"That's Jung Ho-seok." Yoongi lowered his voice, turning so he had his back turned to the newcomers. It had been years since he'd last met Hobi, but he recognised him instantly anyway and there was plenty of reason to assume the same hold true in reverse. On the other hand, his hair was bleached, he was dressed more like some punk from the street than anyone with any power and now he put on his shades as well, so he might be able to get away with it.
Whatever. Yoongi loved taking risks right now, he had never been able to live like this before. He knew he was unlikely to ever get to live like this again. And they were in a club, what did he care that Hobi walked to the VIP section with his entourage, of course flanked by bodyguards and wearing clothes that probably cost more than the entire house they had their shitty room in? If anything, it was a thrill.
Which was why he ended up looking over there, watching one guy in particular who had started dancing. Park Jimin, if he remembered right. Someone had grown up very nice. "...he's hot. You see him?"
"Is he dangerous?" Namjoon turned his head to look at Jung Ho-seok and frowned, trying to keep up with everything. Well, duh. Idiot. He was probably dangerous, they were all dangerous. They were gangsters. Rolling his eyes, he turned his head to Yoongi and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, that one was obvious. My bad. I just assume anyone you talk to is dangerous these days."
Including the guy they got hotdogs from. When he paid him, he called Yoongi 'sir' and that just made him they had to have an in. Everyone had an in. The gangs were everywhere!
Apparently. Who knew?
"Which one? Who's hot?" There were a lot of hot guys here, okay? It was so hard to pick one out and Yoongi was wearing shades so how did he tell where he was looking. "There's so many guys."
"Did you hear yet?" Tae caught Jimin by the arm as soon as he entered the building, clearly excited. "There's been a shootout at one of the Min family's clubs. Everyone's trying to figure out what exactly happened, but we don't know yet. Definitely some bodies though."
This was the most exciting thing that had happened since he could remember. "There's rumours going around, some say the boss got done in." Which was insane to think about. "If he's gone, that's going to leave a real power vacuum, I don't know if they have any replacement that'd be accepted."
"Oh man, seriously? That's a big deal." Woah, a shoot out at a Min Family club? So what? If the boss was gone, did that mean that they had no rivals? Woah. Jimin smiled a little, unable to help himself. That was pretty damn cool. "So we'll be in charge entirely? Hobi-hyung must be so happy."
Well, he wasn't quite leader yet but, well, he stood to gain a lot. Him and his father. All of them did, really. Jimin gave Tae an amused look. "Do we know any details at all or just hearsay?"
Yoongi sat next to Namjoon, who was on the sofa in the club's office. He looked pretty good, considering the ordeal had been through, but Yoongi was still worried anyway. Namjoon hadn't... Well, he supposed he had signed up for this. Literally, ever since after the shootout when he'd taken a cue from the gang members and gone down on his knees to swear his life and loyalty to Yoongi. He still wasn't sure what to make of that, because he didn't know if Namjoon really knew what it meant.
They had talked about this part of his life for a long time now, but that was different from actually experiencing it. Yoongi was inspecting his guns, looking down at his hands. They had stopped shaking. Good. He had to be ready for tonight. There wasn't really any other option.
"You don't have to come out with me today, you know?" He looked up, frowning at his friend. He didn't want to reject him, he wanted to give him an out, now that he was no longer high on adrenaline. "You can still opt out, Namjoon. I mean it."
"Nah, I'm in. Like I said, I'm your friend, aren't I? Friends do dumb shit together. Like get wrecked at a club and hostile takeovers of gangs. That's just friendship." Namjoon grinned that same dorky grin as he studied the laptop and watched the CCTV around the club. Just making sure that no ambush was coming. He used his hand slowly, half his fingers were still damaged and he had to be wary of making it worse.
It had all been pretty insane and traumatic, he was not really into the whole mob thing but he could see how tense Yoongi was, he could see his nerves and he just knew he wouldn't go anywhere. He needed to be here for him. Besides, they technically started this together.
Time to end it together too. "I should come out with you. You hate every person on this earth besides me and that kid you like. If I'm not there to stop you, you may just shoot everyone. Including your own men. Just for the peace and quiet."
Tae had no idea what was wrong, just that something was wrong. For one thing, Jimin never called in sick. Not even when he was sick. For another, he had been out of sorts in a very different way than just being sick. And, lastly, he had been listening to what was clearly heartbreak music since he had left for work this morning, so when he returned and could still hear the music, the conclusion was obvious.
