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How far are you willing to go for the person you love?
Would you leave your family, friends, and secure future just because you love someone more than you thought you could love anyone?
And if the outcome of leaving your...
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Before: Jimin's POV:
It was a school week. We had class at eight am sharp tomorrow morning. I was an early bird and quite enjoyed the mornings. However, the same thing couldn't be said about my friends. I was worried if they would be able to get up on time for school tomorrow.
"Where exactly are we going again?", I stuffed my hands into my pockets trying to create some warmth. It wasn't that cold. It was only the middle of September, the night not as cold as it knew how to be after the end of summer.
"Who cares? The night is still young.", it was past eight pm, the sun had already gone down. It wasn't that I was trying to ruin the "fun", or be the nagging friend, but every sane person should know not to come to this part of town, at this time of day.
The streets were illuminated by the few street lamps that miraculously were still working. It was hard to tell where we were going. The streets were narrow and could easily make you lose yourself if you weren't familiar with the area, or if you just weren't paying close attention to where you were going.
However dark, the loud voices of people-mostly men-reminded you that you weren't alone no matter which way you turned. I had been keeping my eyes on the ground at the beginning, subconsciously afraid that if I looked at someone I might get into trouble, but then I realized that that was more dangerous.
I let my eyes wander around, never looking at anything or anyone for too long. The safest was to look at the back of my friends' heads-I was walking behind both of them.
"That bar over there seems okay.", one of my friends pointed with his head towards the end of the street.
I didn't have the time to disagree since they had both made up their minds, arguing with them would be pointless and would only bring unwanted attention.
Although, I'm not sure if we went unnoticed as soon as we stepped foot into this place. Lights or not, everyone could see that we looked different from the inhabitants here. One, we seemed to look the cleanest in every sense of that word. Two, our 'rich boy' looks followed us wherever we went. I can bet my life that we had no 'cheap looking' clothes in any of our wardrobes.
We approached the bar, near an alley, where a couple of bikers stood smoking. They seemed more and more intimidating as we approached, making me once again regret us being here.
As I have been doing for the past twenty minutes, I tried to keep my eyes before me, and not look at them for too long. However, it was hard not to look at what was right in front of you. They all looked the same, scary and intimidating .
They stared at us the same way we did at them, judgingly. There were four of them and they all seemed to be at least a couple of years older than us. Maybe they were the same age us, but their visible tattoos and dark eyes made them look older.
