Bach Bench [jimin]
Pt. 1
genre: angst
words: 2,301
I could only smell cigarettes. I was laced in the fumes of it.
His cigarette fingers touched me everywhere. Letting the remains of the smoke on his tips sink even more into my skin. His lips attached to mine, the taste of them being planted into my mouth. When his saliva went down my throat, it only upset my stomach more. I'd try taking large gulps of water and eating food right after another, but I could still taste it. It was there to stay for the next five hours. Maybe even up until the next morning.
There was never a night we could just lay in bed together and rest. There was always a fuck or two. Or three. He never seemed to cease his movements.
I wasn't really sure what he was in this for. Love and lust are both nice, but they should mean something. Don't they go together? Don't you lust after the person you love?
Does he even love me?
"It was a shit day. I'm just ready to get inside of you."
Those words were spoken everyday, maybe said differently, but still the same. Even when he came back to the place smiling.
I wondered if he noticed my unhappiness. My yearn to just even talk about his day.
"Well, what happened?" I would ask when he starts kissing my neck. Everyday, in the same spot, right at the end of my jaw. That used to drive me crazy in a good way, yet he still does it thinking I'll go mad.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Then he would kiss me. Take off his shirt, then mine. I don't even come anymore. The first time with him, yeah I did. After about the 10th day of straight fucking, I never did again. He never questioned it, he would just let himself off inside of me. Sometimes without a condom on. He hasn't even bothered to ask if I'm on birth control, which I am. He doesn't really care.
He doesn't care about a lot of things. I guess he only cares about fucking me.
"Hey, I'm leaving." I said so casually, throwing a pair of jeans into my suitcase.
"Alright, when will you be back?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. He does that out of anticipation. He just wants me back soon to fuck.
I looked at him, up and down, admiring his handsomeness I fell for that I believe is gone now. "Never." I mumbled.
He stopped the scratching. His eyes blinked a few times, mouth forming into a circle to get words out.
"W-woah, what?" His hand fell to his side. "What happened?"
"Um." I folded a shirt and pursed my lips together. "You did."
He chuckled once, "what did I do?"
"Well," I grabbed my shoes and left the ones he bought for me. They were ugly anyways. And never worn. "I don't know you. I don't know what kind of person you are. You never cared to tell me anything about you, which is kind of sad. That's not really how a relationship works. I only know that you love my body."
"That's not true." He crooked his head to one side.
"Then what is?" I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as I zipped up my makeup pouch. "How would I know you're not lying? Is that the kind of person you are?"
"[Y/n]-"
"I.. don't want to hear you talk or say my name like that." I cut him off. "You can go find a new fuck buddy to live with. Or maybe just someone to fuck, she probably won't be your buddy. You can't exactly be buddies with someone you know nothing about."
I zipped up my suitcase and dropped it to the floor. I looked at him as I walked past him to get out of the room.
"[Y/n] you can't do this!" He started following me.
"Oh, how pathetic." I turned around after rolling my eyes. "How can you chase after someone you barely even know? Just because you have seen every inch of my naked body, doesn't mean you know me."
He stood there, looking at me with shocked eyes.
"If you knew me," I opened the door. "You wouldn't be so surprised that I'd call you pathetic."
That's when I slammed the door shut.
I felt dirty. I didn't feel clean. I thought I had morals, I always did. But then I started living with him and everything was just the same. I wasn't proud of myself or happy. Every shower I took I scrubbed and scrubbed my body clean from him. Leaving burns and scratches because I felt so dirty.
I still couldn't breathe. I wish I would know if he'd run after me, but then again—
I knew nothing about Min Yoongi.
"I walked out on him." I told my best friend on the other line.
"No fucking way." I could hear her laughing a bit, which made me giggle. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day."
"Yeah, me too." I said as I looked at my surroundings. I was still walking in the night. "But I called so I can ask to stay at your place. Can I?"
"Bitch, you don't even have to ask me. Come on over." She said. I could practically hear her smiling and the laugh bubbling up in her throat to her my reaction.
"Thanks, honey. Much appreciated." I laughed. "But I'm pretty far, do you mind picking me up?"
"Nah, I'll be there in a second. Where are you?" I could hear her standing up and putting on her coat. I told her the address and waited.
I sat at the bench with my suitcase next to me. I closed my eyes at the sound of classical music playing from the restaurant across the street. I let myself sway and nod my head a bit.
I could feel a presence next to me, so I opened my eyes.
I saw a boy. Or a man. He looked young but handsome so I was debating on what to exactly title him to.
"Bach." He said with a smirk. "It's beautiful."
I could only look at him. The street lights hitting his orange hair that seemed so thick and luscious. You could tell he ran his fingers through it a lot.
"A 24/7 five star restaurant. I wonder who the brilliant mind is behind that." He just kept his eyes across the street. Following the waiters and waitresses that were cleaning up the place, waiting for a customer to come inside during this late hour.
"Park Jimin." He stuck his hand out in front of me, wanting me to shake it.