Something was wrong with Suga.
So Tae made tea, grabbed some cookies and a tub of ice cream and knocked the door to Jimin's room. "Jiminie! Let me in, I have cookies!"
Nothing good could happen, the cookie would taste delicious for one brief moment and then leave him, leave him like everything else did. God, he was so sad and alone. He buried his head into the pillow and tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest, the heartbreak was unreal. Every part of him hurt. Every last bit. Even his toes missed Yoongi!
"Everything is terrible in here, Tae. You don't want to come in." He wanted to brood and be sad in peace, listening to his trashy kpop. They got heartbreak, they knew his pain.
Yoongi stared down at his phone, a new one of course. A new one, but he hadn't resisted the temptation to transfer the data and every now and then, just for a few moments, he looked at screenshots of old conversations between him and Jimin, trying to recapture that feeling. Not a healthy habit, he was sure, but whatever. Holding on to happy memories was the only thing he could really do at this point.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, going back to looking at the papers before him and checking his watch. Namjoon was running a bit late, but he couldn't really blame him. Life was busy these days. He looked up when he heard some guys jeering and laughing at the other end of the mostly empty club. Not exactly what he needed around when he was trying to work, but his office wasn't ready yet and at least this place was well secured. Still, those idiots shouldn't be bothering him.
Yoongi got up and walked over there, looking at the group of young idiots. One of them had a brush, so he assumed that was the one who had actual reason to stand here. "Everyone who doesn't have a job to do, get out. Now."
The quickly muttered apologies and bowing was to be expected and Yoongi just waved his hand in dismissal. Whatever, people were always too noisy.
"Missed a spot, Kookie." One of the men took a swig of their drink and spat it up the wall, flecks of it hitting his face. He couldn't say anything to them, they were older and more respectable, his superiors. He gritted his teeth and fought against every urge in his body to smack the bastard in the fact for being so disrespectful. They called him all manner of offensive names as he cleaned it, proclaiming him a dog and a loser.
Jungkook was used to tuning them out. Good work meant good favour. If he worked hard, someone would eventually see it and appreciate his work. Then he'd move up. That was what his father had always taught him.
The door to the office opened and he winced, hoping no one was going to tell at him. The last boss did. A lot. He turned his head and -- shit, it really was Min Yoongi! He had heard, he hadn't been sure. He wanted so desperately to greet him like an old friend, as he had as a boy, but he knew things were different now.
So instead, Jungkook bowed several times and pulled out the brush again, turning around and scrubbing at the wall. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir!"
Hopefully one day Yoongi would remember him, maybe then someone would notice his potential.
"Where's the money, Ten? We've been real patient with you. Have you been ducking us?"
Ten shook his head, looking up with fear in his eyes. One of them had a very firm grip on his hair, almost yanking it out of it's roots. "No, I just -- I was meeting friends tonight and I was going to come straight to you, I swear!"
That earned him another hit, right to the stomach. He'd already taken a beating but now they wanted to talk, they'd eased up a little. Only a little. "You're such a little liar. Lie to me again and I'll pull all your teeth out, yeah? Maybe it'll make you better at sucking dick, hmm? That's what you're good for."
Not the first time Ten had heard that. He went limp in the hold and waited for them to drop him, landing on his knees and swaying a little. Oh boy, everything hurt a lot. He would have been more self pitying but he had a lot of work to do to save his own life here and he was not going to shy away from it. "I am. Very good at it. Lemme do it and you won't have to hurt me. I can work it off! I'm good."
Oh yeah, trying to cut a deal with back alley blowjobs outside a gangsters club. Not his first rodeo.
"Taking someone's teeth out in an alley is very unsavoury. Doubt you're licensed for it either." Hobi was just saying. He looked at them curiously, then down at Ten. Looked like he already had a sound beating and he looked young too. He didn't really feel like witnessing someone like that get tortured when he was just trying to have a fun night. "Did you even schedule a dentist appointment?"
Namjoon supposed it was a good thing he noticed first, he was able to get Yoongi to a table mostly out of sight, sit him down and get Jin to get them drinks before he decided full disclosure was the best route. Over there was Jimin and some guy, half way into dinner and talking away.
