Jimin x BTS
BTS is the strongest and most feared mafia in all of South Korea, and Jimin is a lost, lonely and scared boy.
They had nothing in common whatsoever until a special encounter changed all of their lifes.
Please read the trigger warnings o...
I ultimately chose to take the backpack and Jin's homemade food. "Thank you, hyungs..." I murmured, frustrated with myself for caving in."See, that wasn't so difficult!" they exclaimed, releasing their grip on me, ceasing their rough play, and now standing side by side in front of me as if nothing had happened. I rolled my eyes subtly at their smug, triumphant grins. "I saw that!" Jungkook chuckled at my reaction and enveloped me in an unexpected, tight embrace. "Make sure you visit us at least once a week!" "Otherwise, we'll come and visit you!" Taehyung added, completing his sentence.
I bid them farewell and went on my way. 'Where to, you might ask and to be honest, I wasn't sure either... Of course I wasn't going home! As miserable as my life is, I promised my mother I wouldn't stop fighting, going back home would be like ending my life. I have already let my mother down once! I couldn't do it again...' I fixated my eyes at the floor. Dodging every possible interaction I could be forced in. My thoughts drifted back to the words Taehyung and Jungkook had said:
Makesure you visit us at least once a week. Otherwise we'll come and visit you!
'Did they actually mean that? They don't even know where I live, right? They couldn't possibly know! Yes I lied to them, about a loving family awaiting me home, scared for my well-being, while picturing my father throwing me out of our home, assaulting me on a daily basis and beating me nearly dead regulary.
I didn't plan on seeing them ever again! Indeed, they saved my life and cared for me over the past week, yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and complete dependency on them. The images of Taehyung coldly executing the man, still haunted me as if he acted as if it were a trivial act for him.
The horror of what I've seen weighs heavily on me, and part of me yearns to report everything to the police, to do what seems morally right. However, I also feel a sense of obligation to remain silent, a debt owed for the life-saving actions taken on my behalf, not once but twice. Despite this, I'm fairly certain that even full disclosure to the authorities would lead nowhere. The dismissive laughter I received from them when I previously mentioned to call the police on them echoes in my memory, a stark reminder of the corruption that plagues the force, seemingly funded by my life savers.'
I walked for hours through the busy streets of Seoul and I witnessed how the streets became emptier as the time went by. I have walked from one place to another, in a desperate search for a Job, to earn money so I can someday escape the dangerous and cold streets. But I received one after another rejection.
The moon began to rise above Seoul and the air became colder, I was thankful for the clothes Yoongi had gifted me especially the big warm hoodie, which also hid my hands from the cold, reducing the amount of skin exposed to the biting coldness.
Most shops had already closed and the biggest part of Soeul's hardworking population had probably gone to bed by now. Other than me most people, who walked the now quiet streets were drunk or on some kind of other drug. And even those who, were sober seemed shady, as they looked around frantically. As soon as they saw me they either walked faster or hid in the next corner.
Out of any other options, I asked at every bar and club I walked past, if they were searching for any personal. Even though I was inexperienced when it came to these establishments, I thought that it was worth a shot because, they didn't seem to care that much, when it came to the age of their personnel. My age has been the main reason I was rejected before. I also think it would be very beneficial to have my working hours in the night, so that I would struggle less with the temperature at nighttime and the dangerous people lurking in the darkness.
As I went by another bar, I thought about just walking past it. The interior looked both fancy and expensive, the bartender wore a tailored suit and most guests themselves looked as if they were company owners. I don't have the slightest chance of getting a Job at a fancy place like this! But then again I felt hopeless, I should take every opportunity I could get. Who knows, maybe they need someone to clean after closing hours.
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As I stepped inside I thought I just had been teleported back in time. The bar had a dark but still not threatening aura, I found myself staring at the hundreds of diffrent Liquor bottles, which I was positive that half of them cost more than a month's rent of the apartment I used to live in together with my father. I realized I must had been standing way to long in the bars entrance, in moments like this I was happy that I was basically invisible for the rest of the world, otherwise this would have been a lot more awkward.
I approach the bartender quietly and say in a hushed tone, "Excuse me, sir. I apologize for the interruption, but I was wondering if you might be in need of a worker." "Indeed, we are hiring, but as a bar catering to the affluent, we're selective. Our patrons pay handsomely for flawless service. I doubt you can provi—" He turns, a blue bottle in his right hand as he prepares a drink. His voice is tinged with annoyance and disdain. He halts mid-sentence, his gaze scanning me from head to toe. "What a pleasent... If we get you into nicer clothes our customers might be pleased by your visuals...", he thought loudly. "Stay here as I'll call mr. Choi, he'll decide if you'll get a chance or not..."The bartender summoned a young waitress clad in a dark red uniform. Her appearance was strikingly flawless, and as she approached the bartender, every man's gaze lingered on her, tracing her movements with adoration. "Jia show this young men the way to mr. Choi's office." "Of course, Jinho. Please follow me.", she said in a sweet voice and starts walking to a employee's only door, with me rushing after her.
The corridor we traversed was darker than the previous room. As we proceeded along the vacant floor, we passed various offices, a staff room, and a conference room until, at the very end, there stood another office. However, its door appeared more significant than those of any other rooms. The young woman softly knocked against the solid wooden door and waited for a response before carefully pushing the handle down and opening the door. "I am sorry for disrupting you sir, but Jinho asked for me to bring him to your office." An older male maybe in his mid 50s sat at a big desk, only looking up after Jia had mentioned the word him. "Thank you, you may go now.", his voice raspy as if he smoke a full pack cigarettes a day. Jia bowed and left as soon as he has given her the permission to do so. His eyes meet mine "Who are you and what do you want?", he barked dangerously. "My name is Park Jimin, sir. And I am only searching for a Job...", I stated while trying my best to hold eye contact. My head was scolding me to look anywhere but at his eyes as his gaze felt like it was piercing through me like I was a ghost. "I see... You're quite lucky one of our waitresses was just fired for disrespecting a very powerful man, who just happenes to be one of our commoners.", his voice sounded coldly as he stood up and made his way towards me. His long fingers took a firm grip on my chin as he yanked it up. "You have a really small and beautiful face. It could work.", he said with no sign of emotion in his face nor in his voice.
