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It was early afternoon, but the sun was already slowly falling down, shining down on the small window of one workshop. The man sitting near the window barely paid attention to it as he cleaned the red stone to the best of his ability, making sure it was spotless. As he continued to turn it over in his hand, examining the surface, one spray of sunshine fell down on it, the red reflection going straight to the man’s eyes.
He barely flinched though. Already used to it. He simply moved his hand closer to his face, making sure the red stone was no longer in the line of the sun as he continued to clean it, tapping his foot rhythmically on the ground. His parents were talking in the other room, being loud enough that they could be heard outside, but the young man paid them no mind. Not only was he used to this, to their chattering while he worked, but he also didn’t have the luxury to waste his time. The deadline for this necklace was in a week and other orders were piling up that the pink haired man was forced to work overtime almost everyday. He had five orders that he hadn't even started on yet and another two that he needed to add final touches before giving it to the customers.
But the man wasn't as worried as he was supposed to be. He found himself in this situation almost every year, around the same time when courting officially began and when everyone wanted a fine piece of jewelry to give to their fated mate. He knew he’ll get himself out of this one as well and that he’ll get all the orders done in time.
Besides, something about this entire situation was calming his nerves, letting him work in peace without his fingers shaking and without sweat running down his face. He enjoyed the busyness that came with making jewelry, and with having so many customers that he barely had the time to rest. It gave him a sense of purpose and it made him feel like he was doing something right, although he would never say something like that in front of his parents because he knew they would get mad at him for having such thoughts.
Speaking of which, Jimin could hear them entering the room he was working in, being careful not to disturb him as they sat somewhere behind him. Their chattering was gone now and tense silence fell over them that made Omega abandon his work. This is why he let them talk while he worked because the second they turned their attention on him something would follow soon afterwards. Something stressful and tense that made Jimin loathe being in a business like this. Where patience and calmness was everything.
“Yes, is there a problem?” Jimin asked them sitting up straighter when he realized he was practically bending over the table. His back and neck cracked with each movement of his as an uncomfortable ache settled deep in his bones. This is why his parents always warned him about his posture while sitting down, because they understood more than anyone the pain that comes with age if you don’t take care of your body properly. Looks like Jimin was going to learn it the hard way because he always seemed to be forgetting about it.
“You’re working too hard, darling.” His mother started, her voice gentle and kind as the pink haired man sighed. He knew this was coming sooner or later. After all, they didn’t give him a lecture about overworking for the entire week. It was bound to happen, but it still made Jimin irritated.
Why couldn’t they understand? He was doing this for them. He was doing this so their family business can be recognized in other packs as well. He wanted his father to expand his business and the only way to get that is through hard work. Jimin’s father, Ji-Hoon, was already old and he couldn’t work as much as he used to which is why everything fell on his son, Jimin.
The pink haired man didn’t mind it though, after all it’s not like his parents forced him to take so many orders and to make so much jewelry. He did it all himself, wanting to show his parents that he’s more than capable and that he will make them proud.
His parents just didn’t understand that.
“I’m not.” Jimin muttered, not having enough energy to fight with them this time as he went back to polishing another red stone, this time keeping in mind his posture. He really didn’t want to have any back problems like his parents do.
“You have been working since morning, Jimin. You are working too hard.” Jimin’s mother, Aera tried again, her voice still shooting and still gentle even though she herself was trying to keep her emotions in check. If her son continues to go like this, spending all his day in this workshop, not only will he get sick, but he’ll stay alone forever. And what kind of a mother would Aera be if she allowed her son to not enjoy the pleasure of having someone by his side simply because he was too focused on work?
Work that he wasn’t even supposed to have in the first place. But everyone knows how soft the Parks are when it comes to their only son.
“I have orders to finish.” Was all Jimin replied, done with the conservation as his parents sighed, glancing at one another like they were wondering how they got in this position. Ji-Hoon cleared his throat, ignoring how his son’s back tensed and just when he was about to say something the door of their shop opened, a small bell ringing above it and echoing all over.