"Eh, Suga, your ex is here. Do you want to leave?" Damn. He was going to have to brief Jin in future, maybe he could deter them from coming in. Then again, was it worth risking Jin's life? Probably not.
"What are you talking about? None of my exes can afford coming into this pla--" Oh. Yoongi had turned his head and only seen the back of Jimin's head, but his heart still tightened in his chest so much that he felt like he couldn't breathe. Fuck. "Right. That ex."
The only actual ex, he supposed, because he couldn't exactly call any of the other messes relationships. Jimin though? Of course. It had been a long time and he was nowhere close to being over it. Jimin was too tied to everything he missed about being Suga. Jimin was too special. It didn't matter that he had tried to get rid of most everything reminding him of Jimin, Jimin was still who he dreamed of. It wasn't normal that he still woke up sometimes expecting Jimin to be next to him, but there he was. And there Jimin was. Sitting over there with someone else.
He realised that he hadn't said anything in a while, finally looking at Namjoon again. "Whatever. I don't care."
"See, I don't understand you. I told you I had a nice gift for you, I told you we would have a nice evening in, and you go and get into trouble. Why do you do that, Ten?"
Hobi shook his head regretfully, looking down at the boy that he'd tied to the pole in his penthouse that, honestly, he used for this purpose more often than not. Ten was on his knees, naked, his arms tied behind the pole at elbows and wrists and his legs in much the same way, ensuring that there was no way for him to get away or get out of the position.
He ran his fingers through Ten's hair, looking down at him. "Now. What did you do this time and are you going to pretend to be sorry?"
"I wanted a belt." Hobi took his last belt and Ten felt like he should have a belt. So he got a belt. And then he got yelled at because of all these dumb rules, he wasn't allowed to get anything himself? That sounded insane. "I didn't mean to, Hobi-hyung. I just wanted to keep my pants up. I can still be a good boy."
Whatever got him out of punishment this time. Hobi was creative, cruel and knew how to hurt him. He hated it.
"Tae set me up! I just got a belt, I didn't get an expensive one so he's lying. He's bad. He's the bad one." Oh yeah, when in doubt, throw someone else under the bus. Tae had caught him and obviously he told Hobi, what a dick. He knew it was him. Which is why he picked a fight with him at the club. "He provoked me."
"You look like the fall catalogue." Tae was just saying. Ten was dressed like he could jump right upon the runway. He looked him over, taking in the earrings and then just rolling his eyes. It wasn't usual for Hobi to spoil anyone like that, Ten must have hidden charms. Tae leaned back against the wall, taking a sip from his drink. "Looks good though."
He had to admit that. "I wish I had that much money to waste."
Not that he was exactly dressed shabby, but earrings like that were very much out of his price range.
"I finally cracked it. If I'm a good boy, he literally buys me things. Sometimes he takes me out and I get to pick it. So I let him do whatever and I'm very good and I get this." He knew it took a while but hey, he got there. All he had to do is let himself be tied in weird positions and places, test some boundaries, role play a little sometimes and he got very well rewarded. Especially if he kept on behaving. "I love Hobi-hyung!"
He really, truly did. He knocked back his drink and stood next to Tae, watching the people in the club curiously. It was neutral territory, no weapons aloud inside but a lot of people from different gangs came here to drink. Have fun. Get laid.
Yoongi stared out the window until he could see Jungkook approaching, belatedly thinking that he shouldn't have taken the boy along. He had never even killed anyone, this wasn't a mission for him. But here they were now, he didn't have any more time to waste.
"Get your seat belt on." Well, Jungkook was still his boy, he wasn't going to stop taking care of him no matter what. Still, he said nothing else as he started the car and headed back into traffic, glancing behind himself to ascertain that a second car was following them. He supposed he could still ditch Jungkook in the car if need be. "Keep Namjoon awake, Kookie. He seems to think his beauty sleep is more important than this."
"I don't, I worked a long shift. Eighteen hours! I'm tired, I'm sorry." He'd been up since 5am and gone to be way later than he'd planned. And then Yoongi woke him up. He rubbed at his eyes, waking himself up with cold air from the window. Jungkook did up his seatbelt and leaned forward, concern on his face.
"What exactly is happening? We're not... We're not going to start a war, right?"
"We don't know. Depends." Depends on if this is actually a thing or if Yoongi is just being jealous. He didn't wan to doubt his friend but honestly, he'd been like this before. "Depends on if we have to kill him or not."
