ENIGMA | JIMIN

?thirty-five?

The next few days were going to be rough and he knew this.

A lot was going to happen but while the holy trinity dealt with it he was going to focus on something particularly interesting, something he realized could help them at one point.

Yoongi's participation in all of this could raise some questions to some.

Why was he helping Jimi

Why was he tiring himself into making someone else's dreams come true, why wasn't he minding his own business like he knew how to do so well?

He had grown up on the streets of Seoul taking care of his sick mother and living under the roof of his grandmother who had taught him everything he knew, the mixture of different herbs, the use of different flowers and grains, the astral chart, everything she knew...

The solid base of magic he was standing on was thanks to her, though it didn't save his mother, Yoongi was still interested in evolving when it came down to magic.

His grandmother passed away two years after his mother and had passed down all her books to him. Once finished with high school with much financial difficulties he had no choice but to sit at home while his classmates went off to college.

Those magic books passed down from his grandmother to him were his form of education. He read them day and night, studied them, analyzed them, practiced the rituals, this went on for months and months. Cooped up in his grandmother's house he worked for nothing but himself until on a rainy afternoon he fell on the tale of the holy trinity.

It was a tale his grandmother used to tell him when he was younger, he'd listen, fascinated as he watched her mix herbs in the kitchen.

He had believed the holy trinity was simply used in Christianity and Catholic beliefs but he was wrong. It was beyond all of that.

Three men, three powerful energies, three different personalities from three different realms, it was written that they'd reunite every 100 years, not alone but led by a magician who helped them achieved what many believed to be the terrestrial day of judgment.

It took Yoongi a moment to really understand what all of that meant until the day he met Park Jimin.

*FLASHBACK*

Yoongi walks out of the only grocery store near his place and looks down into the white sachet to make sure he had everything he needed to make his meal.

"Ramen and cigarettes it is" he nods in approval at the cup of noodle in his bag and his new packet of cigarettes.

It had been a normal day, well normal in a sense where he was once again fired from his job as a waiter. His boss really just loved firing him and calling him in the next day to come back to work and today just like yesterday he had fired him.

It was honestly starting to be a game for that asshole, testing Yoongi's patience daily but Yoongi knew better than to react, no, he wasn't that stupid to make a scene.

Making scenes were for people who could afford permanently losing their jobs, people who had money and he was broke and needed a job so he simply cursed the fat bastard with diarrhea.

He couldn't wait to go to work the next day and see his boss's fat face, red from constipation.

He chuckles at the thought and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt over his dark hair as he walked on his way home, a lit cigarette between his lips.

He liked taking the long way home, going though the park just to watch the darkness swallow the once lively environment. It was usually deserted at that time of the night, children had gone home, and old men had packed their poker games and had returned to their respective homes. It was just the trees, the night breeze, the grass, the full moon and him.