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Jimin wakes to a small hand on his face. Taehyung's leaning over his sprawled form with his tiny face absolutely blank, blinking solemnly, the thumb of his free hand jammed into his mouth.
"Jiminie-hyung, someone's at the door." He whispers. "He says he wants to talk to you."
Jimin immediately sits up, blinking away the black spots in his vision. He grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes and swallows to get some moisture back in his mouth.
"Who is it?" Jimin croaks, wincing at the roughness of his throat. Taehyung shakes his head to show that he has no clue and sticks another finger in his mouth. Jimin gets to his feet with a sharp crack from his bad knee and a weak pop from the rest of his bones, taking Taehyung's offered hand to hobble downstairs.
Taehyung clings to Jimin's waist with his whole body as Jimin fumbles with the door, finally getting it open with shaking fingers.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
The man - he looks around fifty - Taehyung's talking about is rather stern-looking with his neatly combed silver hair and suit, a stark comparison to Jimin's stained shirt and boxers.
"Does a Park Jimin live here?" The man asks, straightening his tie. He glances down at Taehyung disdainfully and Jimin shifts his brother further behind him.
"What's your business with him?" Jimin replies, standing up straighter. The man doesn't answer, getting up on his tiptoes to try and look inside. "Hey, I asked you something."
"Does Park Jimin live here?" The man asks again. "The kid in his reception told me he lived here."
"What do you want with Park Jimin?"
"I wanna talk to him."
"Why? Who the hell are you? And give me one reason why you want to see Park Jimin." The man scowls, running his hand over his hair.
"Jesus kid, I don't have to explain myself to you. I just want to know: does Park Jimin live here or not?"
Jimin can hear his ears ringing. Who is this man? What does he want with Jimin? Has he forgotten something? Did he piss off the wrong person?
"You have the wrong place." Jimin slams the door closed and locks it hurriedly, hands shaking so badly. Taehyung lets out a low purr of inquiry when Jimin drags him close and squeezes tight but ultimately stays still and lets Jimin embrace him.
"Hey! Kid!"
Jimin discretely locks his car before turning around. It's the old man from the other day, still immaculate and suited.
"I told you before, there's no Park Jimin where I live."
The old man reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, flipping it open and pulling out a photo.
"You recognize this?"
Jimin looks down at the picture. And promptly throws it back at the man in horror.
It's a picture of Jimin age sixteen, dressed up as a pumpkin for Halloween. It's him and Jimin has no idea how this man has this photo.
"Who are you?" Jimin demands shakily, trying to hide his fear. "Why the fuck do you have a picture of me? Are you some kind of stalker?"
The old man's face suddenly lights up, a smile splitting his face and squinting his eyes close. He launches forward and squeezes Jimin tight like Jimin does with Taehyung. Jimin panics and shoves the old man away, hard enough for him to go hit the car across.
"Who the fuck are you, huh? What do you want?" Jimin hisses shrilly, trying so hard to keep himself from screaming. The old man has a hurt look on his face and is slowly rubbing his upper arm. "Look, I have no idea who the hell you are so just leave me alone. Or I'll call the cops on you, got it? Stay away."
Before the man can get to his feet, Jimin unlocks his car, scrambles inside and makes a break for it.