Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

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"Fuck," He cursed lowly as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Even the slightest crunch of saggy leaves beneath his sneakers made his head throb.

It was Friday night, and Friday nights were usually spent at the club; small talk with Chanwoo over a couple of drinks. Yet here he was, wanting to get away from the blaring music that pounded against the walls of the congested place.

After Mrs. Im paid the café a little visit to announce the annual visit of her son, Jaebum, this week, his head started hurting from thinking about how much sermons are going to be thrown at them.

Mrs. Im's son means well, but sometimes he can just go overboard.  He was impressed with how popular the café had gotten, and wanted to make it a 24-hour thing.

Chanwoo, and even Mrs. Im quickly objected. It wasn't easy to wait tables with just 4 employees especially during rush hour, what more when it turns into a 24-hour café.

Plus, they would have to hire more employees which Mrs. Im was not so keen of. It was quite difficult for her to trust her shop to other people. It took quite some time before she finally gave her trust to her current employees.

Yoongi trudged up the stairs with his eyes half closed. Just a few more steps. He thought to himself as he shoved his freezing hands into his pockets.

He wondered where everyone was. Usually some snotty gangsters would crowd on the steps of the staircase to frighten their neighbors, but that didn't matter now, when his head was throbbing.

As he reached his floor, he fished for his keys in his pocket, groaning when he checked the other pocket for it, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring with wide eyes.

His door was agape.

"Who the hell..." His voice trailed off as he pushed the door wider causing it to squeak softly. He squinted his eyes to see through the darkness, mind rushing with all the possible worst case scenarios.

His breath was caught in his throat; he couldn't find the will to breathe especially with heart pounding against his chest. All he could do was clench and unclench his fists to let out some of the tension.

He stepped in, taking quiet and careful steps as he walked through the apartment.

"It's nice to see you again, Min." The lights turn on and the door slams shut as the man sat on one of the chairs.

His hair was slicked back, pointy nose stood tall in the air as he looked up with his jaw clenching in irritation. The pale skin of his arms was marked with intricate inked patterns as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I heard you quit."

Yoongi stumbled back in surprise; fear passing through him for a second as he slowly recognized who it was, "Jiyong," He let out a breath, cowering backwards as felt like he was going to barf.

"I don't play games, Min." Jiyong chuckled lowly as he stood up, tilting his head left followed by a popping sound, "Do you think it's fun to leave major clients hanging?

Do you think it's fun to lose almost half of your million income because some petty fucker like you quit?"

"I already quit, I shouldn't be part of this anymore—"

"Oh, that's where you're wrong. So, so wrong." Jiyong smirks as he shoved Yoongi against the wall, his hands grabbing onto his collars as he leans closer, beads of sweat forming on his hairline.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if you're playing dumb, or you're just too innocent for the industry you got yourself into."

His teeth were clenched, brows crossed as the vein in his forehead popped out. He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he kept himself from throwing a punch.

"Once you're in it,"

He pulls back before slamming him against the wall, earning a low groan from Yoongi, an intense ache crawling up his back.

"There's no turning back."

Jiyong then let go of him, stumbling back with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"I'm not here to hit you," He started,

Yoongi had his hand on his neck with the other on his lower back, rubbing the soreness away. He looked up at Jiyong, a crease forming on his forehead.

"It's as simple as this, Min. Pay attention," Jiyong rubbed his forehead in frustration before turning around, slamming his hand against the wood wall, sending a loud bang too echo through the whole floor.

"You better figure out a way to fix this little fuck up of yours, or else—"

"Or else what? What the fuck are you going to do this time? Go ahead, I'm not afraid!" When in fact, he was terrified. His hands were trembling and moist as he forced himself to stand on his feet.

His heart felt like it was coming up his throat with every second of deafening silence passes.

He's not usually fazed by getting beaten up, or even being killed, but this time he only had one person on his mind; the reason for the anxiety and fear that hollows out his chest.

Jiyong had a smirk playing on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Or that little girlfriend of yours will pay."

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Based on my pre-written outline of this book... Let Me Know is coming to an end :)

I have considered writing a book 2, so I guess I'll leave it to you guys..

Would you want a book 2 for Let Me Know? c:

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