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I watched him from afar with a smile, his eyes creasing from the gigantic grin plastered upon his face. He looked out upon the crowd, listening as they chanted his name over and over again.
"박지민! 박지민! 박지민!"
He swept a hand through his orange hair, fluffing it up before wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He made it.
Jin put a hand onto his shoulder, whispering something into his ear with a smile almost as big as Jimins. The members bowed over and over; Yoongi was on his knees, bowing to his parents in the crowd, tears spilling over himself.
"고맙습니다." Jimin spoke into the microphone. He could give a million 'thank you's but words would never suffice his appreciation and love for all the individuals staring back at him. I watched as his eyes lingered before landing on me, and that's when I formed tears myself. He mouthed 'I love you' to me, before bowing once more to the crowd, walking off the stage.
I made my way out of the barricaded crowd, moving towards the backstage area. As soon as I stepped into the little hallway, Jimin ran over, embracing me in a large hug whilst spinning me around.
"How does it feel?" I whispered into his ear as he put my down.
"I'm on top of the world." He mumbled, kissing my own lips gently, his smile forming once again.
"Let's celebrate."
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Jimin knocked back drinks in the little karaoke bar, the rest of the boys sprawled across the room in different areas. Taehyung and Jungkook were singing to VIXX - Error on the small stage, making everyone giggle with their obnoxious tones.
I wasn't much of a drinker, so I only had a few sips of Jimins drink, which he used as a lame excuse to drink more himself.
They had done it; topping the charts internationally with their new album. They'd broken countless records and held onto new shiny awards. They finally made it, and all of us couldn't be more proud, especially myself.
I had grown up with Jimin in Busan. Despite being born in the same hospital, we didn't meet until we were 10, but upon our first introduction of him spilling banana milk all over my uniform, we were inseparable. We shared our first kiss at age 14, and declared our love at 17, now 21.
"Drink anymore and you won't be making it home." I challenged with a giggle, watching Jimins face scrunch up as he leaned his back against the counter, hand on my lower back.
"We've got a busy schedule. . . starting. Starting um, n-next week." He stumbled drunkenly over his words, "Tonight's the only night I can drink." He said, swigging down the last of his bottle; I'd lost count on which this was.
"Come on ChimChim, we should cut you off for the night." I said with a playful eye roll, plucking the bottle from his hand and placing it on the counter. I grabbed his waist, throwing his arm over my shoulder as I led him to the entrance.
"Heading home?" Suga spoke, sitting on a leather couch by the door.
"네, he's had enough." I chuckled, Jimin planting a kiss on my cheek.
"Drive safe." He smiled, bringing his bottle into the air for a 'cheers' motion. I waved goodbye to all the boys, dragging Jimin out of the bar. I led him to our car, opening the passenger side.
"But I wanna drive." He whined, making me widen my eyes. I smacked his chest lightly.
"너 미쳤어? No way am I letting you drive!" I exclaimed.
I shoved him into the seat, clicking his seat belt for him before shutting the door. I got into the drivers side, starting up the car just as the rain started to pour.
"How wonderful." I groaned, throwing my head back and sighing before I prepared myself, driving out of the parking lot.
Jimin started to hum to himself, fiddling his hands around with the vents. He was a playful drunk to say the least, always having to be doing something with his hands, talking or singing, or doing an activity. He could never stay still.
As I drove to our apartment, the rain fell harder, now pouring heavily which caused my vision to blur. My windshield wipers were going as fast as they could, but still the road was hardly visible. It didn't help it was pitch black outside, no street lights on this road to help me find my way.
I felt Jimin sneak his hand into my thigh, and I tried my best to ignore him. His touch lingered, my voice scolding him to move his hand. He just leaned over and kissed my cheek, trying to reach my mouth.
"Jimin-ah! I'm trying to drive!" I said in a stern voice, but he only giggled. Good to know I intimidated him. Not.
My tires were slipping as I came to a stop at what I knew was a stop sign. I couldn't see the sign in this rain, but I memorized these roads like the palm of my hand.
I heard a beep behind me, making me roll my eyes as I moved the vehicle forwards.
Damn impatient drivers, I'm moving, I'm moving! Aish, no patience anymore.
I moved forwards, hearing them beep repeatedly.
"What do you want!" I threw my hands up, but suddenly Jimins hand gripped my thigh tighter than ever. I looked to his side, only to see headlights right by his window.
"Y/N" He whispered my name, and within a second the truck ran into his side.
Darkness
I regained consciousnesses, head throbbing as I opened my eyes. My head was pointed towards the roof, only now it had red splattered on some parts of it.
I blinked a few times, eyes not fully regaining vision. I could hear loud sirens in the distance coming closer and closer, making my head hurt even more. The rain was pouring, I could tell not only from the sound but from the wetness dripping onto my arm.
My eyes finally opened and I looked to my side to see my window no longer there, now replaced with one shard of glass remaining at the bottom, the rest outside on the ground.
It suddenly hit me what had happened and I then realized I still felt the grip on my leg.
I gasped, looking down to see Jimins bloody hand on my lap, holding me for fear life, except his grip was growing weaker. I looked fully to my side to see him in the worst shape. His legs were pinned under the seat of the car, his chest had glass sticking out of it, along with his head being bashed slightly on the side. His face was dripping with blood, clothes ripped. The truck had rammed right into his side, leaving him motionless.
He was still conscious, but barely. He was loosing too much blood and his injuries were far too much to sustain.
"Jimin!" I screamed, tears flowing down mixing with the rain and my own blood.
His eyes moved slightly to meet mine. He was still so beautiful despite looking like a horror movie package in one.
"Y/N" He whispered, voice so faint I could hardly hear it.
"Jimin hold on baby, help is coming." I cried,grabbing his head in my hands, making him face me as much as he could.
"I love you baby." He whispered, voice cracking with pain and sadness.
"가지마, 가지마!" I screamed as I saw the life draining from his eyes.
"No! You can't leave me!" I screamed once more.
He shut his eyes, resting his forehead against me as he cried. I grabbed his hand that was on my thigh, clasping our fingers together tightly. He leaned in, kissing my lips gently before he became still, and I knew in that moment that my Jimin was gone.