Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Little to no words were exchanged and the doors slid open after a warm voice welcomed them to the lobby. The interior was exactly as it had been before, still as lavish and exuberant, making sure that everyone who looked in knew that only the wealthiest people could afford to live there. He had to give both Seokjin and Yoongi credit though, for although it was decked in the most expensive furniture one could buy, there was an artistic air about the place. They had done a fine job decorating the atrium of the apartment block they owned and the dancer would have dwelled on it further, but the three of them were already outside.

Heading over to the familiar vehicle, he paused in front of one of the back doors, reaching for the handle and waiting for the elder to unlock the car so he could get in.

"You can sit in the front if you want," Seokjin offered, keeping back slightly in case he infringed on the other's comfort.

"No, really, it's fine," Jimin commented, "You two probably have things you need to talk about."

Even though he received a nod of understanding, the ravenette saw the hesitance in the elder's hand when he opened the door to the passenger seat and he knew Seokjin hadn't forgotten the incident from before. Of course, that was why they were worried about him sitting in the back again. A flicker of shame settled inside him and he hastily looked away, opening his own door and climbing onto the lush leather seating. It seemed Taehyung hadn't forgotten either. However, he was much less subtle in his manner of addressing it and the dancer's reaction was equally as blunt.

Buckling up his seatbelt and pushing away the thoughts that sprang to his mind at the sensation of it tightening across his body, he didn't miss the sound of the latch popping up near the window. He knew that it indicated that the child lock had been activated and he sucked in an offended breath. Turning to the culprit, he caught the slender fingers dancing away from the switch and narrowed his eyes.

"Really?" he asked, with a quirked eyebrow and an unimpressed tone.

"What?" the brunette chided innocently, meeting his annoyed gaze in the rearview mirror, "We don't want to risk a repeat of last time, do we?"

"You know what, just to spite you, I might actually consider it," he huffed, childishly kicking the back of the other's seat.

Sticking his tongue out, he sunk down into the leather of his own seat. His mind was so distracted by his effort to appear irritated that he didn't wince as much when his folded arms brushed the strap holding him down.

"You two are ridiculous," Seokjin chortled, stifling a laugh behind his hand and directing his next words at his brother, "Since when did you have a sense of humour?"

"Since I stopped hanging around you so much."

Jimin was glad they were too caught up in their conversation to pay him any attention, for he had blushed profusely upon remembering the blonde was with them and was struggling to hide the evidence. Instead, he busied himself with staring out of the tinted window and watching the city streak past. The speed at which they were driving made it impossible for him to make out more than the occasional signpost. It didn't matter, though, and he continued the meaningless staring, trying to ignore the bubble of apprehension blossoming in his stomach. This wasn't going to be like last time, he told himself, Sunwoo was gone so he couldn't be there.

Time tended to pass in weird ways when one was nervously anticipating something and he definitely was. One minute, the car was streaking down a noisy street packed with people bustling to and fro and the next, they were pulling up the grand driveway of the Kim manor.

Without even having to look, he could tell both sets of eyes were glued to his reflection in the small rectangular mirror, waiting to see how he reacted. The dancer swallowed the bundle of nerves that were stealthily climbing up his throat, pleading that he stay in the safety of the vehicle, and with false confidence, drew back his shoulders. He was determined not to let his anxiety show, although that was proving much more than difficult, seeing as it was practically eating away at him and consuming every last rational thought in his mind.