Aera held her husband’s gaze, telling him that he was the one who’ll have to go to the front while she stayed here with Jimin. With a small sigh the man stood up, walking out of the back room, leaving a mother and a son alone. Almost soon after they could hear Ji-Hoon chatting happily with their customer as he showed them all the jewelry they have made so far and that they were selling.
Aera on the other hand was pressing her mouth together, her mind wondering with all the possible words she could start her speech with, but in the end she gave up. She realized there was no use thinking about some long speeches when her son won’t even listen to two words that would come out of her mouth. No, she had to think of something else.
With no words spoken between them, Aera got up and grabbed a rag that was in their cleaning supplies in the corner of the room. With a pinched expression she began to clean all over the room even though there was no dust on the shelves or anywhere else. She was well aware of it because she cleaned the entire room this morning before Jimin came in to work, but the reason why she was doing this was to annoy her son, who wasn’t paying her any mind.
Narrowing her eyes at him, Aera picked each tool that he had on the table before wiping the “dust” from underneath them, but instead of putting them where she found them, she placed them on the edge of the table, as far away from her son as possible. Even with all of this, Jimin still didn’t glance at her, probably because he had no use of those tools anymore. And now Aera was growing more annoyed than her son who was only trying to work in peace.
Only when Aera grabbed a small bowl of red stones, the one Jimin was supposed to clean, did the pink haired man glared up at her, his lips pressed in one thin line.
“Mother, please, whatever you’re doing just drop it.” Jimin said while his mother crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at him with her jaw clenched.
“First, promise me to stop working so much.” She began, but Jimin cut her off before she could continue.
“You know I can’t. I have orders.” Jimin hissed, glancing at the door where his father was still talking to the customer. They had to quiet down unless they wanted to scare the poor man away from their shop.
“Fine, until when do these orders have to be done?” She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest as Jimin purposely banged his head against the desk, not believing he was having this conversation with his mother. He would have been done by now if his parents just stayed away and let him work in peace.
“A week and a half.” Jimin muttered, thinking about lying to his mother, but his stomach coiled with dread just by thinking about it. He never lied to his parents about anything. Well, maybe a few things, but he still didn’t like it and he knew his mother would find out sooner rather than later.
“I don’t want you to take anymore orders during that time. You deserve a break and when you do take orders you won’t take more than three per month.” She stated, her voice tense and it left no room for arguments, but Jimin still had to try. It was unfair.
“Only three? How about-”
“Don’t make me say two, Jimin.” She threatened, her eyes narrowed down at her son who sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. What was he supposed to do now with the rest of his time? Sleep? He already slept enough as it is.
Jimin felt like he was going to lose his mind if this really does happen and if he really starts taking only three orders per month. He’ll never have his father’s business pushed out there if he works so little. Why couldn’t his mother see that?
“What did I miss?” Jimin’s father walked in after that, glancing at his son and wife with a questioning look, but neither of them wanted to say anything. Jimin was back to cleaning the stones, this time with his brows furrowed and his jaw set. His fingers weren’t as calm as they were before and now he was more annoyed by the entire process of cleaning rather than finding it necessary.
“Nothing, love, Jimin and I came to a small agreement.” Aera said, smiling at Jimin. She knew her son hated the idea now, but she knew that once he starts going out and spending more time with his friends will he see that she was right and that he needed a break from all the work.
“Father, I made new sketches for some designs, do you want to see?” Jimin asked his father just when the man was about to open his mouth and ask more questions about their “agreement”. The Omega didn’t want to talk about it anymore and he was desperate to move the attention from such matters and rather to focus on their jewelry business.
Ji-Hoon walked closer to his son, taking his son’s sketchbook that he gave him, before flipping the pages, his eyes wide in wonder. His son drew four new deshings, each one looking more beautiful and unique than the last one. Jimin also made little drawings in the corners of the pages on how certain details of the piece look up close. The Alpha could feel his wife standing next to him, studying the pages as well while their son smirked to himself, placing the last stone in the bowl and cracking his knuckles.
