YOONMIN BTS FF

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It feels like being on the first page.

"Welcome."

Where everything is no longer about school rules. There will be no task that makes Jimin dizzy, the teacher who punishes him for being late or a popular gang that control the school. No.

But unfortunately, life outside school is nothing more than a nightmare with eyes open. It could be even more creepy than that. Maybe at first it will be nice, free from all the pressure get great grade.

But later, he realized that real life would not run as well as he imagined.

Jimin smiled slightly, past the waiter who had just greeted him.

Squinting, he walked down the shelves of neatly-made electronic stuff.

"I want one earphone."

Jimin's eyeballs circled in the fields beside the checkout counter. There are various variations of arranged earphones on the wall. Her eyes did not stop moving, looking in the awkward way. From one model to another, everything looks interesting. But ... it's all the same. So he refrained from pointing.

"I ... want a black one."

"This one?"

"O ... oh ... yeah, that one."

Although basically, everything looks black, some is gray and... white.

"It's 2500 won."

"Thank you."

Once out of the store, the street temperature was clear, so contrast with the cool air of the room. The city feels stuffy, the air humid as it decreases.

He exhaled slowly.

The roar of the vehicle engine sneaked into his ear, the noise that made Jimin's ear feel full. When he turn back, the wind from the passing car seemed to slap the cheek, united with the dust and air of the street that diffuses with the air.

Jimin looked around. This time, somehow everyone looks more rushed. Then ... suddenly the rain splashed his head. The longer it gets harder. His body was soaking wet, except for one: the earphones he held  to the close .

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When the apartment door opens, Yoongi's face is right in front of him. "You say just return the lunch box?"

Still in the doorway, the water droplets from Jimin's clothes almost form a puddle on the floor. His breath sounds lousy, his lips are shivering, pale, nothing can be ejected, even to set the gears tooth is already difficult.

"Get in. Change clothes."

"I-I ..."

"Hurry in!"

Jimin passed. With a shiver, he walked toward the bathroom. Still had time to wake up because of Yoongi's hard thud on the apartment door.

The plastic containing the earphones is still there. Linked to a towel rail behind the bathroom door, before Jimin finally took off his clothes one by one.

This morning, after soliciting Yoongi with difficulty, he was able to go to Jungkook's house, returning the lunch box he had borrowed in school. His departure to Jungkook's house was not too long. So, on the way home Jimin decided to stop by the electronics store, buy earphones.

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"Now explain, why did you get home late?"

Jimin stopped walking across the living room, turning to Yoongi who was waiting for him at the table.

"I was -"

"Not just saying, but coming!"

Jimin swallowed, approached.

"On the way I look at my watch, it's four o'clock, so I think there are a few more hours before the sun sets, but suddenly the weather," he pointed out, "rain."

"So you?"

"I took shelter first, but I was afraid too late, so-"

"How long have you been at Jungkook's house, huh? You said just returned the lunch box ?!"

"I was-"

"There’s raining," he said quickly, looking impatiently at Jimin, "that's raining! Why do not you call-"

"I do not know rain will come down," Jimin said almost without intonation, his eyes highlighted the wall behind Yoongi's shoulder. Blank. "It's hard enough to decide which sky is cloudy when every day I see a gray sky.That ... seems to me ... just the same."

Jimin turned to look at Yoongi's narrow eyes who stared back at him lazily.

"How to?" Jimin said quietly, breathing, creating a melody between the silence of a cramped apartment. "How to distinguish cloudy and clear skies if at that moment I did not hear a thunderbolt or a rumble?" He glanced, heading toward the ceiling, as if he were remembering something. "Suddenly the city's temperature makes me sweat, people move faster, I think what's going on, then it rains without warning."

Yoongi whacked. "Do not do it again if you still want to stay here." He then passed, with a naive step and a cynical face expression. Leaving Jimin in the living room and his damp, wet hair, his legs still folded there, his eyes staring at the floor around confused.

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