Loyalty 〰 Taegi

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Yoongi sat there quietly.

The lights around were red and his skin felt heated. The floor under his feet vibrated with the vibes of the music in the big venue.

He still just sat there. His cigar was dead and his drink was on the other side of him while a stripper traced her fingers around the glass. He still didn't look at her. He could look at her even if he wanted to, his shades were dimming the rooms light intensity. As he felt hands run down and up his upper thigh, he stayed looking forward.

He watched as many girls threw themselves his way, on him and in every angle. But one thing stayed certain: he didn't want them.

They could touch him and dance on him and he would let them with no emotions shown and no fucks to give. Even the barely clothed girls in front of him appeared attractive enough to make a person of a normal standpoint fuck up and fuck them.

He just couldn't bring himself to care about them, about where they laid down with at night; it wouldn't be with him.

He felt the one on his right bring his barely touched glass of liquor up to his face. Trying to make him drink the drink, he wasn't foolish to ever drink from a bitch that just wanted what he had: power.

He owned the streets and the money flow he brought home would make a old woman cry and break into a shout of victory. He owned every person in this building and he trusted no one. Who would when your coins were millions in the eyes of rich folks. They would think he owned a High Class Corporation with business suits and a black limousine.

So to say it short, he didn't trust anyone that worked for him. That was all to it.

He took his hand and pushed the glass from his face, not even giving her a slight glance as he leaned back trying to clam his nerves.

She (he thought it was the same girl) slowly made her way close to his ear so she could whisper graphic things she wanted him to do to her. Her hands stroking down his chest thinking it would get him riled up.

He let her with a sigh, waiting on time to be up for him waiting on his partner to come so he could take over running things.

He just wanted to go home.

He had this itch of something was up and someone was trying to attack him. He just felt it as the girl continued to try to have her way with him.

As he thought this, a girl from the side of him pull out a knife, sharpened just for this occasion: to kill him. Her knife stayed in her shaking hands as she rose it up high, trying to deeply hurt and kill him.

Before she could bring the knife all the way down, Yoongi swiftly brought his gun out, pointing it at her directly in the middle of her skull, opening fire as his revolver went off.

All the women around ran away screaming as the girl beside him fell to the floor, dying out onto his red floor.

He placed his gun back on the holster held on his pants and slowly stood up.

He turned to see that the girl who was rubbing him down was still kneeling on the ground, shaking from head to toe, scared was what she was.

"Didn't you get the memo to leave or do you want to die like her?"

She shook her head quickly and got up, running past him in the same direction as everyone else had done.

He took his phone out and called his partner that should have been there twenty minutes ago.

"I'm pulling up right now Yoongi."

Yoongi started walking through the doors as the male talked, "Well your late. I'm leaving. And I killed one of the strippers."