Jimin didn’t understand how could his mother let him give all of this up when his entire world was centered around it. It made him into the man he is today. It’s part of him and sure sometimes it is stressful, but it’s all worth it in the end when he has his final piece in hand. And when he knows it will make another person happy.
As Jimin opened his mouth, about to slam that fact in his mother’s face did the bell rang again and his parents glanced at him at the same time like they wanted him to go and see who it was because they were too busy studying his designs and figuring out if they can really make something like this. With a small irritated sigh the Omega got up and walked to the front, his eyes focused on the ground until he was standing behind the counter.
Taking a deep breath the Omega almost choked at the strong scent of jasmine overpowering all of his senses and filling up the room in seconds. Jimin didn’t even have to look at the person to know who it was and he couldn’t believe his luck.
One time. One time he decided to emerge from the back room and Jungkook was his first customer.
Jimin wanted to dig a hole and die inside of it, but instead he forced himself to smile and look up at Jungkook, who seemed just as surprised to see Jimin. The Alpha’s eyes were empty of any emotion and his forehead was creasing as he observed Jimin, his jaw clenching like he was imagining snapping Jimin’s neck in half with his bare teeth.
Clearing his throat nervously, Jimin tried to keep his scent in check as he rubbed his hands together, trying to get some warmth in them before he stepped closer to the counter, not allowing Jungkook to scare him off. Even though Jimin just wanted to run in the back room and ask his parents to deal with Jungkook.
He couldn’t do that though.
They still believed he and Jungkook were on somewhat good terms and they would find it weird that Jimin didn’t want to serve Jungkook and asked for one of them to do it instead.
That couldn't be further away from the truth, but this is better than his parents knowing what really happened between them and what Jimin is keeping away from them
No.
Jimin told himself, biting his bottom lip as he nervously played with the hem of his shirt. He’ll just have to deal with it on his own.
“Good afternoon.” Jimin started, his voice high and shaky as he dug his nails in the palm of his hand. “How may I help you?” Jimin asked Jungkook, not believing he didn’t shutter once. Jungkook seemed to find it amusing as well, but he didn’t say anything. He only eyed Jimin up and down with an unpleasant smirk which made the Omega cross his arms in front of his chest, looking away from the Alpha as he hoped he would stop observing him like he was a piece of meat.
“Are you sure you can help me? Where is the real owner of the store?” Jungkook asked him, his voice full of malice that made Jimin flinch away in his spot. Quickly composing himself the Omega glanced back, making sure his parents can’t hear anything that was going on here.
He didn’t care if they would throw Jungkook out for speaking to him like that. Alright maybe he did care, but he also had no energy to explain to his parents why he and Jungkook were no longer on good terms and why Jungkook was being so mean to him.
“Is there anything specific you’re looking for? A necklace or a ring?” Jimin listed, completely ignoring Jungkook’s mean words as the man in front of him chuckled, shaking his head. His long brown hair flew in his face, hiding his eyes for a second and the view made Jimin’s mouth run dry.. Slowly swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, the pink haired man cursed at himself for having such a reaction before he focused his attention on the jewelry in front of him, begging for Jungkook to hurry it up so he can go back to the comfort of his favorite room.
“A necklace.” Jungkook spat, his eyes never leaving Jimin as his bigger and taller form moved closer to the counter. The sight made Jimin’s fingers shake as he pulled out a large wooden box filled with necklaces before opening it in front of Jungkook. The entire time the Omega had to tell himself that Jungkook would never hurt him, specially not in his father’s store, but he couldn’t shake off the fear no matter how hard he tried.
