jimin

Your day started terribly — screaming, parents fighting. Your little sister, who was crying terribly loudly and screaming especially much. You were tired of this life, because everything at the university was terrible too. There wasn't enough time to study in peace. Not nearly enough. You had to clean the house, do the laundry, wash the dishes, and pick up the shards of broken plates and mugs.

And you finally decided to just give up on everything. To escape into another reality with the help of — alcohol. Your faithful companion, who always helped you forget everything horrible.

In the morning, you took only your bag and wallet. You went to a bar, ordered two bottles of tequila and two bottles of wine right away. You drank, and then you drank some more. You got heavily intoxicated, passing out on the bar counter. The bartender kept glancing at you, but didn't try to touch you. It was better not to, since you were drunk. But he decided to take your phone and call someone. The first number he found was that of your enemy — Jimin. He called him, saying that you were drunk and unable to return home.

An hour later, he arrived. And he saw you — drunk, sleeping on the bar counter. Silently, he picked you up in his arms, carrying you outside, slipping your wallet into his pocket and slinging your bag over his shoulder. He quietly muttered under his breath.

— Drunk idiot, how did it come to this?

His voice was soft and calm. He didn't even believe himself that he could be like this.

You and Jimin are crazy enemies and you just can't stand each other for many years.