Only breathing
Authour: Sharleena
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 26461
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
As a drug lord, Yoongi knows the rules:
-you don't ask questions;
-whatever the client wants, you sell it;
-you don't do loans;
-you don't fall in love with a customer's whore.
Yoongi knows the rules. And because he knows them he also knows when he's about to break one.
**mentions of drugs, guns, rape, and abuse**
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breath
[breth]
noun
1. the air inhaled and exhaled in respiration.
2. respiration, especially as necessary to life.
3. life; vitality.
Yoongi thinks that it's far too early for such bullshit. Honestly, it's not even ten in the morning, he should be in bed right now, not getting dressed to meet a customer. Yoongi's customers know that business doesn't start until noon, so why even bother? But of course, Yoongi also knows that in this particular case he doesn't really have a choice.
As a drug lord, Yoongi knows the rules:
-you don't ask questions;
-whatever the client wants, you sell it;
-you don't do loans;
-you don't fall in love with a customer's whore.
Those rules applied even harder when the client is Wen Gao.
Wen Gao is a fucking asshole, one of the worst humans that ever stepped on planet Earth, but he's got money. It happens when you're one of the most influential arms dealer of the country. Besides, isn't Gao one of his best clients? He might be scum, but he's rich scum.
So Yoongi makes an effort in looking at least decent, going as far as to wash his face with cold water and even comb his hair. With his fingers because no one has time to actually use a brush. Does he even own a brush? He might need to check.
Yoongi finds a white t-shirt scattered on the floor and since it doesn't smell bad he decides that's good enough for the day. He shrugs on a pair of jeans and finds his leather jacket and calls it a day. Gao might be rich scum but he's not rich scum that Yoongi needs to impress.
As he leaves his comfortably dark room he's welcomed with way too much light. Yoongi sighs and rubs his fingers on his eyes, trying to get accustomed to the sudden brightness. Seokjin must have done something with the shutters as they're all up, letting the sunlight hit the penthouse.
“Fucking windows.” Yoongi mutters, making his way to the kitchen counter “Fucking penthouse basically made of fucking glass.”