Jungkook’s body was hovering over him, his shoulders twice as large as Jimin’s, something that came with time after being a hunter for so long. He had to have the power and endurance to withstand harsh winters and stronger animals. His hair was pulled back, his face bare to the world and Jimin wished he could stop staring, but his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and they wouldn’t stop admiring every little detail on Jungkook’s face. From his dark round eyes, sharp cheekbones and a jawline to his thin pink lips that were sneering down at him with pure hate. Jimin ignored the look Jungkook was giving him as he played with the handle of the wooden box in front of him, blush rising on his cheeks.
The Omega couldn’t remember the last time he was able to see Jungkook this close and he wished he could take his time and truly take Jungkook in for the man he became, but he doesn’t deserve that kind of a treatment.
At least that’s what Jimin told himself.
“Are you going to jerk that handle off all day or are you going to help me?” Jungkook hissed, Jimin quickly released the handle as it burned him, feeling his cheeks redding from Jungkook’s words. The Omega had no idea Jungkook was this straightforward, but then again. They haven’t been friends for years. People change. Especially after something like that.
“Do you have a color or certain design in mind?” Jimin asked Jungkook, quickly taking out another box filled with necklaces and opening that as well. The ones he took out were a bit more expensive, but the Alpha wasn’t looking at those at all. He was observing necklaces in the first box, the simple ones and ones that didn’t bring too much attention to themselves, but they still were a real sign of someone’s love and devotion. Jimin liked those more, but he would never say that in front of Jungkook. Who knows what the Alpha could do with that kind of information.
“You can take out any that you want.” Jimin spoke up after a few minutes and after Jungkook studied every single one. It seems that Jimin’s voice brought Jungkook out of his thoughts because the Alpha actually flinched, slowly blinking down at Jimin before he composed himself and cleared his throat. He roughly pushed the first box towards Jimin, not sparing a second glance as he focused on the other box, the one that held more expensive and expressive necklaces. The stones that were in these necklaces were huge and the details on every single one were precise and carefully crafted. It took Jimin several days just to make a single necklace, but somehow Jungkook didn’t look happy with them.
He gazed at every necklace with a small frown, something dark and distant in his eyes as he gently took one from the box, bringing it up and towards the light. Jimin nervously fidgeted with his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek and hoping Jungkook likes it. The Omega wasn’t even aware that he was swaying on his feet nervously, staring at the Alpha with wide eyes, his nails digging in the palm of his hand as he eagerly waited for his response.
“This one will do.” Jungkook said carelessly, placing the necklace down on the counter as Jimin parted his lips, trying to wrap his mind around what he just heard.
That’s it? That’s all Jungkook had to say about Jimin’s work?
The Omega was incredibly angry, but he held it together as he carefully closed the boxes before putting them away underneath the counter. Rubbing his hands together he took a much thinner and smaller box from the pile in the corner of the room before placing it on the counter. Taking the necklace gently he put it inside, making sure all the stones were turned on the right as he pressed down on the pillow so he could close the box easily. The entire time while Jimin was packing up the necklace Jungkook was tapping his fingers on the wooden counter, his eyes never leaving Jimin, causing cold sweat to form on the Omega’s back.
After a few minutes and after Jimin was done he gently pushed the box towards Jungkook, telling the Alpha the amount. The man quietly gave him the money, not even looking at Jimin anymore. Instead he was studying the scenery outside, his mind occupied with how he’ll give this necklace to the Omega he was courting.
If Jimin was in his right mind he would have probably been hurt by Jungkook blatantly ignoring him after he said all those nasty words to Jimin, but he was angry that Jungkook didn’t value his work at all and therefore he could care less whether the Alpha was paying him any attention or not.
“Hope you have a nice da-”
“Jungkook? Is that you?” Aera spoke from behind Jimin, walking towards the counter as Jimin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mother really knew how to pick a time and he couldn’t believe Jungkook was about to leave and now they’re stopping him.
“Hello, Mrs. Park.” Jungkook exclaimed, the corners of his lips lifting up in a huge smile as the Omega stared at him in disbelief. How was this the same man who was telling Jimin such awful things not even five minutes ago? And here he was, pretending like everything was perfect.
