Cannibal II Yoonmin

55

"I'll be home later."

The young boy rolled his eyes at the sound of his mother's desperate voice. He swirled his tongue on the lollipop in his mouth as he looked out into the junkyard. Two set of feet dangled from the rooftop waiting for the conversation with the woman to be over.

"I'll text him, I can make no promises he'll show up. Bye."

Jimin exited the contact of his mother's and opened the messages with his brother. He began to write him a text explaining what their parent had just spoken to him about, he doubted he'd receive a responds. It was then that he remembered the words of his brother that caused the injuries that were fading.

"Tae what does it mean 'you're not the only he's played with'?"

The same aged boy tilted his head as he thought over the question. "Did someone tell you this?"

Jimin nodded his head, he didn't expand on the question more. He waited paitently for his friend to give him an explanation that would help him understand the words of his brother thoroughly. The adreline that pumped through his veins when Jihyun spoke those words did not allow for them to be processed in the head of the boy, it was impulse that caused him to hurt his brother.

"Well that depends, were you talking about a person?" Taehyung asked as he flicked pieces of papers into the air. They watched as the small white slices of the material was pushed away by the wind that flowed through their hairs. Jimin pushed back the pink strands on his head wondering of his brother's which Sohyun had mentioned. He was curious to know just how it suited his little brother.

"It means they've messed with other people. I can't really tell you how since it varies. Was by any chance Yoongi Hyung that you spoke of?"

Jimin nodded his head. "My brother said that to me before we got into our fight, I just wasn't sure what he meant. Should I be worried?"

Taehyung was in the process of pulling out a box from his coat, he did not answer the question. From the blue pocket of the jean fabric escaped a white box and a blue lighter, Jimin recognized what the object was as the top was lifted. He put a cigratte between his lips and with his hand he covered the sight of the flame that lit the end of the drug.

"Why do you do that? You know it's not good."

The boy hummed as he released smoke into the air. "I know. I just don't feel good so I need it. About what you're brother said...not worry about it for now. And don't mention it to Hyung either, for whatever reason. It won't make him happy and you most definitely don't want to see him get angry."

Jimin agreed with the boy, that was not a sight he'd been wanting to see. He pushed away the thought of their topic while his eyes scanned the features of his best friend. The brown locks on his head were pushed back, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes reflected pure sadness.

"Is everything alright Tae?" Jimin muttered hoping not to sound as concerned as he was. Taehyung shook his head slowly before releasing another puff of smoke into the cloudy sky.

"No. I got into a fight with Hoseok, I hit him."

Jimin gasped, his mouth hung open at the actions that were spoken. Tears were dwelling in the corner of the seventeen year old's eyes as took another go at the drug in his hands.

"I s-shouldn't have. I didn't me-mean to."

"Oh Tae!" Jimin exclaimed before wrapping his two arms sides ways to the boy. He rested his head on his friend's shoulder while he whispered phrases he hoped would smooth his nerves.

"You want to talk about?"

"Nothing to talk about, I'm an asshole. You should get going."

Jimin pulled away from the teen whose sad eyes fell to the shoes that dangled off the side of the building. He was right, he did need to leave so he didn't fight the request. Jimin hugged his friend on last time before walking to the opposite side of the building where the stairs rested.