☂ THE CITY

@{pr} park jimin. ( lmao ouch. hitting a woman. )

@▼ park jiyeon. [omo... Imma punch her]

@{pr} park jimin. ( lmao. are you sure? ; n ; uhm, kill that lady that made fun of jiyeon. o / sh0t. lmao. )

@▼ park jiyeon. [no~ don't do that at all~ I'm make him get outta the way lol no big deal. But I want to kill someone right now -OTL sounds like a person who commits murder-]

@{pr} park jimin. ( .. oh. OTL im sorry ; ; im a fail. so what do we do now? kuhrais. im sorry, you want me to re-write? ; ; )

@▼ park jiyeon. [-shakes head- JiMin is in the street still because he had to use all of his force to push her aside. He's in front of the truck]

@{pr} park jimin. ( WAIT WAIT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?! ; ; i i i thought he saved her & now they're both on the sidewalk. LMAO )

@▼ park jiyeon. [i was thinking that maybe Jiyeon would help the other... OTL]

@{pr} park jimin. ( WAAAAAAI?!1 lmao )

[tell me why I wanna kill JiMin....]

( ) i think i have typos & etc cries.

@{pr} park jimin. The blur flashed across her mind, as she felt herself pulled off the road, a near second before the truck came. Loud gasps and chattering we heard around her ー no, the random voices werent talking about how amazing the male was, by saving her life ー but the stupid girl that caused a burden to another human on this planet. She landed on her side, right on the edge of the sidewalk. Gulping, she tearfully stared at the orange bottle of pills, not crushed into little sand on the floor. Her breath stayed heavy, her mind was spinning all over.

Jiyeon stayed quiet as her attention grew towards the person that saved her. She looked up, noticing a partially familiar face, he looked really similar to someone, yet she really couldn't put her tongue on it. Her gaze locked on him, as chills ran down her back, causing her not only to slightly shiver, but to slightly scoot away from the male. She didn't bother saying thankyou ー too frightened to do that now. Jiyeon's heart sank as she glanced elsewhere, but the male. "Jiyeon," she heard the voice of her past boyfriend, again, haunting her to skull. Her emotions grew blank as she felt the temperature around immediately dropped. It felt like it was zero degrees, maybe even lower. She pulled her legs up, hugging them as she stared at the spot where the pills had quickly vanished.

Addiction to those pills were hard, very unable to run away from. Painkillers, what the name says, it kills the pain pysically ー but in Jiyeon's mind, it help emotionally. Staring at the her handbag, she slowly reached her hand into the leather bag, pulling out an exact replica of the pill bottle, except, there was more pills located in this bottle, more then the other.

"Such a mental girl, someone needs to get her to the asylum," one of the female voice called out, purposely loud enough to hear. Her hands helplessly dropped to her lap, bringing her pills along with her. She had been called mental more then a few times, a little bit too much that she had gotten use to it - but no one had mentioned about an asylum, infront of her face before. Never did a living human say that to her. "She needs bad treatment," the same voice said it again, except, only louder this time.

It sounded like a very wealthy woman, somewhere about her fourties or fifties. Jiyeon turne her attention towards the voice, facing the grown woman, dresse in her dark grey business outfit, with her name tag buttoned on her shirt. She was crossing her arms, staring down at Jiyeon in disgust. The young girl quickly popped open the bottle of pills, pouring it onto her soft, delicate hand. She stared at the red pills, counting then one by one in her mind. The total was up to nine. Gulping she lead her hand towards , before shoving it in , and down . Choking, she left out a few coughs, as the pills disappeared one by one. Finished, and slightly satified, she closed the bottle of the pill, and shoved it into her purse.

Ignoring the comments around her, she leaned her head against a bus sign pole, and faintly stared at the road in front of her.

@{pr} park jimin. ( ) im not either tbvh. esp when im on mobile.

@▼ park jiyeon. [have fun reading. I'm not the best writer]

@{pr} park jimin. ( omfg i love long posts. o / )

[omf... I wrote too much.. I'm soooo sorry]

@▼ park jiyeon. “Jiyeon,” a voice whispered. “Jiyeon...” The voice called out again with even greater urgency this time around, stressing each syllable. The voice was of a young male, a strong and deep tone was what the owner inherited throughout his years of puberty. It wasn't a voice to be scared of, though. No, not in the least bit. The person was actually was trying to help, even if the woman kept running away. Jimin didn't understand what was going on, why was she running away? Why didn't she pay attention to him when he called her name? Thoughts and questions flashed in his mind like the birds soared above them all in numerous flocks. “Jiyeon!” He tried again, but still unsuccessful, seeing the woman pull out a bright orange pill bottle. He was concerned... and felt hopeless. What was the other doing?

Jimin, also known as Hunter in the states, was a good boy. Hot tempered and selfish, but he was a good guy. He liked singing, playing an instrument, and most of all, liked ing other people's brains out for money. Actually, he didn't love doing his job, but it was what it was. There was no changing it either. He was dressed it all the latest brands, wore a different hat everyday. Life was good and the hardest decision he had to ever make in his life is if he liked the blue shoes more than the black ones. Never life or death.