Jimin had to be honest, he appreciated Jungkook being nice to his parents despite what happened, but at the same time it broke his heart.
They used to be best of friends and now Jimin couldn’t even look Jungkook in the eyes without the Alpha getting mad at him.
Not that Jimin would ever want to look into Jungkook’s eyes. Jimin doesn’t deserve that.
“How have you been?” Jungkook asked her, his eyes falling on Ji-Hoon, who was also joining the rest of his family in the main part of the shop.
“Amazing and you? I saw you with that beautiful Omega a few days ago. What is his name? Ha…?” Jimin’s mother trailed off as Jungkook chuckled, his voice light and kind. Completely opposite of how he treated Jimin.
“Haneul.” Jungkook spoke, his eyes briefly falling down on Jimin who had his face downcast, not wanting to participate in such conservation. He himself saw Jungkook and Haneul all the time. Everyday he managed to stumble upon them and each time it made Jimin curse out his luck. What Jimin failed to understand is why he was still mad over the fact that he had to find out from other people that Jungkook is courting someone. He wished the Alpha told him that himself, but then again, they haven’t spoken in years. Jungkook cut him off, for a good reason, but it still broke Jimin’s heart. They were inseparable once and now they acted like they have never spoken a word to one another.
No matter how much Jimin hated it, he understood the reason why.
It was his fault after all.
“Ah yes. Haneul. I can’t believe I forgot, I used to babysit him when he was little. And now he’s already a grown man.” Aera spoke, clutching her chest with her hands as he glanced at Jimin. There was something distan in her eyes. Something Jimin couldn’t see or reach or understand, but it made him shift in his spot and look away. He can only imagine the conservation he’ll have with his mother once Jungkook leaves and he wasn’t looking forward to it.
“How long have you been courting him? Can we expect to see a mate mark somewhere soon?” She teased Jungkook and Jimin couldn’t believe the questions his mother was asking. It was highly inappropriate and Jimin was about to tell her just that when Jungkook cut him off.
“A week from now on.” Jungkook smiled, his expression softeening for a short few seconds as pure happiness beamed in his eyes. “If everything goes to plan.” Jungkook added with a small chuckle while Jimin’s parents laughed. To say the Omega was highly uncomfortable would be an understatement, but there was nothing he could do besides stand there and listen to his parents talk with a person who used to be his best friend.
And Jimin wasn’t jealous. Not at all. He wasn’t jealous of how kindly and with how much love Jungkook spoke about Haneul even when the Omega wasn’t here to witness it. And he definitely didn’t want to receive the same treatment from someone else. No. Jimin was quite content working on his father’s business and staying away from any Alphas. Because if he does find himself an Alpha one day, what will that Alpha expect? Children. And then Jimin can say goodbye to his dream of getting his father’s business out there. Jimin knew it was better this way for both parties.
“Aww, well that’s nice. Jimin over here doesn’t even want to find some Alpha let alone to mate.” Aera spoke, pointing her head at Jimin who slowly blinked at the mention of his name. The second he realized what his mother said he frowned, narrowing his eyes at her before he remembered Jungkook was here as well. And he heard it. This is why Jimin hated his luck.
One glance at Jungkook told him that the Alpha won’t forget this information easily, but Jimin’s parents didn’t see that. No. For them Jimin and Jungkook were still friends who didn’t talk as much and didn’t visit each other as much as they used to. They probably thought that was because of Haneul, but the strife between them was much older than Haneul. And much bloodier.
“Well, I’m sure once he’s ready he’ll find somebody in no time.” Jungkook said with a kind smile, but there was a dark gleam shining in his eyes that made the Omega shiver in fear. Sometimes he really thought Jungkook wanted to kill him. Or maybe not kill him, but hurt him in the most unimaginable ways. To be honest, Jimin was just waiting for that day to happen, but it never came. Jungkook kept his distance and besides a few cold remarks he never spoke to Jimin.
