A/n: *feeling to throw up* BTS with their comeback trailer and the first one is jimin. I'm wHEeZing. They be killing me with those bed shots tho

Jimin's POV

The scene dancing on within the car in motion was a choreography with no communicative action to it.

My mom and I let the vacant noise of silence with the low humming of the radio take the atmosphere, leaving our recent discussion to linger and stale in the air that we were trapped in for the past hour.

The space between us showed no angry inhance to it, for there wasn't anything infuriating about what had happened. It was only the silence of the unknowing asking a knowing a forbidden question; the provider giving to the unsatisfied.

No words were exchanged to disrupt to quiet, that was the unsaid deal. Our eyes were purposely opposite of each other, not wanting to possibly collide for neither of us wanted to go back to the time before the silence.

But a glint of light ruptures my absent eyes from the window I directing them into, drawing my gaze away at a low angle and ahead past my mothers shoulder, a heavily crowded area comes into my now focusing view.

The blurry memories of indistinctive passing trees fading as the sight of the outdoor shopping area steals their place in my recent remembrance ; stealing my depressing feelings about my dad with it.

We're almost there.

I shift my eyes to the little weight resting on my shoulder without hesitation, a Tae still sleeping soundly against me. I stare longer than I intended, analysing  his alluring features like I've done so many times before when I get the chance.

My hand brushes carefully against his cheek just to feel the soft texture that appeared with it, my heart swelling at how huggable he looks at the moment. I keep myself from pulling him into a cuddle, remembering that my mom was only a seat in front of us with a rear view mirror as part of her eyes.

"Tae, wake up," I mumble quietly in his ear, moving my hand down from his cheek to his shoulder, shaking him softly to disrupt the steady flow of his general breathing.

The motion of shaking him was ever so slightly, my will not fully wanting to wake him up from his little nap, but his eye lids flickered within its steady resting, gradually winding open to reveal partial of his dark orbs from the covers of his curtain like eyelashes; breathing getting mixed in with his vocal cords as he hums an awakening tune with a small yawn cutting it off.

His eyelashes danced while his eyes wandered around as they grew to his fully awake capacity, his head tilting as they lock in place with my downcast gaze towards him.

As he continued to lean against my shoulder, his stare upwards to meet mine was like one of a puppy; innocently watching as no set of emotions displayed in face or his bright eyes.

His eyelashes lightly fluttered as he blinked with his dazed eyes, his hair swept gently to the side by the angle he was looking at me with, slightly messy from rubbing against my shoulder through the ride and my beanie falling off it midway.

"We're here," I say softly, informing him on the reason I woke him up from his humble slumber, my eyes still circling around his cute mess of a hair.

He nods his head in a small manner, sitting up without saying a word.

Turning his gaze away without seeking no other interactions with me,  he just stares out the window like I was doing before, and I just stare at his hair from behind, missing the little kitten warmth he gave my shoulder. 

"Ah, here we go," my mum mumbles with a happy smile, her head turned as she watches something. After circle multiply times like someone stuck on a merry go round, my mum finally notices a spot available in the overcrowded parking lot.

She turns the corner sharply to get in the same lane as the park, stopping abruptly causing Tae and I to jolt forward harshly.

I send her a confused look after I regain my balance, following her gaze to another car the same distance away from the park.

Like birds about to peck each other to death over a small piece of bread they happened to come upon, both cars rave their engines to intimate the other.

I draw my eyes to the mirror that reflected my mothers expressions; her thankful eyes getting  sharper in the split of a second, and I swear I saw a glint come from the driver seat of the car we were facing off against.

Time slowed down its orderly pace as the atmosphere became heavier with a competitive mix to it, my eyes locked on the battle that was about to go down while Taehyung seemed to pay no attention to it.

The breaks suddenly released without me noticing for the beginning few seconds of it, my mom driving forward before I could even properly blink.