By the time Jimin stirred, Yoongi had been up for a while. He might love sleeping, but he didn't really have much time for it these days, especially not when he might have a war on his hands very soon. Still, he couldn't bear to leave Jimin for even a moment and so he was still in bed next to him, texting and trying to stay on top of everything.
No sign of Cheon, which was not good, he still couldn't get through to anyone in the Jung family of any standing - they took their sleep schedule very seriously - and he had to figure out how to prepare his own people. But he saw Jimin blink his eyes open and forgot all about that, immediately bending over him with a smile.
"Morning."
Next to Jimin, Min Holly blinked at him too, looking very displeased at the interruption. He curled up closer to Jimin, ready to go back to sleep, clearly having already accepted that Jimin belonged here. Yoongi didn't disagree.
"I dunno." Jimin mumbled as he stretched a little and winced, his whole body throbbing tiredly and wanting him to not move. Which he didn't. Well, he pulled Min Holly closer and idly scratched behind his ear, such a good boy. It felt like waking up in an ideal world where it was just him and Yoongi, everything was working out great and he was happy. A perfect world.
But the bruises he felt and the night before were an ugly reminder that this was not perfect. Not how he wished it was.
"Do I have to get up?" That would determine if he felt better or not because he really didn't want to. "I don't want to go back. I can stay here. I'll be a good dog too. I love tummy rubs."
"For future reference, when someone threatens with war and that someone is Min Yoongi, it's okay to wake me!" Hobi rubbed his forehead, glaring halfheartedly at his staff, who were all trying to not look in his direction, so he finally eyes Ten as well. "That goes for you too."
He could not believe that he even had to specify that. He was still trying to get things straight, he already had a headache and the day had barely started. "Somebody get me coffee, how about that?"
He checked his phone, trying to figure out how he'd do this. "I need to reach Cheon. Tell Min Yoongi that, yes, we can meet today. Don't give him a time yet."
His secretary nodded and bowed and moved into the other room as quickly as she could.
"You said to not wake you up unless it was the end of the world... and it wasn't. It was just some guy. Whatever. Does it all matter?" He didn't want to talk about Cheon, deal with Cheon or think about him. And suddenly he had to. What if he turned up? What if he decided he wanted to work more closely with Hobi?
God, he couldn't stand the idea of getting close to Cheon again. Or having Hobi close to him.
"Why not just let Min Yoongi do what he wants? You don't even like that guy."
"What is this bullshit?!" Evidently, Cheon wasn't feeling patient and he'd just walked right in, even if he had been told to wait. No one could really stop him, given several members of his gangs were with him, clearly really to back him up. "You are either with us or against us. They took what's mine, from my place. They are threatening me, they've asked for my head. I've done nothing wrong."
Hobi looked as calm as he managed, rising to his feet and pulling Ten behind himself, just in case. He'd rather he wasn't in the room, but he wasn't sure how to manage that. "From what I've heard, you've hurt Jimin."
Cheon just scoffed. "He's a wimp. Whatever. Even if I did, I get to. I own him. Like you don't hurt your little whore there?" He indicated Ten. "Where's the difference?"
Ten ducked behind Hobi and gripped the back of his shirt, looking over his shoulder at Cheon. Oh no, he hated being scared! He hated stuff like this. Why did Cheon have to keep coming back into his life? Every time he got rid of him, he came back.
"I'm not a whore!" Ten voiced, just knowing he had to stand up for himself a little. "And he doesn't hurt me."
He did but in good ways. It wasn't pain, it was love. Punishment with a goal. Cheon just hurt him, that was the aim of his game. He probably tortured poor Jimin half out of his mind.
"Jiminie!" Tae ran across the hall, not really caring whether that was proper behaviour or not. Yoongi glanced at Jimin's face to gauge his reaction, then waved to his guards so they would just let Tae pass and Tae did as much, pulling Jimin into a tight hug. "I've missed you so much! I was so worried, are you very hurt?"
He looked at him with obvious concern, then glanced at Min Yoongi next to them and realised that he was breaching every protocol and potentially causing even more troubles, so he quickly stepped back and bowed his head, muttering an apology.