The Omega thought that was better than being six feet underground, but his heart still yearned for their friendship and when Jimin felt untouchable everytime he had Jungkook by his side. Those days were long gone and nothing would bring them back though.
“I think both of us are going to die before that happens.” Aera chuckled, shaking her head as Jimin turned his face away from them. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He just wanted Jungkook to go so he can return to his work.
“I have to go now, thank you for the amazing jewelry Mr. Park.” Jungkook spoke, shaking Ji-Hoon’s hand before he waved at Aera. His eyes never met Jimin’s, but the Omega was glad and he felt like he could finally breathe once the bell rang again and once the Park family was completely alone.
“Did you have to say that, mother?” Jimin hissed, turning so he was facing the other woman who stared at him confused, her brows knitted together.
“What are you talking about, Jimin?” She asked him, glancing at her husband who only shrugged her shoulders and went to the back room. Jimin wanted to go there as well, but first he had to talk with his mother about certain boundaries and what she is and isn’t allowed to mention in front of people.
That was private business. Or at least that’s how Jimin viewed it and he didn’t like his mother mentioning it to other people.
“What you just said to Jungkook? Why would you do that? Why would you say that?” He asked her, glaring down at her as she rolled her eyes, letting out a small sigh.
“That’s Jungkook, Jimin. He used to be like family to all of us. Especially you.” She added as Jimin’s heart clenched at her words. Oh how Jimin knew that. He knew Jungkook and him were like brothers sometimes. But that’s all in the past now.
“We used to be like family, mother. Used to be. That’s the key word. We’re not anymore. Whether family or not, you don’t get to talk about private things like that.” Jimin explained as his mother nodded her head, not saying anything for another minute.
“I don’t understand what the big thing is, Jimin. You don’t want to go out nor do you want to look for somebody, but when I mention it to people it’s bad?” She asked as Jimin nodded his head like a mad man. His eyes were wide and were glaring down at her as the Omega tried not to scream from how frustrated he was.
“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m talking about. That's a private thing and it shouldn’t be mentioned anywhere for your own amusement.” Jimin expressed, running his fingers through his hair as he turned around to go into the back room when his mother’s voice stopped him dead in the tracks.
“Oh you’re being dramatic now, Jimin.” His mother spoke and in a flash Jimin turned around, his eyes hardening at her expression.
“Dramatic? Because I asked you not to talk about private family matters to other people?” Jimin asked her, his hands shaking from how angry he was as his stomach did weird uncomfortable spins every time he realized he was actually having an argument with his mother. That’s a new one. Usually Jimin was too scared to even raise his voice when speaking to his parents let alone have an actual argument.
Aera opened her mouth to say something when her husband’s voice cut her off, saying to leave Jimin alone because he has a point.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this before, Ji-Hoon. If he continues to go like this he’ll stay alone forever. I’m so sorry for simply looking after him.” Aera said in a sarcastic voice as Jimin’s eyes softened and as the frown disappeared from his face.
“You don’t have to look after me, mother. I can take care of myself.” He said gently. He understood where his mother was coming from, but at the same time this was his life and he decided when it’s time to find somebody and settle down. And so far Jimin hadn’t found anyone who interested him.
Well, there was one person, but he was strictly off limits and Jimin felt disgusted by himself for even thinking about that person in such a way.
“Fine. I’ll stop talking about it.” She sighed, shaking her head and joining her husband in the back room, leaving Jimin alone in the front.
The Omega knew his mother won’t let this go so easily and that they’ll have more conservations like this in the future, but for today Jimin was safe. And he’s going to enjoy that fact.
It was late afternoon, the sun was shining directly down on the small blond haired boy who was sitting in front of his house, playing with wooden toys that his father made for him. He was lost in his own little world. The two main characters, who were also his two favorite toys, just crossed a large canyon, which was a crack in the pavement, and now they were on their way to set their friend free from an evil witch.
