✔️Mafia's Lover, Enemy's Prey

5. Don't Want it to Stop

Jimin was searching for Taehyung frantically, his chest tightening with a sense of dread. He pushed through the crowd at the pub, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Something didn’t feel right. He had this sinking feeling that Taehyung was in trouble.

As he searched, his eyes landed on a familiar face sitting at the bar, sipping his drink with calmness. But Jimin knew this someone knew exactly what was happening. Jimin stormed over, heart racing. "Where is he?" he demanded, voice shaking with a mix of panic and anger.

Yoongi squinted at him, unfazed by the outburst, taking a slow sip from his glass. "Who?" he asked casually, though the knowing smirk on his face betrayed him.

"Don’t play games with me!" Jimin shot back, his voice rising. "I know Taehyung is with that Mr. Kim! Where is he?"

Yoongi sighed, almost bored by the confrontation, and set his drink down. "That’s none of my business," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Jimin, on the edge of his nerves, grabbed Yoongi by the shirt, yanking him forward. "Where is he?" he yelled, his fist trembling with emotion. His eyes blazed with desperation.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, amused by Jimin's boldness. His lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "You look delicate, but your voice is surprisingly strong."

Jimin stared at him, incredulous. "Are you serious right now? I am anything but delicate," he growled. "You don't know me."

Yoongi’s smirk grew a little wider. "Oh, really? Jimin."

Jimin’s breath hitched at the sound of his name coming from Yoongi’s lips. He was startled that this man knew who he was, but he didn’t have time to question it. Taehyung was still missing. His priority was finding his friend. "Will you tell me where he is, or do I have to make you?" Jimin’s voice was a low threat, laced with fury.

Yoongi chuckled softly before standing up from the barstool, his movements slow, deliberate. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands mockingly in surrender. "Let me take you to your precious Taehyung." He bowed dramatically, his smirk never leaving his face. "After you, my boss."

Jimin glared at him, momentarily stunned by Yoongi’s sarcastic attitude, but he followed, his mind racing. As they made their way through the crowd, Yoongi’s face darkened slightly. He noticed Seokjin wasn’t where he had left him, and a flicker of concern passed over his usually calm features.

Quickening his pace, Yoongi weaved through the crowd, now genuinely searching. They have their men always here and there for security, but for people, they don't know each other. Yoongi looked at one of their men, and he gestured him to upstairs. His stomach twisted. He pushed through the doors, at last, he found Seokjin pacing out from one of the private room, looking more frustrated than usual. He knew Seokjin’s temper was not something to be taken lightly.

"What happened?" he asked, sensing the tension in the air.

Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of frustration and something deeper, something conflicted. “Get him fresh clothes and find his friend to take him home,” Seokjin muttered, rubbing his face as though trying to wipe away the turmoil. “I need to get out of here.”

Yoongi nodded, his eyes flicking to the door of the private room. He knew better than to ask too many questions when Seokjin was in this state, but the weight of his words settled heavily on him. He glanced back at Seokjin as he walked away, wondering just how far this had already gone.

When Yoongi stepped out of the way, just dealing after Taehyung, he found Jimin came hurriedly looking at him darkly, "Your friend is inside," he said flatly, avoiding Jimin's piercing gaze.