"[Y/f/n]." I replied softly after taking his hand. I couldn't help but think about how soft his hands were. They were warm, although the night was freezing.
"What's happening to you at this time?" He asks, letting go of your hand but keeping his eyes on yours.
"I walked out on someone." I kept my gaze locked with his, letting him know I'm not afraid to talk about anything.
"Your boyfriend?"
I shook my head, "no."
"A shitty friend?"
I smirked, "no."
"Family?" He shrugged.
"To me, they're a nobody. I can't say it's someone I know, because I didn't know them. I couldn't even call them a friend. I don't even know what we were." I looked away from him and down the empty street.
"So you two were nothing." He adds.
I thought about it and realized that's exactly what we were. I nodded my head and looked down at my feet.
"Why are you out?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"I like walking at this time. It's quiet. Not busy. I come sit at this bench, too, every night. To listen to the classical music. It's starting to become my favorite. I even bought the CD off of the owner of the restaurant, that's how much I'm loving it." He intertwined his fingers together.
"I can only imagine how much that cost." I smirked and leaned back.
"Eh, it wasn't too bad." He waved his hand.
There was a still silence between us, only Bach playing in the background.
"You reek of cigarettes." He turns to look at me. "Do you smoke?"
"Um," I scratched my cheek and pursed my lips. "The nobody does actually. That's all they ever did."
"Can't stand it?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Not anymore. I used to be okay with it, but now it just makes me sick. I even used to smoke every once in a while." I played with my own fingers.
At this point I was wondering what was taking my best friend so long to get here. That was until I saw her car pull up on the side of the road.
"This is for me." I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and stood up. I turned to face Jimin and stuck out my hand. "It was nice meeting you. Maybe we can find each other again, swaying to Bach."
He shook my hand firmly. "Goodbye, [y/n]. I'll hopefully see you around."
He flashed me a smile that made my heart stop for half a second. I felt my stomach go warm and the beating in my chest increase.
I pulled away from him, feeling that familiar emotion that I haven't felt in a long time.
"Bye." I said before turning around quickly and walking to my friends car. I opened the back seat and shoved my suitcase in.
She drove off after I got in and I tried stealing small glances at Park Jimin that was still seated at the bench. He was looking after the car as well.
"He was hot." She spoke up before she chuckled. I could only let a smirk crawl on my face for one second.
I couldn't stop thinking about his smile and the way it made me feel.
I haven't felt that in so long, it was so foreign to me.
"Can we turn on a classical radio channel?"
Second person
As Park Jimin sat there after you left, he couldn't stop thinking about the way you talked.
You sounded confident with every word, your voice never turned into a mumble. It was like you didn't care. He admired that kind of attitude.
He kept wondering why you were so skinny. Why you had such dark bags under her eyes. Was it because of the nobody you walked out on? Were they the ones who did this?
After about 10 minutes of thinking, he sat up from the bench and strolled back to his place.
"Who was that guy?" Your best friend asked.
"Oh," you were messing with the hem of your shirt now. "I don't know, we just started talking."
"You didn't think you'd be able to find an orange haired man late at night on a San Fransisco street." She kept her eyes on the road as she spoke. "How did he look so good with that color?"
All you could do was chuckle once.
They pulled up to your best friend's place and got out of the car. You wondered if your brother still lived with her, or if they were still together. You dragged your suitcase out of the car and up to the apartment complex
The moment you opened the door;
"Heyyyyy!" Your brothers arms flung open as he ran towards you. He brought you into his embrace and picked you up and spun you around.
"Hi Seokjin." You greeted as he was squeezing you to death.
"I'm so glad you're here it's been too long." He set you down and held your shoulders. "Come on, I'll take you to your room."
You followed him to the room after he told your best friend he'll be right back and to cook up something for you.
He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him after he realized you were looking a bit down. You walked slowly over to him and seated yourself.
"I used to think Yoongi was a good guy." Seokjin whispered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "I trusted him with you. I thought he would've been able to take good care of you, so that's why I let him have you. But now look at you."
You looked down at your lap.
"You look like a wreck. And you smell so badly of cigarettes." No matter how bad you did smell, Seokjin didn't let go of you. "What happened to the Min Yoongi I used to know?"
It was silent until you spoke up, "I didn't even know him." For the first time in a while, your voice didn't sound clear.
"When I was walking out, that was the only moment I've ever seen him try to care." You shook your head slightly. "He failed to convince me."
"He ruined you, didn't he?" Seokjin started rubbing your arm comfortingly.
"He didn't ruin me exactly, he just ruined my body. The only thing that I used to be confident in. Then I stopped eating because I thought I wasn't beautiful in his eyes. I wanted to be." You could feel tears brimming your eyes, and you wished you could punch yourself for it.
Then it hit you.
"He did ruin me." That's when the tears started spilling. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sobbed as Seokjin just held you closer to him. He kissed your head for a long period of time and you could feel the mad heat radiating off of his body.
There was nothing more Seokjin wanted at this moment, than for Min Yoongi to be dead.