Even though Jimin liked playing with his toys and he had no problem staying by himself for longer periods of time, today he could barely concentrate on the toys in front of him and he couldn’t wait for his parents to come back home. His father promised to read Jimin a book, the one he got from his grandmother earlier this week, and that was one of the reasons why he couldn’t calm down no matter how much he tried.
The small blond boy wasn’t really aware of his surroundings, which is why he almost screamed when another hand touched his shoulder. Snapping his face to the right, Jimin gasped when he saw a shorter boy standing next to him. The boy had curly brown hair and round dark eyes that reminded Jimin of a doll, his lips were raised upwards in a huge friendly smile that made Jimin grin back.
“I’m Jungkook.” The boy spoke, his voice lighter than Jimin’s as he offered the boy his hand for a handshake. The blond haired boy got up, wiping the dirt from his hands on his pants before he shooked Jungkook’s hand. At that moment Jimin felt like a grown up and his eyes were gleaming with pride. He only ever saw his parents shaking hands with other people, he never saw kids doing the same thing. The blond boy couldn’t wait for his parents to come home so he could tell them about what happened.
“I’m Jimin.” The boy said, both of their hands falling limp by their side. Jungkook was still staring at him with a small smile before someone calling his name caught his attention.
“That’s my mom.” The boy explained, smiling at Jimin while scratching the back of his head. “We just moved in.” He continued, pointing his head at the house right next to Jimin’s home. The blond haired boy widened his eyes in surprise. He couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t believe he was finally going to have a boy his age living so close to him. They were going to be best of friends, Jimin could already see that. All the friends Jimin had lived far away from him, almost on the other side of the pack and his parents didn't allow him to go that far away from home when they weren’t around.
But now Jungkook is here. Living right next door and Jimin knew that he won’t be alone anymore.
Just in that moment Jimin saw something moving from the corner of his eye. The small boy frowned, noticing it was coming from the direction of his house as he turned around, his mouth opening in pure shock. He could do nothing but watch as his house slowly fell apart, flying away like ashes and going with the wind. Jimin couldn’t even muster a scream as he took a small step back, not believing his house was gone. Just like that.
“Jimin!” Jungkook called from behind him, but the small boy barely moved. “Come with me!” He yelled again and this time Jimin did turn around, but Jungkook was already running off into the woods, disappearing in between the trees. The blond haired boy was confused, not knowing what to do and who to call, but for some reason he trusted Jungkook. Therefore he ran after him, leaving the place where his house once stood behind.
“Jungkook! Wait for me!” Jimin yelled, his voice getting lost in the sounds of birds chirping in the trees and the wind flying between the leaves, rustling them in the process. Jungkook didn’t listen to him and instead the boy ran faster, completely disappearing from Jimin’s view once again. Even then it’s like the blond haired boy knew where to go and in seconds he found himself painting near a gentle stream. Jungkook was a few feet away from him, kneeling near the stream and leaning over the water as he washed his hands.
Jimin slowly made his way closer to Jungkook, a small frown on his face when he noticed red water appearing around Jungkook’s hands. From Jimin’s view it looked like Jungkook was washing the blood away from his hands, but that couldn’t be. Jimin couldn’t think of one reason why or how Jungkook could have blood on his hands. He arrived here a few seconds before Jimin did. Maybe Jungkook fell and got his hands dirty? Or maybe he fell and hurt his hands?
“Jungkook, are you alright?” Jimin asked Jungkook, stepping closer to his new friend who glanced up at him, a wide sinister smile on his face that terrified Jimin.
“I’m fine, Jimin.” Jungkook slowly said, nodding his head before he focused back on the red water and blood on his hands.
“Is that your blood?” Jimin asked him again, not having a good feeling about this as dread filled his stomach and made panic rise in his chest.
“Nope.” Jungkook chuckled, glancing back at Jimin again, but this time his eyes were cold and distant. Nothing but pure hatred inside of them.
“Who’s blood is that, Jungkook?” Jimin spoke, shivers running up and down his spine as he moved his body so he was ready to bolt and run away if needed.
“My mother’s.”