supreme goodness

all i can do is say that these arms were made for holding you

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(..)

“how do you feel about a little detour before we check in?” jeongguk suggests, moving the camera to snap another photo with a different beautiful view, one of jimin in the driver’s seat with the windows down and the sunlight pouring in to fill the car. “it’s been too long and i’m starving.”

Jimin didn’t hesitate to pull the car over, having been all the way over to the left lane, he got a few angry honking from a few drivers, but he didn’t care. Pulling into the parking lot was so nostalgic. He looked to his left, down the little sidewalk he and Jungkook used to take to get there. He could see both their younger selves, playing around before they had to come in and help eomma for the day, taking the back door, and playing around even more once inside. He blinked and realized he was still in the middle of the parking lot. The sign looked more or less the exact same, just changed the name, and looking into the windows, it still looked like a cafe of sorts, but it seems whoever owns it now renovated it a bit to look more modern than before.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Jimin turned to Jungkook, a little dazed, feeling as if he was about to walk straight down memory lane if seeing a sidewalk and seeing himself was indication enough, “I guess we’re eating here,” he chuckled, grabbing his phone and wallet and shoving it into his back pocket as he exited the car, “they um-- they look like they have coffee, maybe?” Jimin tried to assure but he couldn’t promise, obviously, he didn’t know anything about the place ( anymore ).

Once inside, Jimin was stunned to see nothing major had changed really. Just new looking equipment behind the counter, updated chairs and new wall paint, but other than those, it still looked like his mother’s cafe. There was a lingering, spicy smell of cinnamon, coupled with the saccharine notes of icing, and it overpowered everything else, which made Jimin feel like he could walk straight back into the kitchen and see his mother delicately, yet effortlessly drizzling frosting onto cinnamon buns she had made from scratch. It was a signature breakfast dish that people often came across town just to buy from her.

It took a louder greeting from the guy at the counter, looking around Jeongguk’s age to say hello again for Jimin to snap out of his own head, hearing, “--sit anywhere you like--” he said, more or a less a bit annoyed but Jimin couldn’t help but feel like he stepped right into a time capsule or something. His eyes scanned the cozy cafe, and low and behold, the one little booth sat in the back right hand corner. It was the only booth in the whole establishment which made it a bit weird, but it’s always where he and Jeongguk ducked off when they were too young to work, or too swamped with homework to. It’s nostalgic, and Jimin found himself tugging the younger’s shirt for him to look that way, with the softest smile as he felt so happy to get the chance to sit there again.

But before they could go back, they stood up to the counter with the same boy who greeted them upon entering. He looked like it was his part-time job, maybe he was a senior, or perhaps a freshman in college, but more than likely he had a lot more important things to do than be here taking orders right now, but money calls.

Jimin only looked over the menu for a second before deciding on an omelette, one of the cinnamon buns and a small iced coffee, and after he was done he waited on Jeongguk to order his food, too, when a loud crash caught Jimin’s attention coming from the kitchen. He looked through the windows leading into it, and sure enough, there was a whole vat of some white, thick liquid being spilt all over the floor.

Jimin thought the display looked so familiar.

“Shit!” Jimin cursed, instantly looking through the kitchen window, praying his mother didn’t hear it from the front, and when she didn’t he heaved the biggest sigh, and watched all the icing spread and take the space of the kitchen. It was going to be an absolute pain to clean up, not to mention how angry eomma would be because that was all the icing for the day. The cinnamon buns sell out so quick, and that much icing takes a while to make from scratch. He’s surprised eomma didn’t hear the loud crash from where she stood helping customers.

When Jeongguk came back in from taking trash out, Jimin looked at his younger friend with the most desperate of eyes, whose eyes looked a lot more in shock with how round his already huge eyes became.

“--help--” Jimin pleaded, with a worried bottom lip, already dipping on his knees, getting icing all over his apron. He was going to get the whooping of his lifetime, there was no way he could fix this one before his eomma could find out. To his complete dismay, the shrill voice of his mother came, echoing off the walls, “what in the world happened back here?!”

Jimin had only been snapped back into reality from the small smile on his face by the sound of his coffee being placed in front of him and the register slamming shut. He looked to Jeongguk with an apologetic gaze, taking the coffee up and muttering, “sorry,” as they found the booth again before heading toward it to wait on their food, which Jimin thinks will be a minute with the spill in the back. He had a hop to his step maneuvering to the back until they were sliding into the secluded space.