But, as the other stepped out into the street, his mind was pulsing with blood and his migraines returned for the first time in about four years. He was confused, the horn of a truck not helping his focus at all. He just wanted to crawl up in a ball and practically die. "JIYEON!" Hunter screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one in the busy city seemed to care. It was the the two were in their own universe, and being selfish, he rushed to anonymous people so they could help her get out of the street.

Bus. Car. Truck. Train. All the same. A moving vehicle killed his parents in the brisk morning of September four years ago. That's when his headaches started, but then every time he thought about his only family that was now dead, they came back, abusing his mind. The best solution was to make the other forget, but how? Three months of intense later he turned into a bright cheery man from a sobbing, worthless and cold son of a .

Apparently the woman still couldn't hear him as his voice box started to go numb, cheeks burning that hot tears could never put out. Why the hell was he crying? He didn't know this female, never saw her before, and didn't know what her social status was. Didn't matter, he told himself. She was still a human that deserved to live. Should he help save this woman, risking his own perfect life so maybe save a person of low value to him? Or, should he stand there and watch like everyone else that didn't dare take action. Just watch Jiyeon's skull get crushed under five tons from tires.

Just waiting. Staring. Anticipating what would happen next.

But, no one thought in their most precious and selfish dreams someone would help her. Oh, no one would ever dare. But one male. Only one, and he wasn't a police officer. He wasn't a firefighter, either. He was a damn to be used at everyone's disposal for a large cost. And who's to say he wasn't a thief, either? Well, he was when he stole the costumers money while they were sleeping and slipped from user their noses.

Tears streaming down his face, glancing at the woman's name tag, all he wanted to do was return it to her. Not be a damn hero of the day. He wanted to be left alone. Feet seemed to move on their own, stepping on the white dotted lines below him. Hands reached out, fingers elongating with JiMin bending to miss all the cars he could. Finally, he grasped the others collar at the back of her neck. He might get a slap for that one, but he threw the woman out of the street.

All he could hear was the crushing of the orange bottle as a taxi ran over it. Nothing else as the truck advance, JiMin trying his best to get away from the drivers way.

@{pr} park jimin. ( ; n ; save it in your notes once in a while. o / )

@▼ park jiyeon. [ they were nice and detailed too... ASDFGHJKL I guess I'll start writing again... -sighs-]

@{pr} park jimin. ( waaaat. otl otl. CRYING. )

(okay I'm done... I had about 6 paragraphs and all of a sudden the ipad dies... So I lost everything... OTL)

@{pr} park jimin. ok guud boy. ;u; ( )

(-is writing the reply now-)

@{pr} park jimin. ( okay cc8 i gotta sleep anyways. o/ )

% I'm a bit busy atm.. But I won't forget you, okay? :)

@{pr} park jimin. ( oh yeah. got it. hay, u forget things sometimes. )

% lmao... You're a trip. And it's sense*

@{pr} park jimin. ( no lmao. length doesnt matter , as long as ur makes scense . IS THAT HOW YOU SPELL SENSE. OMFG I FORGOT HOW TO SPEEL. ; n ; )

% -Jaw drop- Do I have to match that? XD

@{pr} park jimin. Gripping her purse from the side of her, the girl walked down the sidewalk of the busy city ー car quickly passing by, people chit chatting here and there, old people drunk on the corner of a road. Jiyeon, dressed in a big white sweater, and a pair of skinny jeans, strolled down the sidewalk, walking to who knows where. With her Kate Spade heels tapping against the floor, her focus locked to the ground, where she could only see the sidewalk, and the tip of her heels. Blurry sights from the tears caused her to ignore the side pictures of the scenary, people scolding her slow walking.

Sighing softly for probably the millionth time, she glanced back, imagining stuf that she shouldn't see. "Jiyeon," she heard his voice, the only voice that would call her name in a soft gentle blow. "Jiyeon," she heard his again. Her body weakened as she quickly let a small scream under her breath. Gripping her purse, she quickened her pace, feeling as if she was being chase by the spirit of her okd boyfriend. "Stop it," she slightly smacked her head in anger, before her paced fastened every second. Her thoughts crammed into her mind, as her tears rushed down even faster.

Without fear, the girl yanked out the bottle of pills in her purse, clearly labeled "Pain Killers" in big words, on the bottle. Opening the cap, she poured an amount of around ten on her finger. "Move kid," an older male hissed, before shoving her aside. Jiyeon quickly stepped off the sidewalk, watching her bottle of pain killers casually rolling down towards the middle of the road. She stared at the bottle before her heart started pacing.

Her panting grew deeper, and her vision had gone blurry. It was as if she was running away from someone, she hated with her guts. It was like running away from death, except that she wasn't moving. She clenched the end of her sweater, as the people around her stared at the crazy girl, staring that the busy road, with herself right in front of the edge of the sidewalk. A sudden shock flew into herself, before Jiyeon pulled her body towards the cars. On que, she ran in front of an eighteen - wheeled truck, picking up her painkillers.

Beep Beep Beep

It called, but all that came into her was blur, and the gentle voice of her past boyfriend. "Jiyeon, Jiyeon," he called. The sounding of the cars slowed down, as the worlds did too. Her gaze turned towards the crowd hovered around the corner she was previously standing in, staring at Jiyeon in fright. Jiyeon left out a soft chuckle, before staring at the truck in front of her, slowly moving towards her. She wasnt mental .. she just had a fantastic imagination ー thats what they all say.