Jimin didn't care about protocol, he instantly launched forward and hugged Tae as tight as he could. God, he missed him so much. He knew that they had a protocol going on and they were likely at odds but he didn't care. He'd missed him so much. "TaeTae. I missed you. I'm so sorry. I'm not okay, I wanna be but I'm hurt and scared. Please be careful, please. I love you."
He might not have a chance to warn his friend and apologise for that could happen so he took that chance, then noticed that the Jung guards were coming over and jumped away from Tae like he burned, desperately wrapping an arm around Yoongi's arm to keep close to him. No one could take him if he was with Yoongi. He was safe.
"Think the boss wants you back in." Tae didn't really know, but Hobi had sent him outside and he didn't think Hobi should be alone right now. Honestly, he also didn't think that he should be alone right now, but there wasn't much to be done about that and so he had just sent a meme to Jungkook and continued to do what he could to pretend that this wasn't really happening, this wasn't really going to be so bad.
It was a bit like being tied to a train track, he supposed. He gave Tae the thumbs up and leaned against the wall, looking through his most recent gifs. Much easier to deal with.
"I assume it went horribly. Everything with Cheon always does." He shrugged his shoulders and slowly got to his feet, adjusting his shirt and partially tucking it in a little. When it was out of the way, it showed off his ass more. "By the way, I told Hobi about what I told you myself so I guess it's no longer a secret."
Told him on behalf of Tae but he didn't feel like telling him that. He was probably going to try and hug him or something. No thanks. "Just be careful, yeah? Cheon is a piece of work."
He'd been on his way as soon as he'd gotten that odd text. His heart was trapped in his chest as he drove there, stealing the car while the drive had a smoke and driving like a fucking lunatic to get there. He pulled up on the curb, inches from the wall, throwing the door open. "What the fuck happened?"
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Whatever. Yoongi loved taking risks right now, he had never been able to live like this before. He knew he was unlikely to ever get to live like this again. And they were in a club, what did he care that Hobi walked to the VIP section with his entourage, of course flanked by bodyguards and wearing clothes that probably cost more than the entire house they had their shitty room in? If anything, it was a thrill.
Which was why he ended up looking over there, watching one guy in particular who had started dancing. Park Jimin, if he remembered right. Someone had grown up very nice. "...he's hot. You see him?"
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Including the guy they got hotdogs from. When he paid him, he called Yoongi 'sir' and that just made him they had to have an in. Everyone had an in. The gangs were everywhere!
Apparently. Who knew?
"Which one? Who's hot?" There were a lot of hot guys here, okay? It was so hard to pick one out and Yoongi was wearing shades so how did he tell where he was looking. "There's so many guys."
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I'm glad you texted me!!!!
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This was the most exciting thing that had happened since he could remember. "There's rumours going around, some say the boss got done in." Which was insane to think about. "If he's gone, that's going to leave a real power vacuum, I don't know if they have any replacement that'd be accepted."
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Well, he wasn't quite leader yet but, well, he stood to gain a lot. Him and his father. All of them did, really. Jimin gave Tae an amused look. "Do we know any details at all or just hearsay?"
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They had talked about this part of his life for a long time now, but that was different from actually experiencing it. Yoongi was inspecting his guns, looking down at his hands. They had stopped shaking. Good. He had to be ready for tonight. There wasn't really any other option.
"You don't have to come out with me today, you know?" He looked up, frowning at his friend. He didn't want to reject him, he wanted to give him an out, now that he was no longer high on adrenaline. "You can still opt out, Namjoon. I mean it."
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It had all been pretty insane and traumatic, he was not really into the whole mob thing but he could see how tense Yoongi was, he could see his nerves and he just knew he wouldn't go anywhere. He needed to be here for him. Besides, they technically started this together.
Time to end it together too. "I should come out with you. You hate every person on this earth besides me and that kid you like. If I'm not there to stop you, you may just shoot everyone. Including your own men. Just for the peace and quiet."
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Something was wrong with Suga.
So Tae made tea, grabbed some cookies and a tub of ice cream and knocked the door to Jimin's room. "Jiminie! Let me in, I have cookies!"
Who could deny him like this?
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Nothing good could happen, the cookie would taste delicious for one brief moment and then leave him, leave him like everything else did. God, he was so sad and alone. He buried his head into the pillow and tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest, the heartbreak was unreal. Every part of him hurt. Every last bit. Even his toes missed Yoongi!
