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                       YOU’RE A YOUNG MAN IN A BROKEN WORLD.                                                      so intent on FIXING yourself,                         but for that you TRUST in the help of few.                                                     your people, your home, your FAMILY.

          “oh my god!” jaemin snapped at the other sitting beside them at the dim bar, “i don’t give a shit about how they mistreated you, no one does! so please for the love of god! take your self loathing ass somewhere else for once!” he yelled as he took another shot.

Jimin let out a huff of laughter at the other male’s words, feeling more bitter than he ever has been. He liked to consider himself a nice guy, but sometimes... fucking sometimes, people got to him and he couldn’t help but want to punch them in the face. This was one of those times. “You’re such a fucking dick, you know that? It seems like you don’t like it when people talk about anything other than you.”

“no, i won’t tell my sister to turn down her music. she’s working out. ” as if that completely justified the foundation shaking volume of his sister’s music in the other room. but minho was used to it at this point – it simply didn’t bother him.

Jimin huffed at the other’s response, closing his eyes out of frustration. It was hard to frustrate him but sometimes, especially when he hadn’t gotten enough sleep, loud things could take a certain effect on him. “Can’t she workout without the music?”