JB x Jimin
From TimeHe is cold. That’s the kind of guy he is. Some will describe him as stand-offish, emotionless, unfriendly, even heartless.
We met in my first year of high school. He was notorious at school. From the first day I heard rumors of him being a gang leader. He scared everyone in the neighborhood with his piercings, tattoos and dyed hair. Hell, he even scared me. But then there was that time when I saw him save a baby bird or the time I watched him carry an elderly woman’s groceries to her home. It made me curious. Who really was Im Jae Bum? Was he as scary as everyone described him as?
I found out the answer sooner than later.
“Park Jimin!” yelled a guy wearing my school uniform. The reflection from the piercing on his eyebrow being the only source of light on his face.
I ducked my head trying to avoid him, why is he calling me? Especially at school! This is so embarrassing, ugh. My friends eyed me suspiciously, others looked at me in fear as the boy approached me out in the open hallway.
“Yah! Jimin-ah! Didn’t you hear me calling you?” the boy came over slowly jogging.
“Mmm, good morning Mr. Jaebum-sshi," I bowed.
"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you,” I lied.
He scratched his head and let out a howl,
“Hey, don’t be overly-polite,” he smacked my back.
I flinched. He noticed.
“Uhum, anyways… I need a favor from you.”
“A favor?” my eyes were shaking; I grew worried at the thought. What could I possibly give him? Oh god, please nothing gang-related, my parents would kill me.
“Uh, yeah… I have an appointment after school and I was wondering if you could pick my little sister up from school?”
“Huh? What?” Why was he asking me to pick his little sister up when he could have one of his friends, no, fellow gang members to do it for him.
“Please, I’m only asking you because I have no other option. It’s going to be on your way home anyway. We’re neighbors, we should do these kind of things for each other! Look here’s the info,” he slipped a piece of paper in my hand before I could respond,
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