Rich • NamJin [boyxboy] · +SLOW UPDATES+

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I winced at the hand that landed on my shoulder. This was it. This was the end.

My heart sped up but my breathing slowed down, both of the actions together making everything inside of me hurt. My stomach knotted, a lump settled in my throat, my legs cramped in place.

The hand that was settled on my shoulder moved to hold the back of my neck, making me finally look back.

"Jung Hoseok. What's wrong?" Min Yoongi. Of course it was him. I turned back around and wiped my eyes with my shirt and let out a heavy breath. "You're freezing, what are you doing out here?" His fingers ran comfortingly through my hair. I moved away and out of his reach.

"How did you find me?" I finally asked shakily. He held a shiny silver hoverboard under one navy blue blazer covered arm. He was actually dressed really nicely to just be cruising on a hoverboard at this time of night.

"I live here sweetheart." He smiled. I would be surprised if I didn't have more important things to worry about. "Now tell hyung the problem, why are you crying Hobibuns."

I quickly wiped my cheeks, but that made no progress with cleaning up my face as the tears were only replaced right after.

"Is it money you need?" He stared at my hand which held two crumpled and sweat covered hundred dollar bills. I didn't answer, stuffing the money into my jacket pocket.

He sighed, setting the hoverboard down and reaching into his pocket instead.

"W-what are you doing?" It was too dark for me to really see. Yoongi reached out to open my hand.

"This is for your dry cleaning," I felt paper land on my palm. "This is for a new mask, that one's getting a bit dirty," my eyes go wide at the realization that he's putting hundred dollar bills in my hand. "You should get a collar for your dog, Min Holly doesn't want friends," he gives me another two bills. "And the rest is yours." Then there's a weight in my pocket.

"Y...Yoongi." My eyes were wide.

"Also, I suggest that you drop out of drug dealing. I don't think it's meant for you."

"Why did you...? You gave me money..."

"Of course I did. I can't just stand here and let you struggle, what kind of boyfriend would I be then? There's $2,000 in your hand, you decide what to do with the other ten thousand." I could have passed out right there.

"T-ten thousand?! As in $10,000?!" I needed to clarify. He nodded and smiled fondly.

"It's 15 past 12, we should get you home."

"15 minutes past midnight?!" I exclaimed. "I'm late, I have to go!" I instantly turned around and started running. I didn't waste time waiting to catch a bus, I needed to be in front of my boss 15 minutes ago.

Yoongi ran behind me, which confused me somewhat, but I had no time to be confused. I continued running until we finally reached the well camouflaged building.

"W-wait here." I told him with a pant. We were behind a fence across the street from the place.

"What is this place?" He panted as well, his voice slightly deeper do to his lack of breath.

"My headquarters. Just stay here okay? Don't do anything I'll be right back." I promised before running off across the street.

I took out all the money that I needed and readied it for my boss. The 2,500 dollars curled and waiting in my hand. I stepped forward through the doors, the smell of chemicals and dangerous metal filling my nose.