A Pure Soul

27.

"I am sorry sir but I can't do that. My colleague is on her break I need to take the orders.", I tried to reson with him but to no use he became even angrier and suddenly stood up towering over me. He rises his hand and I immediately prepared myself for a hit, closing my eyes in fear. Waiting for the seemingly inevitable punch.

But it didn't come.

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POV. Yoongi

I was still shocked, my eyes linger on the now black screen, I couldn't describe the anger I felt. I was furious at the heartless bastard, who abused Jimin for years, I was furious at Jimin for not telling us, I was furious at myself for not protecting him these past few weeks. You could say I was furious at the whole world right now, as soon as my anger calmed down enough to be able to think straight again, a smile crossed my lips it was made of triumph, I knew he was hiding something and I also knew he wouldn't see us again on his own. 

I can see through liars like through glass, it was my job after all. Torturing people, making uncooperative people speak, to do that you first have to understand, if someone is being uncooperative. Jimin's eyes twitched everytime we asked him about his family or his life in general, it was barely visible, for someone untrained impossible to notice, but not for me. I took my Ipad and opened a tracking app, I had put a small tracker in the hoodie I gifted him to make sure I would be able to find him if something happend.

'The others always tell me, I have a trust issue but who's laughing now!'

I frowned as I saw his location, it was a familiar address, he was at our bar 'The Royal Round', he's 17 he shouldn't be able to drink yet. I started the engine and drove, above the speed limit over there, determined to take him back, completely forgetting my original task to check the other two of our facilities. 

As I stepped inside, I was suprised to not gain all of the attention, which was the usual reaction to me or one of the others entering the establishment. It seemed that everyone's attention was at a scene unfolding in the far back, between some wannabe millionair and a small waiter, the man's hand was firmly holding the smaller's butt,my eyes wandered away from the scene, I was to concentrated on my search for Jimin, when I suddenly realized 'that waiter seemed like Jimin'. My head shot back and I realised my eyes haven't deceived me, the waiter was in fact Jimin, I made my way over in fast steps, the anger grew inside of me once again, as my eyes shoot daggers at the hand still placed on Jimin's butt.

It all happened so quickly, the man suddenly jumped up about to hit Jimin who ducked away, closing his eyes scared of the man's anger. I on the other hand felt like my head would every second now break open and my boiling blood would errupt like a fu**ing vulcano. 

In no time I was beside Jimin and took a swing at the dude, which caused him to fall backwards, once again taking  place on his seat at the table, "If I see your face ever again, I'll let you dig your own grave before burrying you alive, did I make myself clear asshole?", my voice was deadly as everyone turned around quickly leaving the scene before they also become a target for my wrath. "Yoongi?", Jimin's voice was small compared to mine, I took a firm grip of Jimin's wrist and dragged him towards the entrance, he was struggeling to break free but his attempts were without success. 

As we finally reach my car I let go of his wrist "Get in." "I can't, my shift isn't over yet." "Yes it is, get in!" "I need this Job!", he sounded desprate and as he noticed that, he quickly added, "I need to support my family!" 'He was lying again!' my patience finally completely broke. I took Jimin carefully, to not hurt him by his nape and shoved him in the backseat before locking the door. I quickly got in front of the steering wheel and looked inside the mirror meeting Jimin's horrorfied eyes. "Buckle up, Jimin." I ordered, I tried to calm my voice not wanting to scare him further. "Yoongi please as I said I need this Job to supp-" "Don't you dare lying to me again, Namjoon and Jin were at your house today! They met your father..." Jimin's eyes widened in terror "I-I can explain." his voice was not louder than a whisper, barely reaching my ears. "We were worried sick as we didn't know what happened to you. You haven't told us anything and rather slept on the cold and dangerous streets. Now you leave me no chance but to take the desicion of your back. Now buckle up!" I still watched Jimin through the mirror, my hands enclose the sterring wheel, as I grab it with all my might, in a desperate attempt to somehow calm myself and swallow, the still my body controlling, anger down.