It's the hottest day yet of 1999, one of the hottest summers on record to date. The rains have already started, and that means summer is soon coming to a close. Normally, Jimin would welcome the coming of fall because he hates the wet muggy heat, the scorching sun, and all of the insecurities and bad decisions and fleeting feelings that come with them.
But something has changed, and he doesn't know what it is. It might be the putrid smell of cigarette smoke, or the grating way Jungkook talks too loudly about nothing anyone cares about, or it might be the uncomfortable, hot way he touches Jimin at the least appropriate times.
Jimin doesn't know what it is. But now, he's not sure he's ready for summer to be over just yet.
Jimin looks just as miserable from where he sits across from Jungkook, although it may have more to do with the fact that he’s woefully underdressed and overwhelmingly out of his league than anything else.
He knows what this all looks like to the dozens of rich onlookers side-eying him curiously and making him more nervous than he already was. Him, sitting awkwardly across from Jungkook in his sleek black suit, who looks like he’s right at home in this type of environment. Jimin looks like a street urchin scooped up off the street by a rich, albeit lonely, chaebol who is looking for company. That kind of company. For all these old men who keep staring at the back of Jimin’s head like it might catch on fire know, he’s just there to eat like a king for a night and in exchange do the walk of shame out of a five star hotel room the next morning.
And he just wanted ice cream.
Jimin is 5 years old.
On the subway late at night with his father; there’s only a few other people in the car with them, and it’s unusually empty. And sitting right across from tiny Jimin and his dad where he sits holding his father’s big safe hand is Jungkook. In all black. And he’s staring right at Jimin. And Jimin stares right back. And it almost looks as if Jungkook is watching Jimin, almost like he isn’t sure if Jimin is actually seeing him or not?
Because no one should be able to see Jungkook.
Jimin and Jungkook are caught in a spiraling vortex of violence and stifled anger. Of bitterness and vengeance for micro-aggressions.
Neither of them are willing to bend to the other, to change themselves, to be the first to cave. To lose. So, steadfast and stubborn they both remain.
Jimin wants to play a game of chicken. Jungkook knows he doesn't really want to win. And the scent of lilacs is going to kill him.
The ROKS Smeraldo has been in production for pretty much the entirety of Jimin’s life. It’s Starfleet Korea’s answer to the Enterprise, except smaller, faster, and way more tricked out, which makes it the object of every officer and cadet’s fancy.
Jimin, for example, is going to be the helmsman of the Smeraldo.
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20 Aug 2018