A/N:
Hello readers! This is my first chapter for the BTS fan-fiction! It's my first homosexual story and it's pretty rough currently but I will edit it along the way. The first chapter is pretty short but look forward to longer chapters :). Thank you for checking this out and hope you enjoy!
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The door slams open as Jimin walked in, collapsing on the practice room floor.
"What's wrong?" Jungkook, the only one in the room, questioned.
"It's nothing. The director just told me to loose some more weight." he said, facing the wall.
"What? Why, you already lost a lot." Jungkook exclaimed, incredulous.
"Apparently I've gained too much back from the trip, and he thinks it's going to lower our group's popularity. Not much handsome faces, not much profit." Jimin muttered.
"The fans don't care though. They all say that they love you no matter how your weight differentiates."
He sat up, leaning back on his arms, a mocked expression on his face. "Do you really think so? You're a little more naive than I thought you were, Jungkook." He clicked his tongue, looking up at the ceiling. "Sure, there are a few telling the truth but the rest of them... They say that now but we'll be seeing how they truly feel if I gain 50 pounds." An awkward air lifted between them as Jungkook had nothing to say to that statement. Jimin stood up once more. "Looks like everyone's a little late for practice. I'm going to head out for some fresh air." He left the room before he could say anything.
"...Jimin." Jungkook called out softly when he was gone.
Walking down the streets outside of the building, the cool spring air brushed Jimin's cheeks. Hands in his pockets and sunglasses on his face, he observed the streets.
A pudgy homeless man was sitting across the street, asking people who passed by for some money or food.
Two woman walking by snickered, seeing him as well.
"I don't think he needs any food. Looks like he could last through the winter!" One of the girls said. Jimin frowned at them. Her blond friend noticing, shook her shoulder. "Look, look! That guy's looking at us! He's so hot and handsome!" she gasped. Tugging her, they walked towards him shyly. "Hello, what's your name?" she asked. Ignoring them, he headed to cross the street towards the homeless man.
"Maybe he didn't hear us?" Blondie said.
Frustrated, he mindlessly stepped on to the crosswalk, walking through.
"Hey mister, the light's not-" a loud honk blared through, blocking the rest of the person's sentence and the lights blinded Jimin.
Then everything was black.