"Everything is terrible in here, Tae. You don't want to come in." He wanted to brood and be sad in peace, listening to his trashy kpop. They got heartbreak, they knew his pain.
Tae did not.
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He slipped the phone back into his pocket, going back to looking at the papers before him and checking his watch. Namjoon was running a bit late, but he couldn't really blame him. Life was busy these days. He looked up when he heard some guys jeering and laughing at the other end of the mostly empty club. Not exactly what he needed around when he was trying to work, but his office wasn't ready yet and at least this place was well secured. Still, those idiots shouldn't be bothering him.
Yoongi got up and walked over there, looking at the group of young idiots. One of them had a brush, so he assumed that was the one who had actual reason to stand here. "Everyone who doesn't have a job to do, get out. Now."
The quickly muttered apologies and bowing was to be expected and Yoongi just waved his hand in dismissal. Whatever, people were always too noisy.
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Jungkook was used to tuning them out. Good work meant good favour. If he worked hard, someone would eventually see it and appreciate his work. Then he'd move up. That was what his father had always taught him.
The door to the office opened and he winced, hoping no one was going to tell at him. The last boss did. A lot. He turned his head and -- shit, it really was Min Yoongi! He had heard, he hadn't been sure. He wanted so desperately to greet him like an old friend, as he had as a boy, but he knew things were different now.
So instead, Jungkook bowed several times and pulled out the brush again, turning around and scrubbing at the wall. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir!"
Hopefully one day Yoongi would remember him, maybe then someone would notice his potential.
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Ten shook his head, looking up with fear in his eyes. One of them had a very firm grip on his hair, almost yanking it out of it's roots. "No, I just -- I was meeting friends tonight and I was going to come straight to you, I swear!"
That earned him another hit, right to the stomach. He'd already taken a beating but now they wanted to talk, they'd eased up a little. Only a little. "You're such a little liar. Lie to me again and I'll pull all your teeth out, yeah? Maybe it'll make you better at sucking dick, hmm? That's what you're good for."
Not the first time Ten had heard that. He went limp in the hold and waited for them to drop him, landing on his knees and swaying a little. Oh boy, everything hurt a lot. He would have been more self pitying but he had a lot of work to do to save his own life here and he was not going to shy away from it. "I am. Very good at it. Lemme do it and you won't have to hurt me. I can work it off! I'm good."
Oh yeah, trying to cut a deal with back alley blowjobs outside a gangsters club. Not his first rodeo.
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Namjoon supposed it was a good thing he noticed first, he was able to get Yoongi to a table mostly out of sight, sit him down and get Jin to get them drinks before he decided full disclosure was the best route. Over there was Jimin and some guy, half way into dinner and talking away.
"Eh, Suga, your ex is here. Do you want to leave?" Damn. He was going to have to brief Jin in future, maybe he could deter them from coming in. Then again, was it worth risking Jin's life? Probably not.
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The only actual ex, he supposed, because he couldn't exactly call any of the other messes relationships. Jimin though? Of course. It had been a long time and he was nowhere close to being over it. Jimin was too tied to everything he missed about being Suga. Jimin was too special. It didn't matter that he had tried to get rid of most everything reminding him of Jimin, Jimin was still who he dreamed of. It wasn't normal that he still woke up sometimes expecting Jimin to be next to him, but there he was. And there Jimin was. Sitting over there with someone else.
He realised that he hadn't said anything in a while, finally looking at Namjoon again. "Whatever. I don't care."
He wanted to know who Jimin was with.
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You got a giant bouquet of flowers with a card that just reads 'Maybe I'm missing you'.
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probably suga
i dunno... throw it away?
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Hobi shook his head regretfully, looking down at the boy that he'd tied to the pole in his penthouse that, honestly, he used for this purpose more often than not. Ten was on his knees, naked, his arms tied behind the pole at elbows and wrists and his legs in much the same way, ensuring that there was no way for him to get away or get out of the position.
He ran his fingers through Ten's hair, looking down at him. "Now. What did you do this time and are you going to pretend to be sorry?"
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Whatever got him out of punishment this time. Hobi was creative, cruel and knew how to hurt him. He hated it.
"Tae set me up! I just got a belt, I didn't get an expensive one so he's lying. He's bad. He's the bad one." Oh yeah, when in doubt, throw someone else under the bus. Tae had caught him and obviously he told Hobi, what a dick. He knew it was him. Which is why he picked a fight with him at the club. "He provoked me."
