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“Remember when we first met? You said light my cigarette?”
It was one of those nights again. When Jimin's parents argued until the fight wore them both out. He hated how every time they argued it was always about him. His dads words always effected him the most. Even if they weren't directly said towards him they still hurt.
’you need to grow some balls and start being a man Jimin, stop being such a damn pussy all the time.’ In the heat of an argument he would always say that to mock him.
His mother on the other hand was a good woman until she had a slip up one day, but who could blame her for what she did?
You'd think his father would try to help his own wife through a rough time but no, he held it against her for no apparent reason.
To escape the argument Jimin went down the street to the local bar. Yes he was underage, but he had a fake ID saying otherwise. Nobody even questioned him anymore.
In a way it was like he was invisible. Nobody ever noticed his presence or just didn't care. He's grown used to being the 'quiet kid'.
"Ah Jimin what can I get for you tonight? The regular?" At least the bartender acknowledges him. At first he didn't but after going there a couple times he started talking with him.
"Yeah just the regular." Jimin watched as the man poured the whiskey sour in front of him. He was always so fascinated with the little things. He didn't even notice the presence of someone else who sat down beside him.
"What can I get you yoongi?" The bartender asks wiping an empty glass.
"I'll just have what he's having." The pale man looked over to Jimin and flashed him a toothy smile before pulling out a box of cigarettes. "Want one?"
"Sure why not?" He said reaching for the lighter in his pocket.
"shit I think I lost my lighter. Can you light my cigarette for me?"
"Yeah"
"Thanks." He pauses and looks up at Jimin "I'm yoongi" he held his hand out to Jimin flashing a small smile .
"I'm Jimin" he shook his hand while taking in all his facial features. He was beautiful. All the way from how his eyes light up when he smiled to how his hair managed to fall so perfectly.
"So Jimin, what brings you here?" He said taking a drink.
"Oh nothing, I just came for a drink and that's about it." He replied fumbling with the sleeves of his sweater cautiously covering his wrist.
Yoongi noticed this and didn't hesitate to ask."Hey, what's wrong? Your not cutting yourself are you?"
"Why would you care if I did anyway? We just meet five minutes ago." He said defensively.
"Hey I'm not trying to be rude." Yoongi said calmly.
"Then don't go around asking people if they cut themselves. You don't know me and you don't know my story."
"Then tell me."
"What? No" Jimin replied.
"And I tell you my story." He said cutting him off while rolling up his sleeves to reveal the old scars left on his pale wrist.
"Oh I'm sorry." He said desperately trying to make up for his behavior.
"No it's fine, I was the same. I'd snap at random people who were just trying to help me."
"What happened?" Jimin questioned.
"Well it's a long story and I have to be home before curfew my parents beat my ass."
"Curfew? What are you in high school or something?" The younger snorted.
"And what about it?" He joked "Aren't you too? I'm pretty sure I've seen you in the hallway before."
"Yeah that was probably me, if I was alone and had a disgusted look on my face than yeah."
"I'd really like to stay and talk but i really have to go before my parents beat my ass." Yoongi said checking his phone.
"Alright i better get going too before my parents come looking for me too and find out I've been drinking."
"Wait before I go," he paused pulling out a piece of paper "here's my number."
"Oh so you bold bold just giving out your number to someone you barely know." Jimin jokes.
"I guess I am." He said before shrugging and turning on his heel and leaving the bar.
Jimin watched as the dark haired man disappeared out of the bar and onto the busy streets of Seoul.
"Does he come here often or something." He asked the bartender who had just finished serving someone.
"Oh yeah Yoongi, he's one of my best customers. Why?"
"Oh no particular reason I was just curious." He mumbles before picking up his drinking and taking a long sip.
When he's finished he pays and makes his way down the dark streets.
The streetlights illuminated the dark street while giving people terrifying shadows. It was bothersome feeling like someone was constantly following him, even if it was his own shadow.
He took a step in the direction of his house when the rain suddenly started pouring, leaving him soaked.
He trudged toward his house and slung the door open. His mom was asleep on the couch most likely because the fight had wore her out.
Before heading to his room, he gave her a kiss on her forehead and wrapped her in a oversized blanket.
He lazily pulled off his clothes before wrapping himself in the warm blanket. His eyes landed on the piece of paper lying on the floor.
Crawling out of bed and grabbing it, it read “Call me, xxx-xx-xxxx” he chewed his bottom lip trying to figure out if he wanted to.
“Hey it’s jimin” his fingers danced over the send button until he finally decided to press send.
”wow I assumed you wouldn’t text me after you called me bold for giving you my number. Now who’s the bold one? hah” He replied within in ten minutes.
With every little ding of his phone butterflies blossomed in the pit of his stomach along with a short laughter from the messages.