Let Me Love You | JinMin

chapter 6

Hi my loves 💜💜

-cherrybear- don't feel bad anymore ♥️

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Even though Jimin knew that there was no way Seokjin would stay home for two days in a row, deep down he still hoped for it. Even just a small chance of it happening.

He also understood that just because Seokjin stayed home one night didn't mean an end to his fears. The older was going to keep doing what he did as long as he needed money.

Jimin always thought that maybe if he made a lot of money, he'd be able to convince Seokjin to quit his line of work. He'd be able to support him and his family included. Then, he would finally tell the older how he felt. He didn't do it yet because he knew he wasn't worthy and he didn't have the guts to face the inevitable rejection.

The quietness of the apartment just proved Jimin's suspicion. Seokjin had already left for his rounds. Now Jimin wished he had accepted Yoongi's invitation to grab a few drinks. Like a fool, he had declined, hoping Seokjin might stay in once again.

Now the only thing left to do was to pretend to watch TV and let his mind run wild concerning the possible things Seokjin was doing wherever he was. At least some beers would have been able to numb the pain in his heart for a single night.

He found himself warming up the left over food from that morning before carrying it to the living room with him.

He ate the food as he tried to watch the movie that played on the TV. He wasn't much of a tv person. He rather preferred music.

The food may have been prepared the previous night, but it still tasted good at least. He set the dish on the small table before throwing his head back. It body felt a little sore, but it was no surprise if you danced for a living.

Slowly the surroundings started fading from his senses as he dozed off, all the bad thoughts leaving his head. But it wasn't before long the ringing of his phone startled him, bringing back to reality.

He frowned wondering who was calling as he checked the caller ID. It was Seokjin. He wondered if there was a problem because Seokjin never called when he was out.

"Seokjin?" Jimin answered.

"Jimin." Was he crying? "Can you pick me up?"

"Why are you crying?" Jimin's pulse was already escalating at the thought of something upsetting the older, "Did something happen?"

"Please come and get me. I'll explain later."

"Okay. Where are you?"

"I'm at this place called Bottoms Up." Jimin wondered what kind of place had a name like that, "I'll text you the address."

"Alright. I'm starting off right now."

"Please hurry." Seokjin said before hanging up.

It didn't take long before Jimin received Seokjin's text. Luckily, the older always left his car home so Jimin would get to wherever he was quickly.

Bottoms Up turned out to be some sort of brothel and of course, Jimin should have known. Where else would Seokjin be?

Jimin didn't like being in a place like that. He needed to find Seokjin as quickly as possible so that they could leave.

"Do you need help sweetheart?" A petit woman, wearing heavy make up, placed her equally petit hand on his chest. He knew she was flirting but answered her question with a question of his own.