Lord Of Seoul (on hold)

Chp 6

The wind ruffled his hair almost beckoning him. The cityscape bright and tempting below him. Seoul was studded with bright lights like the starry night sky. As if the world wanted to be one with him. As if the sky wanted him to fly among the clouds. His hold on the railing tightened, goosebumps raising all over him. He was cold. He was tempted. He wanted to fling himself over the edge and be free; for once. He had imagined it all, in proper sequence. How he will spread his arms wide, close his eyes and let himself fall. Let the wind embrace him and carry him through time. He had nothing more to desire. Except,

"Yoongi." The purpose of his every waking moment called his name ever so softly. The axis on which his reality balanced. His eyes opened then; when did he close his eyes? He had no idea.

"You'll get cold love." Jimin said as he came to stand exactly behind Yoongi. He felt Jimin wrap a shawl around his shoulders. The softness made him realise it was his favourite shawl from Kashmir. The holiday he had been forced to go to but had enjoyed it nonetheless. Enjoyed because of this one person who had turned into the sun.

"It isn't that cold."  Yoongi said. But he let go off the cold metal to hold the shawl in place. He was in a plain white shirt and thin trousers; he had been freezing.

"What are you doing outside, my love? Are you feeling unwell?" Jimin asked. Yoongi was filled with warmth from head to toe yet again. Although Jimin worried about him, he knew the source of this worry was love. He secretly loved being called love. These lovely endearments that left Jimin's mouth made him feel things he thought himself unable to feel. Yet, every time Jimin spoke to him, his heart filled with love and soul with reassurance.

There's someone for me. There will always be someone for me.

"Is Felix handled?" Yoongi asked instead of answering Jimin's questions. Inside, their apartment was lit with warm yellow light. Their dinner getting cold on the dining table.

"He's been moved to another club. You needn't worry anymore about him." Jimin answered coming closer. He placed his hands on the railing on either side of Yoongi, caging him. His subtle attempt at a back-hug Yoongi assumed.

"And Christopher Bang?"

"Taken care of." Jimin said. "You shouldn't have gotten yourself involved Yoongs, Felix was not your responsibility."

Yoongi knew why jimin was worried and why he was so averse to him helping Felix. The situation was not dire either. It was just another showdoll that they would've had to replace. But he also knew that it was unfair. Jimin knew it too. Jungkook was being unreasonable and Yoongi was only trying to be reasonable. It didn't matter if he saved Felix in the end or not. What mattered to Yoongi was the attempt to save Felix. The boy was innocent for all his major flaws. Innocence could cost you your life. Jimin made sure to relay that message to Felix on Yoongi's behalf.

"He is not. But he is foolish." Yoongi said. "He acted in love. Or in whatever he believed he was in."

"It shouldn't matter to you. I know how much this thing is affecting you. I hate to see you like this. I hate seeing you-" Jimin stopped mid sentence.

Yoongi sighed, "I just saved a potentially talented doll. My duty toward the club has been fulfilled."

It was Jimin's turn to sigh. One cannot fight a stubborn Yoongi.

Jimin changed the topic, "did you eat?"

Yoongi shook his head. "How did the meeting go? You haven't been home since morning."

"I don't know honestly." Jimin then dived into the details of the situation. How he thought Jungkook was slowly losing his mind. The deals that were made in his absence and then again in his presence. He had redacted a few things from his explanation. Seeing that some secrets aren't his to reveal. Yoongi listened to everything silently. Taking in all the information fairly well. If Jimin was expecting some huge reaction from Yoongi after revealing the fact that Jungkook wanted Daegu, he didn't get one. Yoongi remained calm and expressionless throughout his description of his busy, paperwork filled day.