He heard all the stories before, They all sounded to be myth to Jimin. Bizarre that some guy had the whole town wrapped around his finger because he knew his way around it all but as the pink haired male learnt more and more about him, He couldn’t help but feel this pull at the collar of his shirt, Begging him to do what was right and bring the famous Agust D back into the lime light where he truly belonged. He was a legend, And the glimmer in his eyes as he learnt more about the man, That he was a true inspiration to life.
How he’d gotten here? Well ― That was a story for another time, Abit of travelling from his own behalf and a knife to a couple of throats until they answered him to where the whereabouts of this now slothful man was hiding. It was almost amusing when the one place he’d least expect a man to go to hiding was in his own worn out caravan. Unexpected but he admired him for it, Knowing it’d be the last place a person would look.
“ Now, if you’d just listen and hear me out. “
An amused grin spreads across those plump plush lips and the male is taking another step, Obnoxiously trying to invite himself in, Eyes wondering, To view how welcoming a home such like that looked ― No wonder he wanted to call it a day and retire. Snapping back to his original thoughts, Jimin looks up at the blonde.
“ I’m no good-for-nothing idiot that has come here
begging your ass for something you’d rather not
give. I’m here to tell you, that YOU should come with
me. Otherwise you’re going to regret it. don’ya get
bored just hanging around here? You’ve really decided
everything you did, You dreamed of, That in the long
run, You’d rather be doing this? I doubt it. “