Jimin was just your average, not so average teenager. He is in his last year of High school, he doesn't know what to study. [...] he was lonely, not having any friends he sometimes felt so goddamn lonely. Those were the times he just put on a pair of sweatpants, his sport shoes and would go for a run. With music in his ears, he was in his own world, totally lost in it, sometimes running for what seemed like an eternity. Should be no problem...but the spacing out was, to be exact, a big problem. A fucking big Problem! He was suddenly standing somewhere unknown, dark alleys and only warehouses around him. [...] "Fuck you..." A shot echoed through these empty streets. Jimin was startled, he tried to hide further behind the dumpster, when he realized what he just witnessed. [©Natigranati on AO3]