Chapter 2: Snake Eyes

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jeon jeongguk:

When can I see you?

10:06 PM

you:

When my work schedule allows.

10:10 PM

jeon jeongguk:

When will that be?

10:10 PM

you:

I'm not sure yet.

10:17 PM

jeon jeongguk:

:(

10:18 PM

You aren't going to disappear on me, are you? I have ways of finding people.

10:19 PM

you:

Look, even if I wanted to change my name and flee to Cuba, I couldn't. You are currently in possession of all of my funds.

10:30 PM

I work two jobs and attend school full-time. There aren't enough hours in my day for casual meetings and card games..

10:31 PM

jeon jeongguk:

If it's that difficult, maybe you should've just gone with one of Namjoon's payment plans.

10:32 PM

you:

Come see me on a lunch break

10:32 PM

jeon jeongguk:

You're coming to see me, not the other way around.

10:33 PM

you:

Can't you fucking read? I don't have time to be making trips across town to your shitty hotel.

10:34 PM

jeon jeongguk:

You know what an overdraft fee is, right?

10: 36 PM

you:

Yes you fucking degenerate I know what an overdraft fee is

10:36 PM

jeon jeongguk:

I think banks usually charge around $7 per day your account is overdrawn.

10:36 PM

So I'm gonna charge you $7 per day every day you don't come see me.

10:37 PM

you:

You know

10:41 PM

I've gotten more than my fair share of shit flung at me by alphas

10:41 PM

but I've never met one as disgustingly sadistic as you

10:42 PM

jeon jeongguk:

Text me when you've cleared your schedule.

10:45 PM

you:

fuck you

10:46 PM

Jimin raps twice on the doorframe of Seokjin's office before inviting himself in and having a seat on the faded patchwork armchair. Since taking over management of the restaurant from his parents just a little over a year ago, Seokjin has made considerable updates to the dining room's decor, but the office fixtures have yet to be replaced. The armchair smells quite musty, but, Jimin supposes, it lends toward an authentic 1970s experience. True vintage. He plucks the pack of cigarettes off the desk that isn't actually a desk, but rather a splintering folding table.

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