Jimin is 20 years old, he is the son of a rich businessman who is already on his third wife. Said wife is more that 20 years younger than his father and less than 15 years older than him.
She's hot and experienced and even though Jimin can get women...
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"He had his hood on over his black cup, which had a tiny white skull at the end. He was also wearing a black mask..."
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Jem knew exactly where she was heading. She had two places to look at and she was dead sure she would find Jimin in one of them. One was Wonho's pit, well, it wasn't really a pit but she couldn't call that old warehouse a working place. It was where he received the merchandise and where he had his so-called "meetings". They weren't really meetings for work or anything of the sort. They just gathered in that wherehous to discuss further "businesses" or to drink, smoke or do drugs.
The other place was the nightclub that was only blocks away from the house and was the one Jimin went to more often when he used to live his life intoxicated.
When Jem started to suspect who the people Jimin was hanging out with were, her whole world had gone dark. She couldn't sleep at night or work during the day. All she could think was how much damage Jimin was incurring into his body and mind. He wouldn't talk to her anymore, he would scream at his father whenever he had the opportunity and that also was when he started having sex with his stepmother.
Luckily it all ended, or at least part of it ended when Jimin got hospitalised. Jem had been so worried that she had lashed out at him all the anguish she had bottled up the past few months. That argument had been a turning point for Jimin. He decided from then on to clean his system from any type of damaging substance, including alcohol and nicotine. Therefore he had stopped going to that damned nightclub so often and had also stopped meeting with his so-called friends at that stinky warehouse. But even though Jem was too happy with that change she thought there were still things that could be improved. Like Jimin fucking his stepmother or Jimin being friends with Wonho at all.
Jem still remembered the times when Jimin was a cute little boy who had the best friends ever and would laugh and smile 90% of the day. She doubted he still had it in him, though. Some part of her had hoped the new bunny boy would maybe bring that Jimin back to her but after all the fights they underwent, her hopes had diminished considerably.
She sighed rounding the last corner before finally seeing the nightclub at the end of the block. If she didn't find him there she would go to Wonho's... Jem dearly hoped she wouldn't have to resort to that. She and Wonho... weren't on the best of terms...
Going inside she felt her breath being sucked from her lungs. The place was too hot and loud for her. She wasn't used to those kinds of places and hated human contact whenever it was provoked by strangers. Jem looked at the bar on her right. The barman was giving her the look. That look that says that he knows exactly who you are. He knows you do not belong there and by the smirk on his lips he also knows he's not going to make it easy for you. Brushing her thoughts out of her mind by shaking her head she went deeper inside the club.
Taking a look around the whole place Jem wondered if she was too late. Had perhaps Jimin already passed out? Had his so-called friends been human enough to take care of him? Could Jimin be lying at the moment, unconscious at some random bench in the middle of the streets? Her soul left her body while thinking the worst, when she saw him. But he wasn't the one she was looking for, he was... Wow. It had been so long...