Both cars drove hard without slowing down, still going hard as they looked like they were about to collide. The first one to break was the other car, mashing there breaks and curve their car away from us, allowing my mom to swerve into the park and stomping the break, fitting perfectly.

We all jerk forward from the sudden momentum disconnecting, Taehyung and I almost ramming our heads face first into the back of the front seats.

"Hahaha sucker," my mom snickers proudly to herself for winning as she drags her hair out of her face, sending an arrogant smirk to the old lady that was in the other car through her rear view mirror.

She cranks down the window, propping herself up ready to yell something out the window as the old woman started to drive off, but I stop her before she does something irrational.

"She should've named her car Jimin then maybe she would've been able to park jimin," she jokes as she turns off the engine, causing me to face palm from her play of words and Taehyung to chuckle at it.

"Aye someone liked my joke," she points out, smiling brightly as she looks at Taehyung and gives him a fist bump, him gladly returning it.

She opens the door and gets out of the car, his eyes following her out. He then looks at me and I just shake my head no since he's just encouraging her by laughing, but he only pats my back as he playfully sticks his tongue out, opening the door to get out. I let it go and just come out on my side.

Once she locks the car she eyes the crowd that we'd be engulfed into in a few minutes, grabbing Taehyungs hand causing him to turn his head to her, my eyes catching on their hands.

My mom holds her hand out to me, and I raise my eyebrow in response. I hope she doesn't want me to hold her hand like some little kid needing guiding. Especially not with Taehyung here to see it.

She scoffs when I show no sign of reaching out to it, grabbing my hand from my side as she leads us closer to the crowd, reaching the intersection with the map to guide us through the place.

"Wait, mum," I say loud enough for her to hear me as she studies the map, sliding my hand out of hers as she turns to look at me. "I'm 15 years old, I'm too old for this kind of treatment."

She laughs at my statement, bending down the little distance to meet me at eye level. "You might be 15 by age, but definitely not in size or face. Jimin you've looked 9 for the past 6 years."

"Mum," I whine softly as Taehyung lets loose a chuckle at what she said, my face feeling heated from embarrassment; letting a little pout rest on my lips.

She looks back at Taehyung and then at me, mouthing an oh as she nods her head like she just figured out something,

"Ah I get it, you wanna look tough in front of Tae. I'm ruining your "manly" side in front of your friend right?" She whispers adding the quotations with her hands.

I slightly shake my head yes to her theory, evolving to her giggling and patting my head with a smile taking her face. "Okay I got you."

She starts digging through her purse that looks like it's holding all the junk she never threw away, scoping out and finding her wallet that she was looking for. She pulls out some cash from it, looking once at me and then to Tae.

"I'm giving you $30 dollars okay?" She says as she walks up to Tae, placing it directly in his hands. "Don't let Jimin waste it all on candy and food."

He shakes his head yes to show that he understands, but I'm growing confused but the second.

"Wait," I start, causing both of them to look at me, interrupting the little deal that was going on. "Why are you only telling me off, and why is he in charge of me if I'm older?"

"Because I know as a fact that your stomach is like a black hole, plus your very immature and I can count on Taehyung more," she tells me nonchalantly.

"no offence," she adds right after, like it makes a difference.

"Umm offence taken mum," I say seriously, but she just rolls her eyes at my response, walking up and gives me a quick kiss on my forehead.

"It's 4pm now so let's meet back at the car by 7pm okay," she advises as she pats my back, looking at the map one more time. She starts the walk in the direction she intended to go, suddenly turning around as she starts to wave like a mad woman.

"See you later my 9 year old son, Bye Taehyung!" She yells loudly across the place causing multiple people to stare at us; Taehyung waving back with a smile gleaming as I bury my face in my hands from the humiliation.

"Why is she like this,"I mumble to myself in disbelief, wondering why she puts me in these situations. I stay for some time, just contemplating my life.

"Jimin," Taehyung calls as he taps my shoulder, my shame disappearing as I look up to send him a questioning look.

