Alternate ending
DawnBecause kimnamjoon asked nicely
“Wait,” he runs out, almost tripping on the front rug. The guy raises an eyebrow at him, expectant. If Jimin squinted, he could see the messy hazy of the club and the flashing colors surrounding him. But now was morning. And mornings lit ups every scar and freckle and imperfection. Jimin could see the light bags under his eyes, yeah, he was more attractive in the bright light of day. “I don’t have classes on Wednesday, want to grab lunch?”
He blinks once, then twice. He answers uncertainly, “Yeah sure.”
“Great,” Jimin runs back to his kitchen, successfully tripping on the rug, and a grabs a pen. He hears the laughter but he isn’t embarassd. In slanted letters, he writes his phone number on the guy’s hand, “I’m Jimin, by the way.”
“I’m Yoongi.” There was a smile, not the full lazy cat grin but one more real than the smirk he had last night. With a final wave he left.
Jimin’s pulse didn’t slow down.
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