𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

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A/N: Imma go and get some holy watereu cause I can not handle this. Oh and by the way gais, school starts so updates are gonna be pretty slow :<< I'll try my best to complete them asap :>

Jimin is a dancer and he enjoys having this job whether he encountered criticism from the majority of friends he had, except Hoseok.

He loves having attention and he craves it, after all, working in a gay bar won't be too pressuring.

After he had come out of the closet and confessed that he was gay to his parents, he was kicked out of the house. However, he didn't mind that much since he was going to move out after 2 weeks hence he went to live with Hoseok, his college friend who shared with him the same passion for dancing. Jimin had continued to live a solitary and seemingly offish lifestyle until he discovered that Hoseok had opened a gay bar in some way and needed dancers. He signed up instantly and luckily, his spot was the last spot available. Since Hoseok is sociable by nature and he's an expert when it comes to dancing, his club attracted many dancers. The majority of dancers are his friends came flocking for their precious spotlight, including Jimin. Jimin thought the job often as a game and he plays it in order to pay for himself. He couldn't depend on Hoseok for eternity and wouldn't want him to think of Jimin as a burden. The day he moved out of Hoseok's room and rented a room besides him in the same flat, Hoseok clung onto his leg like a leach to stop him from leaving, which made Jimin playfully rolled his eyes and assured him that the only thing that prevented them from talking was a "soundproof" wall. However, Jimin doubted that because, the wall was thin and not soundproof as claimed. Moreover, he was embarrassed and would flush red every time he remembered. The previous couple that used to rent his room bang each other all night without letting him sleep while Hoseok could drift into slumber soundly.

Now that he's living alone, he feels more comfortable as he likes peaceful and breezy nights. Though Hoseok would sometimes come over and talk about business at Devil's Curse, Jimin wouldn't mind. To him, talking to Hoseok is comfortable no matter how uncomfortable or thorny the issue may be and he can trust him whole-heartedly to confess what is on his mind.

Jimin has been good and though he's not pure nor innocent, he still behaves himself and he never drifts too far from the limits he set. No drugs for him even in the bar, while other dancers would dose on them and get high to keep them relaxed before coming up stage. However, as the name Devil's Curse, Jimin works for the devil and he's a drug trafficker from house to house, street to street and destination to destination. Hoseok knew this since he was the boss and mainly the one handling the orders. Jimin was against this at first but "Hobi", which is a playful nickname for Hoseok, persuaded him and he had no other way but to agree due to the payment pair with mild safety. Unlike other traffickers, they don't deliver drugs that are harmful and can cause death after a dose. They deliver drugs that are safe to use and they even have the hearts to pack them into sensible measurements to prevent overdosing.

Jimin is waiting in a dark alleyway with his hands tucked in his hoodie's pockets and his back against the moss-grown walls. His hood is laid softly on his head to cover half of his porcelain face and display his full pink lips, preventing his identification from showing since the alley is pretty near a police station. Jimin was in deep thought before looking up when he hears footsteps. He glances next to him and sees a figure wearing the same black attire except he is wearing a face mask, letting his golden-tinted hazel eyes dazzle in the dark. Jimin walks to face with the person standing casually in front of him, trying to straighten up his posture to make himself bigger but fails due to the noticeable height differences between him and his customer.

"My boss told me you had contacted him." Jimin said, irritated by the way he has to look up to see the person towering in front of him but he can't make out any features except his eyes since the alleyway is engulfing them in pitch-black darkness. "Codeine, hm?"

The figure does nothing but nods, his eyes pierce through Jimin's skin making him shudder from the chills ran up and down his spine. "Urgently in need."

"Sassy Sue, Gangnam at 2 a.m?" Jimin raises his eyebrows, meaning to ask and earns himself a slight nod from the person in front of him. His eyes flick to the open of the alleyway since he heard noises sounded like metal being pressured under the weight of somebody. However, Jimin didn't care about it since it stops swiftly after the figure's nod.

"Anything else, lad?" He asks when he remembered that Hoseok hadn't arranged anything else but seeking this man's information of the destination he'll receive the drugs. The figure turns and walk out of his sight, not bothering to leave a "thank you" or a "good bye". Jimin shrugs, it is always this type that he has to face after all. He mumbles under his breath the word "rude". That customer fully deserves it since he clearly doesn't want to be engaged in this conversation, seemingly rude and Jimin felt the customer's dangerous aura, looking at him as if he was going to eat him alive and still breathing. His eyes wander to the vibrant street lamps standing tall and lonely on the dusty sidewalk, shading the street with sodium gleams of light. He shuffles his weight onto one foot, thinking about what he'll do after he returns to his apartment. Maybe he'll sleep away and have a brunch of poached eggs on avocado-layered wheat toast with Hobi next morning or have a movie night with him since he's stress and strained latel-

"W-what?" Jimin feels his biceps being grabbed and forcefully pulled back by an unknown guest, making him squirm to make the figure behind him let go and escapes. However, his strength is nothing to be compared with the stranger and soon, his hands are secured behind his back firmly with cold and lifeless metal that Jimin assumes they are handcuffs. No, it can't be that he'll rot in prison for the rest of his life... He has to find a way to escape from this person that captured him...

"Let me go!" Jimin struggles but it's pointless because the figure only pulls him closer until a broad surface is up against Jimin's back making him freeze from the sudden act of this person. His breath is becoming unstable and his eyes grow wide and frenzied in the vain hope of searching for something he can hit the man behind him with. Only now that he curses himself for not choosing an alleyway with a dumpster or waste material stacked up in the corner. He feels something grab his hood and pulls it down from his hair that is slightly falling from all the previous struggle. He tries to escape from the grip once again and stops completely when he feels air fanning against his left cheek and left ear, scaring the crap out of him...

"Caught you, little naughty boy..."