"You said you were older than me," he says softly as he looks at me with a wondering gaze. "I'm sorry since it seems to be like I forgot since you know mine, but whens you birthday?"

"What do you me-" I start, shutting my mouth when it hits me. That's right, Taehyung doesn't remember some things. I forgot.

"Its October the 13th," I inform quietly, waiting to see what reaction he'll give me.

"That means it already passed then," he states, my head nodding to confirm the fact. "Aww that's a shame, I would've liked to have celebrate with you," disappointed capture his features.

You already have I want to say to him, but I just press my lips together tightly so I won't say anything unnecessary. What's the point of saying that when I'll probably just confused him.

"We can celebrate yours that's coming up together okay?" I say resting my hand on his beanie as I pull his head in, connecting our foreheads as I look him directly in the eyes. "I promise."

He quietly nods his head as he keeps his eyes on the ground, a small smile sneaking its way onto my face.

"Now come on," I tell him as I start to walk a random direction, him jugging a little to walk next to me.

We begin to hit a crowd as we go farther away from the intersection, the little area getting so much population due to the outdoor mall's small concert stage as people wait for someone to sing.

I feel the air tighten around me as I near the dense area, feeling a small yanking on the back of my shirt as I'm about to enter to ocean of people.

I look to taehyung as I see him clutching on to the seam bottom of my shirt, my eyes sending him concerned look, and when we make eye contact, he let's go instantly.

"Sorry," he murmurs as he fidgets with his hand, keeping his head down as he continued to speak.

"Just got a little intimidated," he admits, forces a little laugh after it.

I look at him in sympathy as he just fumbles with his hand, not knowing what to do with them now that I caught him holding on to my shirt.

I disrupt the playing his hands did with each other, grabbing one hand and intwining it with mine.

"Reach for my hand if your scared, I always hold right back on," I inform with a warm smile on my face. He stared down at our hands for a little while, then brings his eyes up to me.

"I thought you said it was embarrassing though," he says sounding uneasy, probably wondering if it was really okay with me for him to do that.

My little smile turns into a soft smirk, my body leaning slightly against his as I get closer to him so my voice would be right by his ear.

"It's embarrassing when my mom does that, not when I do it with the boy that's on my mind 24/7." I reassured him as I whisper it into his ear, making sure to say it close enough that he'll hear me over the irrelevant noise.

I pull away slowly, watching his slightly shocked expression become redder by the second. I chuckle at his cuteness, triggering him to cover his face with his arm.

I guide him through the crowd, are fingers interlocked the whole way through. We continue to walk on after skimming through all those people, Taehyung slowing down as we walk. I turn back to look, seeing him staring into a store, enchanced by what it owned.

"Do you want to buy something in there," I ask questionably over his shoulder, accidentally scaring him as he jolts in place. He became  fidgety and startled when I made my voice audible.

"You can use out of the $30 dollars to get what  you want in there," I remind him as I stare into his eyes, Taehyung shaking his head no quickly. I turn my head to look at what had caught his attention, but he grabs my hand and drags me forward before I could even get a glimpse at what they had.

"Its okay," he mumbles as he continues dragging me, keeping his gaze to the floor as I spot a little bit of blush dye the top of his ear. "Let's continue on."

I let him lead the way, but I'm curious to know what had made him stop in his tracks and draw him in like that.

A cotton candy stand makes an appearance on our path, my full attention going from my thought the the fluffy candy in front as I drag him towards

"Do you want one?" I point excitedly to them, bouncing up and down in place as are hands stayed glued together.

"What does it taste like," he questions, eyeing the different colours of clouds that were on display.

"You don't know?" I ask and he simply shakes his head no.

"Okay mister can we have one large cotton candy with the blue fluff please," I ask with a big smile, the old man looking at me as I talked.

"Sure little boy, tell your mummy that'll be $5 okay." He says with a hardy laugh, beginning to spin the cotton candy on the cone.