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He had to admit that. "I wish I had that much money to waste."
Not that he was exactly dressed shabby, but earrings like that were very much out of his price range.
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He really, truly did. He knocked back his drink and stood next to Tae, watching the people in the club curiously. It was neutral territory, no weapons aloud inside but a lot of people from different gangs came here to drink. Have fun. Get laid.
"So, who are you fucking these days?"
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why?
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y?
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it's late, he's asleep, go away
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"Get your seat belt on." Well, Jungkook was still his boy, he wasn't going to stop taking care of him no matter what. Still, he said nothing else as he started the car and headed back into traffic, glancing behind himself to ascertain that a second car was following them. He supposed he could still ditch Jungkook in the car if need be. "Keep Namjoon awake, Kookie. He seems to think his beauty sleep is more important than this."
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"What exactly is happening? We're not... We're not going to start a war, right?"
"We don't know. Depends." Depends on if this is actually a thing or if Yoongi is just being jealous. He didn't wan to doubt his friend but honestly, he'd been like this before. "Depends on if we have to kill him or not."
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No sign of Cheon, which was not good, he still couldn't get through to anyone in the Jung family of any standing - they took their sleep schedule very seriously - and he had to figure out how to prepare his own people. But he saw Jimin blink his eyes open and forgot all about that, immediately bending over him with a smile.
"Morning."
Next to Jimin, Min Holly blinked at him too, looking very displeased at the interruption. He curled up closer to Jimin, ready to go back to sleep, clearly having already accepted that Jimin belonged here. Yoongi didn't disagree.
"Feeling a bit better?"
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But the bruises he felt and the night before were an ugly reminder that this was not perfect. Not how he wished it was.
"Do I have to get up?" That would determine if he felt better or not because he really didn't want to. "I don't want to go back. I can stay here. I'll be a good dog too. I love tummy rubs."
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He could not believe that he even had to specify that. He was still trying to get things straight, he already had a headache and the day had barely started. "Somebody get me coffee, how about that?"
He checked his phone, trying to figure out how he'd do this. "I need to reach Cheon. Tell Min Yoongi that, yes, we can meet today. Don't give him a time yet."
His secretary nodded and bowed and moved into the other room as quickly as she could.
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God, he couldn't stand the idea of getting close to Cheon again. Or having Hobi close to him.
"Why not just let Min Yoongi do what he wants? You don't even like that guy."
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Hobi looked as calm as he managed, rising to his feet and pulling Ten behind himself, just in case. He'd rather he wasn't in the room, but he wasn't sure how to manage that. "From what I've heard, you've hurt Jimin."
Cheon just scoffed. "He's a wimp. Whatever. Even if I did, I get to. I own him. Like you don't hurt your little whore there?" He indicated Ten. "Where's the difference?"
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"I'm not a whore!" Ten voiced, just knowing he had to stand up for himself a little. "And he doesn't hurt me."
He did but in good ways. It wasn't pain, it was love. Punishment with a goal. Cheon just hurt him, that was the aim of his game. He probably tortured poor Jimin half out of his mind.
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He looked at him with obvious concern, then glanced at Min Yoongi next to them and realised that he was breaching every protocol and potentially causing even more troubles, so he quickly stepped back and bowed his head, muttering an apology.
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He might not have a chance to warn his friend and apologise for that could happen so he took that chance, then noticed that the Jung guards were coming over and jumped away from Tae like he burned, desperately wrapping an arm around Yoongi's arm to keep close to him. No one could take him if he was with Yoongi. He was safe.
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It was a bit like being tied to a train track, he supposed. He gave Tae the thumbs up and leaned against the wall, looking through his most recent gifs. Much easier to deal with.
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Told him on behalf of Tae but he didn't feel like telling him that. He was probably going to try and hug him or something. No thanks. "Just be careful, yeah? Cheon is a piece of work."
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autocorrect????
Jinnie?
JIN? PICK UP
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im on my way there now, dont know details yet
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He'd been on his way as soon as he'd gotten that odd text. His heart was trapped in his chest as he drove there, stealing the car while the drive had a smoke and driving like a fucking lunatic to get there. He pulled up on the curb, inches from the wall, throwing the door open. "What the fuck happened?"
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tfw your boss might give you to a psycho to keep peace
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No, yoongi would never do that.
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