til death do us part || yoonmin.

human behavior.

"But oh, to get involved in the exchange of human emotions, is ever so, ever so satisfying."

Human Behavior - Byörk

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Multicolored lights flashing in a dark room. Cheap beer in red plastic cups. Sweaty bodies bumping onto each other. College parties were not for the weak-hearted and fragile-minded. Though Jimin viewed himself as so, something about the girls snorting coke in the corner and shameless couples making out on the couches was a sort of relief for him. A way to let out the pent up emotions his fucked-up brain locked up during the day.

     Throwing his cup to the side, the young man, clad in ripped black skinny jeans and a sweat-stained grey t-shirt, raised his arms above his head and allowed his mind to clear. Rolling his body along to the voice of the woman singing, he let go of the worries he banished inside of himself. The bass booming made his brain shake in a way that would give him the worst fucking headache of all time tomorrow morning, but that rattled all the negativity in his brain away. The feeling of other bodies brushing against him, grinding, pushing, pulling, caressing, the bass booming underneath his feet, Jimin felt free, despite the nagging, piercing, sickening feeling of regret in the back of his mind. A pair of hands grabbed his hips, grinding against him. He returned the favor, despite having no idea who it was.

     Suddenly he stopped, allowing the pulsating crowd of stressed out, mostly horny college students attempting to drown their sorrows in loud music, beer, and drugs to push him through and into the crowd. To weave him through the complicated net, like a wave crashing into the shore. The hands left him, but he felt others brush against him, felt a large palm grope his ass. Shaking his blonde head violently, he rushed to the table by the restroom without making it too obvious he was about to lose his fucking shit if he didn't get high beyond belief right now. Having had to push through many people (not that they gave a shit, they were too fucked up to even notice) and the panic already settling inside his bones, Jimin could feel his hands shaking as he grabbed 3 blunts from the table, rolled professionally by the one and only BamBam. Much to Jimin's dismay, said professional weed roller just so happened to saunter over to him, a lazy smile strung across his lips and features drooping like whatever lazy god had constructed him didn't give a fuck. Meaning he was ugly. Anyways.

     Jimin smiled politely and waited for BamBam to finish speaking so he could escape to the bathroom and get high and forget. For some odd reason, the hand on his ass made his brain shut down and go into "fuck this" mode. A downside of his disturbed brain was that he could go from peace and freedom to near fucking self destruction in a milisecond. The voice of the woman singing busting open the seams of the college dorm, floating around him, engulfing his head would only make it that much better, once he got high. He dashed around the corner and walked into the bathroom, the hallway dark and pulsating with red lights. He walked in a random room, the door open wide, and grabbed the small lighter off of the nightstand, making no notice of the two girls kissing naked on top of the covers.