My face changed in seconds as my smile vanished and my eyes furrowed.

Did he just call me a little boy?

Fury starts to bubble inside of me, my body getting ready to tell him off. Taehyung dashes in front of me before I could get on this old mans case, thanking him over and over as he hands him the cash once he finished making it.

Taehyung starts to walk off quickly but I don't follow, still sending the man a stink eye as I'm about to give this old geezer a piece of my mind.

Taehyung notices that I stayed and comes back grabbing my hand and yanking me away, depriving me of telling the cotton candy man a thing or two.

He finds us a bench to sit down, allowing me to cool off a bit as I watch him eye the cotton candy like it's some kind of new species. He does a test as he touches his tongue to it first, softly biting into it after. I stare as he licks off the small pieces off his lips.

"I like it but its just sugar," he turns to tell me, his eyes like a puppy's. I stare for longer than I should've, but still reply in the end.

"That's the point," I say as I take his hand in mine, taking a bite out of it in the exact area that he ate, looking up at him the entire time.

He looks at me a little shocked, and I just give him an innocent smile in return, slowly licking it off my lips.

He covers his mouth in embarrassment, trying to hide the growing blush that was coming on. I chuckle as I face my body directly to him, my hand playing with the tips of his bangs. I'm teasing him too much.

I feel sly looks directed to us, most likely judging my actions our my excessive physical contact. I let a sigh leave my lips as my big smile falls into a little one, ignoring the weird looks we might receive.

They probably think we're weird huh, like how my dad once told me this would happen if I continue to cling to Taehyung.

It's hard for me not to wonder if it's because he lost a part of him that that's the only reason he isn't disgusted with me kissing him, and I know that I shouldn't dwell on that, but it's a struggle not too.

But right now it doesn't seems to bother him, and I don't seem to be conscious of that anymore. I was mostly just scared that Taehyung would think I was gross back then, or try to avoid me for being too clingy, but I guess that's not the issue these past few days. They stare like I'm abnormal, but why.

I'm happy with how we are, is that really so weird? It shouldn't be.

So I let the hater hate, my hand gliding over his cheek as I give him a loving stare, the sun setting giving him a golden glow. He looks at curiously, forcing my eyes to fall deeper into his.

"I think we should start heading back,"  he informs as he breaks the contacts and turns to squint his eyes to look into the sunset, getting up with the cotton candy still in his hand.

He stares down at me first, reaching out his hand to me as he gives a caring box like smile. "Let's go Jimin." I look at his hand, how slender and long his fingers were and how they looked as soft as the cotton candy.

My hand reaches out to his softly, happiness filling in me when our fingers lock together once again.

All I need is his smiles to wash away my insecurities.

I let him lead us back to the car, the crowds loosing density as other people begin to head home. A bathroom draws my eyes to it and the urge to let it all loose hits me suddenly.

He turns to look at me, his eyes questionable to why we stopped with the cotton candy in his hand.

He can't bring that in.

"I'm gonna used the restroom real quick," I say letting go of his hand as I dart in, waddling my way to the closest one as fast as ossible.

The pressure seems to have lessen once I'm done, feeling ten times better. Once I finish my business, I wash my hand and dry it, coming out of the bathroom right away. I need to tell him about their bathroom, it looked as nice as a hotels

"Hey Taehyung-" I begin, expecting him to be in the exact same spot that I had left him, but it was just an empty section.

"Taehyung?" I question as I move around the area a little, trying to spot the boy in the red beanie.

I look around for quite some time, but I still can't find him. I asked people if they've seen him but they haven't. An uneasy feeling starting to claw at me.

It's getting dark.

People are leaving.

And I can't find him.

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But seriously DAFuQ Bighit BE PLAYIN TOO MUCH like who makes a trailer 2 MINS LONG?!? What the comeback gonna be like then?

Why

Why are theses ppl like this

*dying * HeLp