Heartless

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Yoongi knows why he's here. He knows exactly why he's drinking at a shitty bar downtown even when he's got plenty where he and his brother are holed up. There's a speakeasy just below. A sacred place that he and Runa used to frequently occupy when they were silly teenagers and could get away with it because of who they were.

The many times they'd go into one of the rooms, sloppy in their movements as they fell onto the bed and held each other for the night. Memories were what he lived on now. Better times when this thing in his chest was somewhat tame and he could touch her when he wanted. She always wanted it too. It was their escape. A way to make their shitty lives feel worth living from passing ecstasy.

When he stared at the polaroid between his two fingers, his eyes were glossed over. The bartender silently refilled the man's drink, seeing as how he's been a patron for years. He's a man anyone would recognize and they were all smart enough to keep their mouths shut and not so much as brush against his shoulder. He was unpredictable yet changed. He wasn't like he was before.

Things weren't enjoyable like they used to be. His thumb rubs passingly across her wide grin, a body in the background of their selfie. Shit, he can't even remember the last time he used his camera. Somewhere buried in all of his stuff. A forgotten relic. He stuffs the picture back into his suit jacket and tosses back the whiskey in his mouth, not so much as even grimacing from the bitter taste before he's walking out the back door.

It rained hours ago and it always makes the city smell even more foul than it already does. There's so much noise now that he's outside, moonlight pouring in through the cracks of where he's standing between old buildings. Wet. Everything is wet. The trash, the scampering rats, and a few drizzles now coat his hair that don't fully absorb due to the bleaching damage.

Yoongi turns left to leave the alley but sees something move. Out of reflex, his hand is on his gun and he's watching carefully as a figure moves from out of the shadows, the light from the sky catching on silver hair like glitter dust.

"Can I help you?"

The man stands to where he's visible, his features hidden from Yoongi's sight until the Min brother moves down the steps leading out from the bar to stand face to face with the stranger. His face flashes in recognition and his hand falls from his gun, although his eyes remain skeptical as to why exactly he's seeing him here in a place like this.

"Jimin."

"Runa wanted me to find you. She wants to talk."

Her ex shivers from the cold, buttoning his jacket while her brother watches every move observantly. It's a weird place to do this but Yoongi doesn't think much of it, knowing he had ways of finding people. He found his sister after all.

"No hard feelings then?" He sniffed.

"No hard feelings. Business got messy is all."

The tatted male grins. "She talked to you then?"

"Of course she did. She's my sister."

Yoongi lifts a hand up. "Yeah yeah. I just didn't expect you to agree so quickly."

Her brother shrugs. "I've got things to lose. Figured we can all be mature and move forward."

Her ex laughs mirthlessly. "How big of you. Why does she want to meet."

Jimin raises a brow and scans him from the tips of his shoes to the top of his white head. "I think you know why."

He gives in rather quickly. He didn't feel like there was any reason to fight or question him. After all, he trusted that Runa knew what she was doing. She was on their side now. They were a team.