Jimin nervously waited in line for his first scan ever. The scan he was going to be going through was to see if he still had the chip injected into his arm. The small delicate chip that's injected in your left wrist at birth. If you don't have it while you go through the scan then you're automatically dead on the spot. It was a scan that happened only once a month. If you didn't show up then you get time taken away. Sadly Jimin was only gonna have to do two of these scans.
"Are you okay?" A blond headed boy asked as he stood in line behind Jimin.
"Uhm... sure," Jimin shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't too sure on what to say. He thought it was a bit odd that a stranger decided to ask that question, there weren't too many nice people left in this country.
"I'm Yoongi," The blond haired boy said moving next to Jimin's side, so they could have a better conversation. "Is it your first time doing this?" Jimin nodded his head and blushed, feeling flustered about being near such an extremely attractive stranger.
"Don't worry, they're not gonna kill you... unless you don't have a time?" Yoongi stared at Jimin, trying to figure out why he was freaking out about such a simple thing.
"I do," Jimin looked at Yoongi.
"I don't," Yoongi said blankly, he wasn't too sure why he would admit that to Jimin but he did.
Jimin's eyes widened, "What? They're gonna kill you," Jimin whisper-shouted at Yoongi, he couldn't believe that this guy was actually risking his life.
"Shut it," Yoongi hissed, he didn't need to be caught.
"Let me see your wrist," Jimin said staring at Yoongi's left wrist which was covered by his clothing. With a loud sighed Yoongi pulled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist, he gave Jimin a good glance of his marked skin.
71:08:04:20:19:12
Jimin gasped loudly seeing all the time Yoongi had left to live, he felt jealous that Yoongi was going to be able to stay and take his time with his life. The time on Yoongi's wrist wasn't exactly real though, it was a fake time just so he could make it through the scanning process.
"I thought you didn't have a time," Jimin mumbled thinking Yoongi was just saying that so he could show off how much time he had left, sadly people loved to do that.
"I don't," Yoongi rolled his eyes, he thought Jimin would have known more about fake time.
Jimin raised his eyebrows as he ran his cold finger across Yoongi's wrist, over the numbers. "They seem so real,"
Yoongi sighed once more, "My mom is wealthy, she paid someone to remove my chip and rewire it, I have the same time every day." Yoongi was going to die when he was actually meant to die, not by the government standards.
"Don't they track down how much time you have each time?" Jimin asked watching Yoongi pull his sleeve back down.
"Why would they do that?" Yoongi asked stepping along with the line. "They don't care if people steal your time,"
Jimin looked down at the ground with a slight frown, he thought about some memories that he really did not want to think about at this moment, he then looked back up at Yoongi.
Yoongi was lucky he had a wealthy family, they had the money to do that type of stuff to keep you safe. While the people who lived in poverty had to take the whole chip out themselves and live in the shadows of the world not wanting to be found and killed. Either way, it was more likely you were going to die from the blood loss when you remove the chip. If that wasn't the case then you'd die from hunger or even the flu. But some were lucky, they could survive on their own. Once the chip stops working it's assumed you're dead and when that happens you can't show your face anywhere in fear of being caught. You can't buy anything because you need to scan your arm at the register to make sure you're not breaking the laws.
"What about you? How much time do you have left?" Yoongi asked a bit curious. Jimin pulled his sleeve up, he frowned seeing that he had even less time to live, a day had already past since his birthday.
"Oh gosh, when was your birthday..?" Yoongi asked with a frown as he stared at Jimin's wrist, watching the seconds tick down.
"Yesterday," Jimin sighed.
"I wish I could help you... but my mom doesn't like people like you." Yoongi trailed off quietly, realizing what he said was quite rude.
"People like me?" Jimin asked as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "I don't understand,"
"She doesn't like poor people, she thinks they deserve to die." Yoongi didn't really like that side of his mother or anyone for that matter. Luckily he was the opposite of her and wanted to help everyone he could.
"How could you tell I was poor?" Jimin asked getting closer and closer to the front of the line.
"Well, they usually give poor people less time to live... Also, by how you dress," Yoongi mumbled, he felt bad, he didn't want to say it because he knew it wasn't right. "Oh," Jimin said, he didn't want to continue talking about this stuff so he turned his face away from Yoongi hoping he'll be left alone.
"I'll still try and help you, though," Yoongi told Jimin. "By the way, I never got your name?"
The person in front of Jimin moved, leaving him to go next. "Why should you know my name, if I'll be gone soon, anyway," Jimin knew Yoongi wasn't going to help him, there was no point in trying. Before Yoongi could get a word out the guard called for the next person in line. Jimin moved forward and held his wrist out. The guard slowly scanned over Jimin's wrist then told him to move along after it beeped, signaling Jimin was cleared.
Jimin let out a breath and looked at all the people around him, he could steal someone's time. But he wasn't going to do that, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life. He peeked over his shoulder and saw that Yoongi had made his way past the guard perfectly fine.
Yoongi walked over to Jimin with a quick pace, not wanting to lose the younger boy in the crowd. "What's your name?"
Jimin sighed quietly and looked over at Yoongi. "Jimin,"
"Well, Jimin, I'd like to see you again, probably tomorrow," Yoongi started. "Sound good? We'll meet here, at noon."
"Okay..." Jimin slowly turned on his heel and began to walk away towards his home, feeling even more bummed about his life he couldn't believe this was a reality.
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