Min Yoongi Oneshots

Jade

POTENTIAL TRIGGER: GUN, HARASSMENT

You stood at the bar of the VIP club, your classy attire catching eyes that belonged to undoubtedly unsavoury characters. Those eyes belonged to men that were dressed in very clean cut and polished clothes so that could only mean they were very well off. But everyone knew, the more expensive the joint, the more dirty the business. Ignoring the unwanted but common stares, you sipped from your glass of cider, the fruity taste and bitter undertone covering your tongue, while you smoothed down the fabric of the floor length black jumpsuit you were wearing with your free hand.

They were late, you thought as the condensation from your glass seeped over the calluses of your fingers. Right now, you were waiting for a certain group of men in order for an exchange between them and your boss, a very secret and important exchange, to take place. You had been given one of their names, and now you just had to wait.

You lifted your gaze to the entrance, sensing movement, sure enough, three suited men walked in, one holding a small briefcase. Bingo. One of the three, who must have more authority, led them to the bar and leaned on the polished black marble countertop beside you. Taking one last sip of your drink, you placed the glass down and turned towards the man, eyeing him with stern eyes.

"Woosik," you greeted courteously, he nodded.

"I’ve just picked up Jade," he started, returning my stern glare, "would you like to see her?"

You smirked, eyeing the small briefcase, then spoke. "Of course."

Gesturing for them to follow and signalling a colleague to follow after too, you lead them to the back of the club, towards the room where they’d planned to meet your boss. On the way, you felt a hand grab your bum, instantly filling your very being with disgust. There was no denying that you looked absolutely ravishing, but you were not theirs to touch. Reaching towards the gun in your colleague’s holster, you swiftly pivoted on your feet, the barrel of the gun pointing at the culprit’s forehead. If it wasn’t for the prospect of possibly being shot on the spot, there wouldn’t have been a single sign of regret on his face. This wasn’t going to go down well with him.

"Please forgive the actions of my acquaintance," Woosik’s stance was rigid as he hurriedly spoke, either because he was impatient, or he didn’t like the kind of attention this little hitch had surely drawn.

"You’re speaking for him?" you spoke with a raised brow. "I don’t think you’d want to see my boss after this," you observed his breathing falter and his eyes twitch, the tension was deafening, "but he’s waiting."

Lowering the gun, you continued on your way with a certain stride that said you had already won an unknown battle—they’d know of it shortly.

-

Standing outside a wide pair of dark wooden doors, the corridor they were situated in empty of chatter and music, you pressed a buzzer, the automatic click of the lock giving the ‘ok’ to enter. The inside was what would be expected of an expensive but dirty business, as if it was something out of an old Italian movie. Burgundy padded leather seats sat almost centre in the room surrounding a round polished black marble table, within the circle of the leather couches was a revolving seat with a wide back that was currently turned away from the party you had brought in, a mop of black hair peeking over the top. The dark hair belonged to none other than your boss, and while slight tension masked Woosik’s and his company’s faces, you were severely calm.

"Please have a seat," you waved your hand at them before walking round the leather furniture.

Woosik’s eyes narrowed as he watched you bend down to the black haired man and whisper something in his ear. The man in question finally spins round in his seat, and Woosik swears his heart dropped to his stomach, for the seat blocked the view of a small set of screens which displayed live CCTV of the club, no doubt exposing his colleague's poor behaviour. You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed where his gaze landed.