Looking around like the walls were some kind of wonderland, Jimin could hardly stay focused, “--it’s kind of overwhelming, isn’t it? It kind of feels like nothing changed. It feels so weird, Guk,” Jimin said, finally letting his eyes focus on the other as he slurped up his coffee, “don’t you feel like you walked straight into a recording or something. Nothing’s really changed. I can see everything we did here. It’s so strange. What’s the first thing you remember, walking in here?”

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(...)

“want to get some breakfast first?”

Jimin couldn’t help chuckling at the name Jeongguk has taken a liking calling him lately. He doesn't know why it cracks him up so much, but it does, and everytime Jeongguk says it, he sounds adorable, despite the utter disrespect. He does his full body laugh and couldn’t smack Jeongguk in the side before the younger escaped into the bathroom.

While Jeongguk was in the bathroom, Jimin had to keep the toothbrush lodged in his mouth because he didn’t trust setting it down anywhere in this forsaken motel, so he busied himself with booking them a hotel instead. He ended up finding one near their beach, and when he saw the backdrop of it in the hotel’s photos, he didn’t hesitate to book it, but this time, it had two beds instead of one. The hotel was huge, and Jimin was weird enough to have used the same excuse of not enough rooms just to sleep glued onto the younger again, but the hotel was just too big for that. Jimin booked it anyways, and would just have to suck up not having Jeongguk’s warmth for the night.

When Jeongguk emerged from the bathroom again, Jimin chose this time to sock him in the stomach, “Brat,” he garbles through the mouthful, ( playfully, of course ) after Jeongguk tries to be an innocent little shit again, and goes to spit out the toothpaste and rinse his mouth before he answers him finally, shutting off the bathroom light after he’s gone.

“Yeah, we can get breakfast, but on the way? I just want to get to finally get to Busan,” Jimin said as he packed up the last of his things that were out.

“I’ll take the key back, and just start loading the stuff back into the car so we can head out-- only a hour or two left Jeonggukie, don’t look so excited,” Jimin chortled at how much Jeongguk didn’t want to be trapped in Jimin’s car for another hour, especially with Jimin’s small seats. They fit the elder just fine, but Jeongguk’s legs were longer, so he guesses Jeongguk isn’t the most comfortable.

After Jimin dropped the key back off to the office and helped Jeongguk with the last of the bags they were back on the road again, with rejuvenated energy. Jimin had passed the ‘Welcome to Busan’ sign about 30 minutes in, and getting to the hotel was about another 30. It felt so good to see things that were familiar, things that he had left behind in his childhood memory. Come the think of it, he hasn’t been back to Busan since about a year ago. He’s just been busy and hadn’t made the time, but he made sure to call his dad, and Jeongguk’s mom somewhat often so they knew he was still alive and doing well.

But still, he’s missed the air, the scenery, the aura that is very much his hometown. He has to make it a point to visit more often like he did when he was in college. ( though he’s sure that has every reason to do with Jeongguk having been in Busan back then )

“I already booked the hotel, it’s by, the beach. I thought it’d be perfect,” Jimin told Jeongguk with a grin as he lowered the blaring music they had on just a second ago, the GPS was telling them they only had about 10 minutes to go until they arrived, but in passing, Jimin saw something that made his heart clench.

“Gukkie, look, -- isn’t that--?”

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(..)

he thinks about how far they’ve driven already and how far they’ve got to go. this trip has only begun and there’s still quite a drive until they reach their hometown. until they can visit the same beach the two of them have grown up on, the sun and sand and the warmth radiating from one another. it’s enough to bring a blush to jeongguk’s face here and now, in a cold and cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere.  

“thanks for coming with me, hyung.“

Jimin’s starting to realize he can’t sleep until Jeongguk is wrapped around him. But the younger is fidgeting, and hesitating, and Jimin would love to know why he’s prolonging rest after such a long day, but when he feels the familiar warmth of Jeongguk’s fingertips, the palm of his hand resting snug against his jaw, Jimin couldn’t help but sink right into the touch. As cold as outside of the covers seemed to be, Jeongguk remains a constant, thriving heat. He nuzzles into Jeongguk’s hand, resisting the urge to whimper as the pad of the musicians thumb caresses his cheek, what he doesn’t resist is a soft smile.

