Jimin was the sole heir to the throne of Korea. A big job with bigger responsibilities. He hated it, but he enjoyed its perks, the money, the women, the looks.

He snuck out at night, out of the palace, he wanted a normal life, he wanted to be normal.

He was never allowed to fully be a child, to experience the things a normal person would, Jimin was lonely.

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This night he snuck out, just like every other. He was about to return back out of boredom when he saw you, leaning against a bike, on your phone smoking. He was intrigued. Jimin knew smoking was bad for a person, yet they still did it. He always wondered why normal people would hurt themselves just for a taste of life.

You walked into a bar, he followed. He sat down right next to you, watching as you ordered a drink, pulling his hood down to cover his face, he couldn't let anyone recognize him, not now.

You looked at him, Jimin stared as he just blabbed out words)

"You're so pretty, you look like the feeling of a hug from my favorite person." He realized what he said, covering his mouth almost instantly, pulling his hood down even more.