Home Away From Home; Vmin

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Third Person

He sat on the plane. Why a plane he doesn't know. There was a perfectly good train but Zelo wanted a plane. So he sat. Looked out the window. And cried. Silent tears. They cascaded down his soft tan cheeks and fell onto his folded hands that rested on his lap.

Zelo sat across from him with a strange look on his face. It didn't show sympathy but it also didn't show joy. It showed nothing. There was no visible emotions on his face. But Jimin wasn't looking for any. He was watching the clouds.

The clouds that he wished could just take him away. The clouds that he hoped he could of laid on for ages. Where no one would look for him or find him if they tried. The clouds didn't protect him. He fell right through them and down the the horrible but wonderful place called earth. Where he worked for everything he ever wanted and fell in love with a boy. A boy who didn't have calloused hands and never did a thing for the stuff he owned. He didn't blame him for that though. He didn't blame him for anything.

Except maybe stealing his heart. That he did blame him for. He didn't regret it however. If he was put back in time and given the choice to either live his life as a farmer and have never of met the younger or given the chance to do it all over again. He would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Every single time.

The one thing that he would change however was ever becoming friends with Junhong.

Time flew by and the plane touched the ground. It wasn't a big plane. It was just to transport them and Jimins luggage. While he was in the air he could see his hometown. The farm he worked at. And all the places he had taken Taehyung.

When he got off the plane there was a car waiting for them. It was a nice car. He didn't care much though. He sat in it and it took them to their destination. A big house. A house that Junhong had built within the last two and a half months. It was also gated off and had shrubs to block people from looking in. There was cars lined all along the huge driveway and the off to the side there was even an underground parking area. He didn't know how the younger male had pulled this off in such a short amount of time.

But then again. He didn't care much. He was led to the big wooden doors. They looked quite heavy. There was men posted at them with guns. Big ones. Everything was big. Big men, big guns, big house, big cars.

He felt tiny. Oh so tiny. He never felt tiny with Taehyung.

The entrance was big and extravagant, it was meant to be shown off. On the table in the middle of the entrance was Bogum. Of course he had to be there. But what he was holding caused another hole set of tears to come crashing down. This time not as silent as the other ones.

In the older males hands was sunglasses. The same pair that Taehyung had offered to him when he working oh so long ago. Bogum stood and whispered in his ear.

"He raced back to the dorm to find you. Punched me in the face and accused me of kidnapping you. Then when I explained to him that I didn't he gave me these, assuming I knew where you were."

He took them in his hands. They were expensive looking. He hadn't noticed that the first time he wore them. What was he expecting though, of course they were expensive. Not only that of course there was K.T. engraved on the side in what looked like gold. Whether it was real or fake, he knew it was most likely real. Like Kim Taehyung would get fake gold. Unless it was real pretend gold.

And so he clipped them to the front of his shirt. Before he could dwell on it some more Jaehyun pulled him along to a bedroom. "This is where you will be staying. As you can see there is a lock on the door." He pointed towards it, "That only you can lock and unlock from the inside. There are no bars on the windows." True to what the younger male had said Jimin looked over and saw that there was indeed not a single bar on the window. He figured it was because his room was set on the third floor and he wasn't dumb enough to jump out.