"I'm going to kill you, Park Jimin!" Yoongi threatened over the face time, seeing Jimin giggling like crazy with Felix behind him. "Why would you do this now? You know I don't date."
"But you should! All you do is sit in your house, come on you need to get outside! We have to drag you out of your house to do anything!" Jimin whined. "And Jungkook is nice, rich and hot? Come on, He's a total winner."
Yoongi sighed, Jimin did have a point. "Whatever, I'll give him a chance. I'm going to kill you later. Bye."
"Love you!"
He hung up and turned back to his closet, grabbed a black jacket to match the rest of his outfit. He heard the doorbell ring and jogged up to the door. Huh, he was early.
Yoongi opened the door and froze. "Who are you--"
A man with a blond mullet and big eyes was glaring at Yoongi. "Min Yoongi, I came from an old friend of yours. Remember this?" He showed Yoongi the back of his hand, branded with a symbol that made Yoongi's heart drop.
"Get the fuck out of here." Yoongi slammed the door.
But the man caught it, a smile on his face. "hope's been watching, be careful."
Then the door closed, leaving Yoongi shaking in the doorway, his chest heaving. Yoongi had gotten involved in the wrong people years ago. When he'd been a reckless kid, stumbling around the streets at night, he'd picked a fight with the wrong people and gotten sucked into a nightmare.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, and locked the door, hands shaking violently. They'd found him, after he'd betrayed them. They were going to kill him.
"Fuck." Yoongi gasped, stumbling against a wall. His chest burned, what the hell was he going to do?
There was a knock at the door.
"Go. Away." He choked on his words, curling in on himself.
"Yoongi?" Jungkook called.
Yoongi looked up at the door, Jungkook grounded him. Was Jungkook involved in them? He couldn't be. He got up, and shakily opened the door, seeing Jungkook in a dress shirt and pants, holding even more flowers.
Jungkook saw Yoongi's face and his eyes widened. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"No." Yoongi looked away. "Nothing, come on in I'm almost ready."
Jungkook followed him in tentatively. Yoongi was clearly on edge, and his eyes looked red. His entire body was trembling. "We don't have to do this, if you don't want to." Jungkook put the flowers on a table, looking around Yoongi's apartment.
"No, I'm doing it." Yoongi said. He grabbed his keys and wallet.
"You live in here?" JK walked around, clearly judging Yoongi's state of living. His apartment wasn't messy, just...shabby. It was one room with cracked drywall, one of the windows was boarded up and a neon sign glared directly into the room.
"Sorry?" Yoongi gave him a glare. "Try that again, Mr. Jeon." He grabbed his hoes, pulling them on.
"I mean, it's cozy." Jungkook grinned at Yoongi. He saw Yoongi was struggling with his shoes, his hands still quivering. "Let me help, Mr. Min."
Jungkook crouched and quickly tied his shoes, looking up at Yoongi with a grin. He stood and offered his hand. "Come on, the car is waiting."
Yoongi hesitated but took his hand, following him out the door.
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FanfictionJJK-MYG Yoongi is balancing his love life, running from the mafia and keeping it all hidden from his friends. But it's all his fault, right?
