Midnight Blues

You Owe Me!

Jimin and his father stood in one of the VIP rooms of the club. Sung Ho eyed his son with dark eyes. He was pissed and Jimin was sure it was because he had not been at home to do the dirty work for his father. 

"It's been almost a week and you haven't been seen around the mansion. Where the hell have you been?" Sung Ho said slowly but his tone gave a dangerous feel. Jimin glanced up to see that his father's fangs were creeping out of his mouth. Shit, he was more than mad. Jimin cleared his throat then held his head high to look his father in the eyes. 

"I needed some time away. Things were becoming to much for me." Their eyes stared into each other's as Jimin tried to hide the fear he was feeling creep up inside him. Sung Ho rolled his eyes then snatched Jimin up by his shirt in a blink of an eye. His forehead lightly touched his son's as glared daggers into the man.

"You've lost us all a lot of money, you brat! You owe me!" He shoved Jimin back, causing him to trip backwards onto the floor. "I-I'm sorry..." Jimin's was shaky and he hated it. His fangs were now showing because he was angry and felt he may need to protect himself. Sung Ho stepped closer to him, kneeling down to look at him closer.

"My men will be here this weekend looking for your services, so don't fuck it up. Do you understand?" Jimin felt tears run down his cheeks as he gritted his teeth in anger. 

"Why can't you hire a fucking prostitute! I'm your son! Why're you having me do this and what the hell do you need money for?! We're royals!" Sung Ho's eyes widened as he swung his hand towards face for a hard slap. However, Jimin had moved from the spot and was now standing behind him, panting. Jimin was so angry. He wanted to kill this man and just be done with it all but he couldn't.

Sung Ho began chuckling as he stood back up then turned to face Jimin. "Yes, we are royals but you know what has happened to the Parks, Jimin? You're whore of a mother stained us by fucking around with a human behind my back and the Counsel knew about it! They haven't supported us since my "sweet" wife died!" He was almost spitting the words out at Jimin and could care less about the shock  on his face. 

Jimin had just found out about Voss but he didn't know they were no longer supported my the Counsel. They had money that could last many years but it would run out at some point. That's why his father is making these types of business deals. He eyed his father's angry face. Did he really hate his mother, now? Is that why he is having Jimin do his dirty work?

"D-dad...I'm sure mother still..."

"You're mother shitted on both of us and this is the last time I am speaking about her ass! Be ready this weekend" Sung Ho said in an eerie calm voice before leaving the room. 

Jimin stood still stuck in shock. What the hell was his life coming to? Days like this he wished he wasn't a vampire because then it wouldn't be so hard to kill himself. At that moment, he felt the ball in his back pocket, so he pulled out the bottle of pills he carried around with him. Without too much hesitation, he swallowed three. He would take it easy, for now, since he was out in public. 

After waiting for his fangs to draw back in, he left the room and tried to hurry out the front door.

"Mr. Park!" 

He paused, closing his eyes to try to push back any uncomfort from his face. "Yes, Mr. Jeon?" He said as he turned around and flashed a sweet smile at the tall purple haired man. Images of him shirtless flashed in his mind but he kept his face in a smile.

"Hey, um, sorry to bother you. I wanted to invite you out to a day drink. You seemed a little down in the meeting. Thought you could use it." Jungkook gave a nervous laugh as he spoke. His eyes were on the floor for a quick second before he looked at Jimin face and they just looked at each other. 

Jimin wondered if this man could somehow read minds. He hoped not, or he'd probably be walking into his death. Would he be mad about it? No, not anymore. "Sure, I'd appreciate it. Thank you, Jungkook."

He noticed the smile that graced Jungkook's face. "You know, you can just call me Jungkook when we speak. I hate the formal stuff." He smirked then opened the door for Jimin. They both walked out of the club to a small restaurant across the street.

Jimin was beginning to feel a little foggy as he and Jungkook talked and drunk shot after shot. He didn't mind because it was helping him let go of the stress his father caused him earlier. He and Jungkook talked about everything, it seemed. The man was so enthusiastic about some things and was very good at conversation. Every now and then Jimin would allow himself to breath so that he could get a wiff of Jungkook's scent. He smelled so sweet and intoxicating that he had to make sure he didn't sniff too much. This man was handsome and smelled delicious, but he was so dangerous for Jimin. 

Jungkook paused what he was saying once he noticed the spaced out expression on Jimin's face. The boy was looking at him but it looked as if he was discovering a new species as he head tilted a bit as he stared at him.

"Jimin? Is something on my face?" The man didn't say anything, so Jungkook began to shake him a bit by the arm. He eyes blinked a few times before he seemed to have come back, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was a little lost in my thoughts." Jimin giggled before standing from his seat. He was feeling a little too good and thought he should leave before he lost his self control. 

Jungkook hopped out of his seat, as well. "Do you want me to take you home? You seem a little out of it. I really don't mind it." Jungkook's hand was resting on the small of Jimin's back. He thought the man was going to fall when he stood out of his seat. Jimin smirked, "You're not really this nice, Jeon. Just say that you want my body and I may let you have it." 

Jungkook wasn't expecting that so there was a pause before he decided to speak, "I-I wasn't thinking like that when I offered you a ride, but I won't turn you down if that's what you want. I'm a gentlemen most of the time, Park." There was a smirk on his face now and Jimin wanted to touch it. So he did. His smaller fingers touched the corners of Jungkook's mouth then lightly slid across them before his wrist was grabbed to stop them. 

He met Jungkook's eyes. They seemed a little darker as the man's face looked more serious. "Let me take you home." His voice was lower and Jimin felt it in his spine, because there was definitely another meaning to that statement. 

He stepped back to fix himself as he ran a hand through his hair and wiped down his shirt. He turned around to leave the restaurant. When he reached the door, he turned around to look back at Jungkook, who was closer behind him than he expected, "I'd love for you to take me home." 

The smirk on the smaller man's lips made Jungkook feel things that coursed their way from his ears to his pants. He pressed himself closer on the man's back side as he reached over him and pushed the door open  for them to walk out.