Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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TW// sexual assault

In the minute that passed prior to the door opening, the elder fastened a hand on Jimin's lower back. The pressure from his grip was a clear indication of who held the power here and a reminder of what was at stake, not that he needed prompting. His only reassurance was the feeling of the cold metal pressed against his calf, the phone tucked away from prying eyes. It probably wouldn't be much use, but it helped all the same.

Bright light spilled into the night air and they were ushered inside by a lean man with a clean-shaven face. From the way Sunwoo greeted him, the ravenette gathered that this was his business partner.

The other didn't look like the type of person who bathed in a pool of luxury with his creased shirt and slightly worn slacks, but Jimin knew just how deceiving looks could be. His point was proven when Ruiji lifted his hand to clasp onto his friend's arm and he noticed several decadent rings donning his fingers, as well as a Vacheron Constantin watch strapped to his wrist. They were the true marks of someone who held a lot of money and knew how to spend it. Those people were even more dangerous than the type that splashed their wealth on anything they could lay their hands on.

It took him a moment to realise the room had fallen silent; both pairs of eyes were fixed on him, one narrowed and the other expectant. What had he missed?

"I apologise for his rude behaviour, it appears Angel didn't hear you," Sunwoo stated, not quite masking the anger bubbling in his throat, "Mr Wang instructed you to head upstairs, Jackson is expecting you and it wouldn't do to keep him waiting now, would it?"

Gulping at the harshness of his tone, the younger shook his head meekly, ignoring the quiver in his legs. He turned away and started towards the stairs, steadying his pace and trying to relax his hips into their normal strut. He really needed to get a hold of himself, he snapped inwardly, this wasn't the time to start panicking. A door opened behind him and Jimin glanced back to find that the other two were heading into an office of sorts. He tore his gaze away from them, coming to a stop when he reached the top step.

The corridor was lined with locked doors and he was about to turn and ask for further directions when he realised that no one was there to help him. He had no idea which room he was supposed to walk into. They all looked the same and no one had mentioned which one the ravenette was actually meant to go to. Did they seriously expect him to know where he was heading or else that he would try each one in turn? If so, they were wrong on both accounts, for he knew it would be unwise to go knocking on a closed door with no knowledge of what was behind it, past experiences had taught him that much.

Just as the panicked thought crossed his mind, the one down at the very end of the hallway opened. Tinted lighting filled the space beyond, turning the figure who stood there into nothing more than a silhouette. Great, he was going to have to be much closer if he wanted to see him properly.

With false confidence, the dancer waltzed down towards him, thankful that the dim lighting hid all of the visible signs of fear he was feeling. He paused several inches in front of the doorframe with an alluring smile plastered on his face. It wouldn't do to disappoint anyone by showing up wearing a frown. A gaze much like the man's downstairs scanned his body, taking in every part of his exposed skin that was framed by the leather bands, and a low whistle rang out.

"Mr Kim wasn't lying when he told us about you, we all thought he must've been messing with us, but clearly he knows what he's talking about. I'm Jackson," he slurred, the faint scent of alcohol already tangible on his lips, "Although, I'm sure you knew that, Angel."

He cocked his eyebrow, stepping aside to invite Jimin inside, making it seem like he had a choice in the matter. Two clumsy hands snaked around his slim waist when he crossed into the room, drawing him back into a broad chest and dancing across the supple skin of his hips. The door snapped shut and he felt the touch wander down to rest at the hem of his shorts, teasing the tight leather. Heavy breaths fanned down his neck, making the dancer shrink in his hold.