His eyes flutter back shut, because he couldn’t bear to keep them open any longer with how heavy they felt, nodding at Jeongguk’s observations and probably looking a little ridiculous as he tries to keep up with conversation his body is too fatigued for. As soon as Jeongguk comes under, though, he’s burrowing forward, meeting a solid chest, and more body heat under covers and sheets that turned cool where his body didn’t occupy it. Their bodies become intertwined as Jimin feels how cold Jeongguk’s skin is, and how much more comfortable snuggling into it is than the rough sheets. Resting a warm forehead against the crook of Jeongguk’s collarbone, Jimin feels most relaxed, his bones finally settling and letting him full commit to sleep this time, Jeongguk’s tracing over his skin only lulls him further.

At Jeongguk’s words, a tiny sigh of acknowledgement comes from Jimin’s lips, a dreamy smile following after it as he tries to express to Jeongguk his next words despite falling into a starry abyss that has Jeongguk waiting for him again, but different, “I’d go anywhere with you, Guk,” he says, and that's all he could muster before he falls completely asleep, secure in his favorite pair of arms.

                                                                    ☽ ☀ ☾

The urge to have to pee hit Jimin’s well rested body hard enough to jolt him awake. He felt a little groggy, and didn’t want to be uprooted from his warm cocoon latched to Jeongguk’s body, but his bladder prevails. It was some work trying to untwine without waking the younger, didn’t even realize how wound up they had gotten over night, but somehow he managed, Jeongguk being a deep sleeper, and made a beeline to the bathroom, and what he saw horrified him.

He knew he felt sticky when he woke up, but he blamed it on their body heat becoming too much and having sweated it out, but what he saw in his underwear, and dried on his thighs was not sweat -- it was cum. “What the fuck?” he mumbled with a slightly agape mouth, surprised at himself, he was absolutely mortified. He didn’t even remember having wet dreams, or, oh god, what if he humped Jeongguk in his sleep? He knew he shouldn’t have stared at Jeongguk’s body that long, and that his subconscious wouldn’t let go of how good his friend looked. Should have known sporting a semi for your best friend would back fire. 

This was so humiliating. Especially not knowing exactly how it ended up happening. Jesus christ, Jimin wanted a hole to open up and swallow him. He didn’t even want to look Jeongguk in the face after realizing what he had done, but being weird would only make the situation worse. After he finished peeing, despite the grossness, he had to pull his pants back up, in case Jeongguk decided to wake up while he grappled for his towel he used last night because the motel only supplied two clean ones, and he wanted to shower and be done as quickly as he could before Jeongguk would ask any questions.

Successfully retrieving the old towel, he makes a jog for the bathroom, and starts the water, peeling off the sticky pants from his body, and, regretfully, Jeongguk’s comfy shirt, and made quick work showering again. He quickly dried himself off, and got redressed in record speed, getting to washing his face, and began brushing his teeth when he decided now was a good time to make sure the younger was up, he kicked the bed’s mattress, upset it kicked back with how stiff it was, and talked around the foaming toothpaste in his mouth, “Wake up, sleepy head. It’s time to hit the road again!”

[jeonsjibooty]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* baby you so fuckin’ precious *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* when you smile

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he takes his walk out of the bathroom with his head high, making a beeline for his clothes and attempting to put on underwear under the towel. he expects a sleeping jimin from how tired he had sounded, after driving for so long, though jeongguk knows he’ll be awake for a while longer now. he’s calmed considerably after a shower but he still has much to think about.

Jimin manages to catch the shirt just before it goes tumbling on the disgusting carpet with a considerable amount of mysterious stains that Jimin can’t let himself acknowledge without the urge to peel his skin away. He reminds himself to book a better hotel in the city asap. He dresses himself quickly in his own pants, and pulls Jeongguk’s shirt over his head, and is hit with the scent of fresh laundry, and something indescribably Jeonggok. It makes him melt, drowning in the heavenly smells, and if Jeongguk catches him sinking happily into the fabric, he doesn’t say anything and Jimin catches himself before he falls any deeper. He notices the shirt falls just below his butt, and how comfortable sleeping would be without the pants at all, but something tells him Jeongguk would be beyond uncomfortable. He quickly shucks the thought from his mind completely.

