We'd make a lovely mess, together • yoonmin •

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" Park, don't come yelling at me if I leave you here alone." Yoongi shouts from the doorway. He had tied and untied his laces many a times just to kill time as he waits for Jimin to come out of that closed door.

They're supposed to be at the club right now, working hard to find any information on their target, not, spending their time inside the house getting ready.

" Why you always gotta be such a pain in the ass ?" Jimin retorting voice comes out simultaneously with the door opening. He comes out with a dramatic sigh.

The satin crop top sits prettily on his heavenly body, along with the high waisted glittery tight skinny jeans that hugged his thighs so well making them look much more fuller. The diamond jacket that he wore as an access made him look like an expensive chandelier himself. Dangling earrings, gold plated chains everything about him was so perfect.

His hands made their way upto the perfectly styled hair, pushing them out of his forehead.
" Jeez, you can stare later. Let's go for now." Knowingly, he flashes his curves a little more in front of Yoongi's eyes, trying to make the best out of having Yoongi's gaze on him.

" Who said I was s-staring ?" He denies, or atleast tried to, but failed miserably. Ending up stuttering when Jimin pushed out his hips a little more.
" Yeah. Let's go now." With a satisfied smirk on his face, Jimin walks out of the house. Letting Yoongi compose himself in the meantime.

The club wasn't that far away from the current place they were living in. It'll hardly take 15-20 minutes by foot but knowing them and their habit of being at each other's throat the whole time. It ended up being a long ride none the less.

" Are you going to a bookstore event dressed like that ?" Just when the atmosphere was easing a little between them, Jimin had to leave a comment on Yoongi's outfit. Eyeing him up and down with a disapproving look.

On being addressed for his outfit, Yoongi took a second to contemplate his look. A plain white shirt, a black formal Jean and a beige blazer. He looks fine. Yeah, it's more than fine.

"  I look good. Look at you. You look like a stripper dressed like that." He regrets just as the words come out of his mouth. They often say offensive comments to each other but maybe this time it went a little overboard.

Afraid that Jimin night take his comment to his heart, he contradicts his statement.
" I mean you look good, yeah."
His eyes scans Jimin's face for any kind of hurt or discomfort but fortunately he doesn't find anything like that.

" What did you expect ? I literally look good in anything." He pushes his hair back, giving Yoongi a wink. To which he earns a roll of eyes from the older.

" Talk about being narcissistic." He mutter under his breath. On inside, he's a little relived too.
" You said something ?" Even though he heard it just clear, he'd let it slide just for this once.
" I said we're here, let's go inside." He shrugs off the looks he was getting from Jimin and starts to walk even faster.

The moment they set foot into the damn club, Jimin was gone. Just as Yoongi's eyes went from Jimin to look at his surroundings he vanished into thin air. Like really into thin air, some Voodoo kinds shit.

The younger's party animal unleashed itself and took control over the sane Jimin.
" Jimin !" Yoongi called, trying to find his way through the heavy crowd. He kept on repeating 'excuse me' like a mantra, whenever he pushed someone aside.

It's a foreign country, foreign people, they're on a mission, and Jimin being lost here was probably the last thing he was wishing for. All these things make his having second thoughts on his decision of becoming a special agent. Maybe he was better off as a office worker.

The way Yoongi's screaming and pushing everyone just to find Jimin, it's certain he'd get taken out of the club before he can even find the younger. People are already looking at him with annoyed look.

" Par-"
His eyes almost oogle out when he spotted him.
Hands wrapped around someone's neck, his face half flushed, jacket on the verge of slipping from his shoulder. The other guy's hands were on his waist, lifting him a little higher than the ground level. Jimin have a beautiful smile plastered on his lips, with every beat, he sways his hips a little more seductively and get even closer into the stranger's arms.

There's no way Yoongi's going to watch this scene without doing anything.

" Jimin, what the fuck!" He grabs Jimin towards his side and pushes the other guy down.
The sudden pull made Jimin stumbles a little, he tries to regain his balance, stepping backwards that only led him to fall into Yoongi's chest.

" Who's this ?" The guy who was before having the time of his life with Jimin asks, giving Yoongi a side eye and hatred look.

Jimin detaches himself from Yoongi. Even after Yoongi having a tight grip on his wrist he was successful in managing to walking towards the other guy's side.

He locks his arms with him which made Yoongi even more furious. Don't misunderstand, he's not jealous, just a little angry. How can Jimin think about hooking up when he's on a mission ? How can someone be so unethical ?

" He's my ex." Jimin whispers in the guy's ear but it was loud enough that even Yoongi heard it.
" Oh I see." The guy laughs in amusement, looking at Yoongi with mocking eyes.
" Jimin, we need to talk." Jimin looks down at Yoongi's hand wrapped around his wrist, with a little jerk he was able to get rid of his hold.

" Sorry, man. He was yours but he's mine now. So, leave us alone." The tall guy gave him a sorry look, but he doesn't look like he was sorry even a bit. If anything he looked like he was the happiest man alive.

" Let's go baby." He squeezes Jimin's tiny waist with his strong hand and pulls him towards the opposite direction. Jimin doesn't even think twice before following that guy, not even sparing one last look at Yoongi.

Now, Yoongi is left there alone to wonder what the fuck just happened.