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Taehyung’s eyes blinked slowly, looking at the moon that was high in the night sky. His figure shaking even though he had a thick coat wrapping him in warmth and shielding him from the harsh wrath of winter. The Daegu sigh his breath turning white as it pushed past his chapped lips.
“Jimin…”
He said pulling is phone out of his pocket looking at the time which read “3:36 am”, his friend said he had a surprise for the younger and told him to wait at the park near the dorms. So there Taehyung was pajama pants under his winter coat shivering as he waiting for Jimin.
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Jimin stared at the wrapped gift in his hand, a soft smile gracing his lips beneath his face mask. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat from staying at the dance room practicing the idol’s new routine. The dancer shivered when the cool breeze of night past against his exposed body, “why didn’t i bring a jacket?” he asked himself. He glaced at the from his dying phone the time read “3:36 am” he was walking past an alley when he felt hands grab him from behind. The Busan boy’s yelped as he was pushed harshly against the brick wall, “What is a little boy like you doing out so late?” the stranger asked in a deep gruff. His face so close to Jimin’s the singer could feel his throat burn from the smell of alcohol.
“Get off me!” Jimin yelled trying to push the man away from him, he felt a knot beginning to form in his stomach. The man snarled before reaching behind and pulling out a knife, lifting to the boy’s face. Jimin instantly stilled, heart pounding in his chest.
“Try something!”
The man yelled. The Busan boy held his bow close to his chest, tear threatening to fall.
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The Daegu boy kicked the pebbles beneath his feet as he sat on a bench, his feet were covered by worn-out sneakers their laces hanging limply. The 22 year old checked his phone again, it had only been two minutes but it felt like it was forever. He opened up Kakaotalk clicking his and Jimin’s chat,
“Where are you?”
After he sent the message he opened youtube, searching for the bands mv’s reading the comments. Taehyung ruffled his hair as he continued to read the praise and weird messages. His hand that held his phone began to to cool from the air prickling at the tan skin.
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“Please let me go..”
Jimin whimpered, the man leaned forward and kissed the younger’s neck. The busan boy instantly tensed, “Take the stupid mask off” the drunk man commanded. The singer raised one of his shaking hands to remove the cloth off his face, the said man stared at him with lust. Jimin’s mind switched gear, fight or flight, but before he knew it his tired legs began to run. He didn't know where he would go, almost all the stores were closed at this hour. Tae help Jimin thought as he ran out the alley, the singer quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the only number he could think of.
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The 22 year old jumped when the notification of an incoming call along with vibration came from his phone. The caller ID read “Mochi”, the Daegu quickly answer,
“Jimin where are yo---”
He stopped when he heard panting, Taehyung stood up groaning slightly.
“T-tae?!”
“Yes?”
“Help...Tae I’m scared”
“Jimin, you’re really scaring me….if this is a prank i'm going to hit you when i see your face.”
A sob came from the speaker, something was really wrong. The Daegu boy began walking away from the park, panic settling in his gut. “Where are you Jimin?”
“I...I d-dont know….”Jimin said in a hushed toned, the elder had no clue where he was. Since he just ran, he just wanted to get away from the dangerous man. He was currently hiding behind a dumpster, he was so scared.
“Can you see a street sign? Anything?!” Taehyung said worry lacing his groggy voice. He felt helpless, how could he help if he didn’t know where to look? The line was void of words only the crinkling of what sounded like bags. “Jimin?” The 22 year old asked pacing back and forth on the dim lit sidewalk.
“He’s here….fuck…” Jimin covered his mouth with his hand and pressed his phone against his chest. He squeezed his eyes closed, praying the man had stopped following him or had given up. Tears ran down Jimin’s cheek as time seem to move agonizing slow…
Taehyung roughly ran his hand through his hair, Jimin wasn't responding what did he mean ‘he’s here’ he who? Suddenly ripped from his thoughts when he heard a yelp from the phone
“S-stay away! I-I-I have the police on the phone!” the 22 year old dancer yelled, voice cracking near the end. “Why are you playing hard to get?” another voice said, it was quiet probably distant. “Leave me alone!” Screamed the singer, Taehyung didn’t know when he had started running. He could hear rustling from the phone as he ran, he was trying to find his friend's voice within the dark maze of street.
“HELP!! TAE!!!!”
Taehyung Turned his body toward to direction of the echoed cry, it was definitely his Jimin. The daegu boy sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him, the cries leading his way closer and closer. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to rip out from his chest, he turned into a back road. There he saw Jimin struggling to push his older man off his small body, “DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”he cried struggling more. Taehyung was quick to pull the man off the dancer throwing him to the ground and punching his in the face. His mind filled with disgust and anger, the only thing that broke him out of the trace was the strangled call of his name.
“T-Tae…”
The 22 years old turned and looked at his best friend, the man was laying on ground his hand holding something against his stomach. Taehyung’s eyes widened when his mind registered the object, a knife, sticking out of Jimin. “Jimin” he gasped running over and examining the wound. The smaller man was crying, his white tee drenched in blood and the spot was only getting bigger and bigger by the second. The Daegu dialed the ambulance in record time, telling them where they were and the situation as calmly as he could. Jimin stared at him with pain filled eyes,
“I love you, Tae…”
The elder said, Taehyung could feel his eyes well up with tears. “Don’t say that” he croaked “Tell me when you’re better.” the younger of the two reaching to hold his friend’s small hand.
“I-I dropped your s-surprise….I’m sor--”
“You can buy me a new one. I don’t care Jiminnie...your love is enough..” a sniffle “Your love is enough. You can buy me something after this. Okay?”
A smiled graced the Busan boy’s now dull lips,his lively skin looking paler, “I wanted to ask you t-to be my boyfriend… I-I wanted to kiss you...” Jimin breathe out slowly. Taehyung croaked out another broken sobs, he was losing his best friend...He was losing his lover..
“I’ll be your boyfriend. We can on on dates and we can kiss an---Jimin?”
“Jimin?!? You can’t do that!! You can’t die!! I-I haven’t been able to h-hug you at night, told y-you how beautiful you are and how i love your smile i-is…..Please stay”
Taehyung held the boy’s limp body within his arms, trying to preserve its losing warmth, hot tears streaming down his red face. The ambulance came shortly after, the red lights flshing against jimin’s flawless skin and dark brown hair that fell in front of his face. The 22 years old kissed his friend’s now cold lips, wishing he could rewind time, to spend more time with his friend…….he would never get the chance to tell him ‘I love you, too’
Park Jimin was pronounced dead on November 18 at four o’clock in the morning.