Jimin squints at Jeongguk complaint, after flopping on the bed starfish style, his bones protesting from having been in a compact car for hours, “I wasn’t even in the shower for long, you brat. But true, the water heater  is probably the size of a golf ball. Be quick and you’ll barely feel the icicles–” (He knows he’s dying inside at the idea of Jeongguk having to take a cold shower, but too much concern would be weird, wouldn’t it?)  Jimin joked but the smile was wiped from his face at Jeongguk stripping right in front of him. Jimin wants to complain‘Hey, there’s a bathroom for that!’, but he doesn’t because he’d rather drool at the view and he’s lying to himself when he tries to pretend he isn’t. Jimin doesn’t even notice he sits up just to marvel at him, tan skin hiding under dark ink over every crevice of his body. When Jeongguk had first started getting tattoos, he never would have guessed his sweet boy was buried beneath something of Jimin’s high school wet dreams, (his current, and very active wet dream if he’s being completely honest). Gone was the Jeongguk Jimin knew from high school, his fourteen year old friend too big for his old clothes, but too small for the ones he wanted, his voice cracking every other word, that boy had been gone awhile actually. He was all muscle, and broad shoulders now, and against Jimin’s pride had quite a few inches on him.

Jimin sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting the flesh as he traced one of Jeongguk’s tattoos down his chiseled back to the younger’s tiny waist that makes for the most gorgeous figure. It isn’t until the ink disappeared under Jeongguk’s pants, and Jimin longed to see more skin that he realized he was being fucking weird, and he needed to stop staring, now, if the tingling warmth at the pit of his stomach was any indication he was going to embarrass himself before the night was over. A light pink covered his cheeks.

Jeon Jeongguk, his best friend, was about to make him hard. 

Fuck.

Jimin quickly flopped to one side of the bed, and dug himself under the covers, bringing the cloth up over his shoulders, and closed his eyes and thought of old ladies until he could will down his impromptu boner, doesn’t help that Jeongguk’s shirt still was giving him sweet wafts of the younger’s scent, and no matter how hard he tried, the warm feeling he associates entirely with Jeongguk wouldn’t go away, and it wasn’t necessarily all sexual. Jeongguk makes him feel warm, and that is something Jimin was used to, and held onto, that same warmth pushing him to close his eyes, and was slowly but surely falling asleep.

The bathroom door was creaky, and Jimin was in a light enough sleep to open sleepy eyes again when Jeongguk came out, and only caught a glimpse of the younger’s wet skin as he scurried by to retrieve his clothes, but he couldn’t react much other than letting out the softest of sighs, the fatigue hitting him so hard all of a sudden.

Turning onto his other side once he felt Jeongguk was dressed, Jimin’s sleep ladden brain had the elder blinking hazy eyes at the younger as he stretched out a small hand with grabbing motions, and a pout, (if you squint), “Jeonggukie,” Jimin called out to him, “I’m cold, come cuddle,” he said as he patted a space practically attached to his hip.

[jinfesta]

that gaze is so intense

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[slimthiccjimin]

advjeon:

(....)

his face relaxes and he nods once or twice to seem a little more compelling, “it’s cool with me. we’ll take one.” jeongguk says, turning to the stern man mid-sentence when he lifts a keyring with a lone key and a busted hotel tag hanging. which is an indication if any that jeongguk shouldn’t have been surprised by how small their given room really is. granted they do have a bath, which is more than jeongguk expected from the motel’s exterior. 

he doesn’t mind the size of it until he does a quick tour and finds himself alongside jimin in the tiny bathroom and breathing comes a little more difficult for him now, a dangerous mix of claustrophobic and flustered. 

“how long did we say we’d stay?” jeongguk asks jimin’s reflection, denim jacket and black beanie swallowing his body as his face contorts with what he hopes can pass as discomfort with the room. jeongguk’s not too sure how he’s going to address the sleeping arrangement confidently when a bathroom can get this reaction from him.

“did you want to shower tonight or tomorrow morning, hyung?”

Jimin simply smiled at the clerk after Jeongguk’s words, telling the man his name, and getting told that they would pay in the morning.The walk to the room was oddly quiet, but Jimin hadn’t thought much of it, was ready to hit the sheets to be honest. He doesn’t know where the random fatigue came from, and why it hit him so hard suddenly, but he felt dirty, and he wanted to sleep. Too many dilemmas for a tired man.

Jimin simply threw the bags they brought against the wall by the door when they came in, looking around the room briefly before plopping on the bed back first, “I’m so fucking tired I don’t know what to do with myself,” he joked, though, he was half serious. He felt tired as hell but he couldn’t will himself to sleep, or at least he felt like if he tried, he’d just be staring at his eyelids instead of actually sleeping. He figured flicking warm water on his face would do the trick (even though that was supposed to wake you up – see how tired he is?)

