The Only

Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There

Oh, if only the sun's rays would obliterate me to pieces right now.

Why?

Well, school just ended, signaling freedom and endless possibilities.

I could be napping or reading The Talisman for the fiftieth time to be festive, but instead, I was in the courtyard with Bogum, Jimin, and the rest of the crew for a mini conference. It's targeting Taehyung day, because I won't agree on one thing...

"If you think I'm going to wear a fucking costume to Fright Nights, you must be dreaming one crazy-ass dream."

I'm not bluffing, either. Jimin is out of his mind. Like, completely out of it. I'd say he's been mentally insane ever since I moved here. Announcing the most absurd requests has become another of his irritating character traits. Just as I begin to find this guy the least bit decent to hang around with, he pulls something like this! What, now that everyone's agreed on a day to go to Mystic Land (dumb name, right?), they all conjured up this plan to wear wacky costumes, too? What on earth are they on?

"Come on, Taehyung," Jimin begged, rolling his eyes. He turned to his right, giving Bogum and Jungkook one of those, 'isn't this guy lame or what?' looks. "Can someone help me out here? He's impossible to convince."

Yeah, I sure as hell am.

Kind of.

Well, recently, I haven't been declining anyone's requests, but that's because of peer pressure. But this one? It crosses the damn line! I'm not dressing up as anyone or anything. Engrave that in your brain, Jimin.

"I'm not good at persuading," Jungkook scratched the back of his neck. Namjoon and Jin nodded, agreeing through mumbles.

"Even if we tried, he'd say no," Bogum said, and I gave him a thumb's up. He knows what he's talking about. And, that's why he's my best friend.

"Look, I don't blame Taehyung for disagreeing," Yoongi lifted his hands in the air, chuckling. Jimin, Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook gave him a sharp look, more so to keep his mouth shut and his feelings to himself. As you can tell, they're the ones that want to go in costumes. Losers. "What I'm trying to say is, if he doesn't want to dress up then we shouldn't force him."

"Yeah, Jimin," I glared at my cousin.

"But..." Jimin is relentless. "But we're not going to be the only ones that are going in costumes!" Seriously, his undying efforts to maintain his persistency after a thousand rejections is starting to get really, really annoying. "Dressing up is a thing during Halloween, you know."

"I get it, but why are you doing it if you're not obligated to?" My scowl of disgust deepens at the many horrid possibilities in the instance that I would agree to Jimin's idea. Look, I have my reasons—I mean, we are almost adults. We've outgrown that childish bullshit of wearing some foolish getups to an amusement park. I don't care if it's Halloween, either—nope, not a smidge.

"Oh, live a little, would you?" Excuse me? I put myself in plenty of situations that I'd rather not do! I sang at the Karaoke House in front of a bunch of strangers for crying out loud. That was miles away from my comfort zone. I'm lucky to have been blessed with a decent voice—so decent that I didn't shatter anyone's eardrums.

How's that for living a little, Jimin?

"Just hear me out, okay?" My persuading skills must be rusty. I can't remember the last time I've tested this out, but I'm shooting for changing the hell out of his and the other's minds. "The idea's wholesome and all. I guess. But, let's be real. Imagine all the weird and questionable looks that we'll get. It's not like we're ten-year-old's knocking on our neighbor's door anymore. We can go to Fright Night's, have a shit-ton of fun, and not worry about how lame all of us look as a group."