to rights or discussing topics that no one else in the world would find interesting.  They were always in sync, but this morning something had been off, like Jimin had built a small wall around himself and hadn't given Yoongi permission to enter.  To say he felt hurt was an understatement, he might look tough, all leather jacket, tattoo's and cigarettes, but when it came to Jimin the boy was soft.  He'd purr like a kitten for one look from the boy he loved without condition, and for Jimin to shut him out, intentionally or not, it was like a bit of his heart had chipped.  To say he was worried about Jimin didn't even reach the depths of what he was feeling as he took out his notebook to pen his latest rap.  

The last of the days warmth was still in the air as Jimin had composed himself from his earlier tears and walked past the homes of the more upper class people, the ones on the 'right' side of the tracks.  The houses were large with modern architecture and private driveways.  Grass and the occasional tree added green to the pink and blue that were popular in this area.  Jimin walked until he came near to a particularly striking house, he'd never taken the time to properly see how the other half live, but he was prolonging his journey home for as long as he could.  He took in the ornate looking porch that surrounded the large home and wondered what it would be like to live there, did the people it housed appreciate it's splendour? 

He decided to stop for a while, just to think.  He was across the street from the house that pulled his attention, there was a sleek black corvette in the driveway, polished so you could see your face in it and reeking of money.  Even though the houses around here were nice, they weren't posh enough to house such a car owner.  Jimin knew his cars and this was a vintage model, in perfect condition, fully souped-up engine with big rear wheels.  It stood out like a proverbial sore thumb against the neighbourhood's dull Fords and aging  Nissan's.  

Jimin wasn't waiting long before the front door of the nice house opened, and out stepped two teenagers around his age.  His grip tightened upon the lamppost he'd been leaning on as his curiosity was piqued.  One guy wore clothes that echoed the money dripping from the Corvette.  Gucci shoes and jacket, maybe a silk shirt too, he wasn't sure as he was too far away to tell.  He was Hollywood handsome, with fresh, side swept hair, glossy in the evening sun and a square jaw, with a box smile and sturdy brows.  He was the sort Jimin suspected, that were bred especially to model clothes in Vogue and frequent the runway at Paris fashion week.

He knew who this boy was, his name was Kim Taehyung and he came from old money, passed down from generations and invested in lucrative businesses by his father and grandfather, so yeah, the world was indeed this boys oyster.  However, in that moment it wasn't Kim Taehyung that Jimin was paying attention to, It was the second boy, he was beautiful, Jimin had always thought so, ever since second grade when he'd first noticed him.  He looked flushed and floating with his white shirt untucked slightly from his bleach washed jeans and his soft, dark hair mussed.  He smiled seductively at Tehyung as he pulled him closer by the collar of his Gucci jacket as they began to kiss deeply.   His name was Jeon Jungkook, and a cold spike seemed to drive up through Jimin's solar plexus as the image of the make-out session unfolded before him.  

Taehyung appeared to be in a hurry and pulled away abruptly from the kiss, parting without a hint of tenderness. He quickly jumped into his Corvette backing out of the driveway , tyres squealing as he sped away, not even acknowledging Jungkook's goodbye wave from the porch.  Jimin continued to watch the boy for a moment, framed by his doorway with a look of disappointment on his face.  He was beautiful, like a breath of dawn in the night Jimin thought.  Just looking at him did something strange to Jimin's insides and touched him like he'd never been touched before.  Jimin thought him a physical work of art, he wanted to paint him, to touch him.  Jimin had said he knew he was bi, but he'd never been so attracted to another boy before, as if this went beyond the physical, he took his breath away as Jimin found himself smiling as he held onto the lamppost.  

Jimin looked down at his greasy hand from working at the garage, perhaps he could paint him, but he'd never get to touch him, Jeon Jungkook was way out of his league and didn't even know of his existence.  After watching the guy that didn't deserve him drive away from a neighbourhood he clearly held in contempt, Jeon Jungkook walked back into his house and closed the door, not noticing Jimin across the street.   Jimin sighed, stood up straight and continued on his journey home, thoughts swimming with chocolate orbs and a bunny smile.