Jimin wasn’t startled at Jeongguk making the space in the small bathroom even smaller. When the elder came up after splashing his face, the younger was speaking to him, and Jimin was pleased by the clean towel hanging on a hook right next to them both, used it to dry his face of the water, “we didn’t say,” Jimin responded, “but he did assume we’d only be staying the night because he said we’d pay in the morning, or – I don’t know,” Jimin rambled, then looked up at Jeongguk through the mirror and through small body cues could tell that the younger was uncomfortable, for some reason. Jimin assumed it was the motel, “but tomorrow we can find a nicer hotel to stay at closer to the city, if we’re gonna’ stay for the weekend.”

Jimin was already gripping the hem of his shirt when Jeongguk asked, having seen a few towels stacked on a shelf behind them, and he chuckled at how eager he was, more so to ease tense air because something weird shifted between them that Jimin would love for it to pass – quickly. “Uh – I wanted to tonight. We both should actually so we could just get up and go tomorrow morning, but it’s up to you. I’m going first regardless so,” Jimin flattened his palm on Jeongguk’s chest, ignoring how solid it felt under his fingertips and pushed, “get out,” Jimin joked, closing the door on the younger disregarding his reaction.

Jimin’s shower was longer than intended. He wondered what has been going on with he and the younger lately. Seemed as though they’ve been tiptoeing around each other, not because nerves or anything like that but it seemed like there was something unspoken between them that neither wanted to acknowledge, and it bugged Jimin. Jimin knew his own thoughts, and dismissed each and every one of them. There was no way he would ever admit them out loud, especially not to Jeongguk. He think he’d only weird the younger out and drive a wedge between them even more, and that’s something he didn’t want. At all, but he couldn’t read Jeongguk’s mind. What had him acting the same? Maybe it was a response to Jimin, but Jimin just wanted them back to normal. Friendly, bantering, loveless normal. 

By the time Jimin was done thinking, he’d been under the spray way longer than intended, and decided to hurry out before Jeongguk had the opportunity to complain. He washed his body, then his hair before turning the faucet off to a stop. He quickly wrapped a towel from the rack around his waist, off-put by how rough it was, but what could he do. He forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with him, but he wasn’t too shy to walk out of the bathroom with nothing but his towel. He just knew Jeongguk didn’t see him that way, therefore, he had nothing to worry about. 

“Your turn, brat,” Jimin spoke walking out of the bathroom, steam chasing behind him as he went straight for his bag by the door, “can’t sleep next to a bag of dirt tonight, go shower,” Jimin joked, pulling out some joggers, but seemingly unable to find a shirt, and opted to just put on his briefs and joggers for now, and assumed Jeongguk would have an extra white shirt out of his million. 

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true love

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Butterfly Effect

[slimthiccjimin]

advyoongi:

(...)

“… I have no reason.” His voice is back to a weak whisper. “If it involves my old gang, I likely deserve whatever fate you choose for me. I won’t blame you if you kill me.” He shakes his head a little before glancing up. It’s hard to tell where he’s looking with his lack of pupils, but he tries his hardest to make eye contact despite that. This stranger… What horrible things did Yoongi do to him? Was it the fire? Maybe on of his jobs? He can’t be sure… All he knows is that he probably did something.

“… What was it…? The fire? Did– Did you have family in the gang? How did you… find out?” He shakes his head. “Or was it someone they ordered me to kill… One of those nice guys who couldn’t pay? I thought they didn’t have families… I-I…” It hurts to talk. He covers his mouth to cough- eyes watering a little with the pain. “I can’t… Nothing I say will help. Nothing.”

The thing about Jimin is the only reason he’s survived all these years with this pain in his chest is because despite anyone else in his position would have used his situation as an outlet to act out. They would have transformed the pain that they felt into something destructive, something stereotypical. Getting into jail all the time, living life recklessly to the point where people knew their name but never for anything good, and whenever they did something horrible, people would know their story and that’d be their excuse. Jimin didn’t want to live that way.

His mother always taught him to see good things in life – she would smile at him, and tell him don’t dwell on things you have no control over. He recalls even that day she was smiling and telling him everything was going to be alright with a gun to her head and blood between her legs. So, after the other man’s words, Jimin saw somebody a lot like him. Maybe their backstories weren’t similar at all, and maybe the other didn’t even have parents to guide him in the right direction. This other man looks to be everything Jimin didn’t want to be, and even though Jimin could never have turned out like that himself, he understood people who used this lifestyle as a last resort.

Jimin was only human, and no matter how much he saw good in people, his anger and resentment toward anyone that had to do with the people that killed his mother would be tenfold. But in this moment, his heart punched through his chest. This man looked as if he was done with life – like he was waiting for someone to snap, and take it out on him. Jimin could relate. Despite his words, he couldn’t kill a man. Especially not one that was willing to die. Jimin didn’t know what he was going to do, or even what he wanted to do, but he didn’t expect the man to give up so easily. Jimin didn’t respond to the man’s near suicide mission, instead pulled him aside even further. Only being a few feet from where that whole ordeal transpired wasn’t an ideal “talking” location. They hadn’t moved far, simply a few paces in the privacy a small alley could provide, just at the entrance of it.

Jimin just stared right into the eyes of the other as best he could, even though he barely had strength to do so. At the other’s questions, Jimin knew he had to explain why he hulked out in the bar, but what happened to him and his mother was something he rarely talked about. In fact, he never has. That day, when his father asked him what happened Jimin hadn’t said a word. Simply cried, and never spoke about it. His father put the pieces together when he gathered up Jimin’s mother’s dead body. So, telling someone who didn’t already know would be a feat, but if Jimin owed the other anything, it’d be an explanation.

“I..” Jimin began, and faltered but quickly found his voice again, “My father was the leader of a gang. And some bad people wanted him dead, or at least hurt. In 2005, my mother and I was taken in broad daylight straight out of a grocery store. They raped and killed her right in front of me, and I was next but – my father came and he – he got me out of there,” Jimin explained a tears managing to slip from his eye and down his cheek before he could stop it. He swiped it away instantly. “They all had that tattoo – the butterfly they all had it.. somewhere. That exact one. And there’s no way I got it confused. My dad, I thought he killed them all after what happened.”

Jimin agreed wholeheartedly, “you’re right, there’s absolutely nothing you could say. Other than some explanation. Were you there? Do you remember it? Are is that something you shitty people just dust under the rug because lives don’t matter to you. A mother taken from her son, her daughter, her husband, it just doesn’t matter does it?”

[sosjimin]

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Butterfly Effect

[slimthiccjimin]

advyoongi:

“Listen… I-I don’t know what you’re seeing, but… Please. Let’s just go outside. Can you hear me? Do you know what I’m actually saying?” His voice shakes when he tries to talk at a normal volume. It hurts and he can’t help but cough after the sentence is finished. He puts his hands up as he tries to slowly approach the stranger. If he can just make eye contact he’ll know for sure just how badly this guy is hallucinating. 

“Let’s just… calm down, ok?”

Jimin’s conscience seemed to try to bleed through at the man’s lack of fighting back. He saw a glimpse of fire, only momentarily, before it extinguished and the man looked concerned instead. Jimin knows that if the roles were reversed, there would be nothing holding him back from fighting back against anyone that pushed him like Jimin had just pushed the male before him -- so why had he not responded in the way that Jimin expected? What kept him so calm? Being affiliated with the gang that he was, the other male sure didn’t hold the aggression Jimin remembered seeing -- maybe he had gotten it wrong? Maybe that wasn’t the tattoo. 

There was no way he got it wrong. 

So what could it be? Jimin didn’t know but the man’s next words caught him off guard too. “You don’t know what I’m seeing?” Jimin emphasized the tattoo on the man’s rear palm with his eyes, “that shit is what I’m seeing,” he responded, rolling his eyes at the other’s feigned ignorance. “Why are you asking stupid things? What is wrong with you?”Jimin is almost taking these questions as an insult. Does he look stupid, or deaf or retarded? Why is the other male treating him like he needs to be careful (not in the way that Jimin could be dangerous), but in a way that suggests Jimin is vulnerable in some kind of way to the other, and Jimin didn’t like that.

 “Go outside, why? I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I don’t know you -- I only know who you affiliate with,” Jimin explained with a scoff, seemingly unaffected by the stares and the shocked expressions of other people until now. He looked at the faces that seemed to suddenly surround him, and they looked a mix of many emotions -- faces at which Jimin didn’t want to have to explain himself because in the moment -- he looked like the bad guy, and that definitely wasn’t the case. He wasn’t part of a gang that raped and killed an innocent woman -- an innocent mother -- a wife. But people wouldn’t understand that and he already could see the owner of the bar coming to approach him, before he could do that however -- “I’ll calm down when you come out here and tell me who you are and why you’re still sucking up oxygen” Jimin demanded, snatching his bag off the bar, and storming out the bar and expecting the other to follow. 

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t fucking report you, or better yet, put a bullet in you myself.”

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