The Mafia's little toy

Dangerous Customers

"Jimin, come here!!"

Jimin's boss never yelled like that unless he was under pressure, so Jimin scrammed from behind the bar to his boss as fast as possible. 

"Yes, Mr. Bang?" the timid boy asked.

"I need you to host private table 7, please."

With those words, Jimin felt shivers run down his spine. Private table 7 was reserved for one group and one group only. The Bangtan Mafia. They were known as the most violent, cruel, and powerful Mafia in all of South Korea. 

"I.....I thought that was JB's table." Jimin prayed he would be able to talk himself out this.

"The guests have asked for you personally."

Fuck.

The Big Hit's Boys Club( the gay night club Jimin works at) is known for hosting the most dangerous male criminals in South Korea. And normally, guests are allowed to request certain strippers, but not certain waiters. Hell, even the GOT7 Gang can't request certain waiters. But with Bangtan, Jimin could bet Kim Jong-un wouldn't be able to deny them what they wanted without fearing for his life. 

"Oh.....okay." Jimin stuttered out.

With that, he began his walk up the club stairs to the hall that held the private rooms. They were called the private rooms for a reason. Guests had to have a secret code to get in and workers had to work at the club for two years or longer before they were allowed to work up there, strippers and waiters included.  Jimin had been working at the club for exactly two years and since he was well liked by guests and coworkers alike, he got promoted real quick.

There were 7 private rooms, getting higher in quality the higher the number got. They were all in one hall. Three on one side, three on the other side, and the most expensive private room in the middle at the dead end. Room 7. 

As Jimin walked down the hall, he began to shake, They requested him. Him of all people, why him. Bangtan was known for getting what they want, no matter what, and Jimin knew they wouldn't request him personally if they didn't want him. And that terrified him.

He reached the door and knocked three times, a pattern guests knew meant their waiters were at the door. "Come in!" He opened the door and walked in. The room and furniture itself were all black, but the blue lights from the small stage in the front made the room have a club lounge feel. The way the room was set up there was two stair steps from the door down to the half circle black sofa that could easy hold ten people comfortably. In front of the sofa there was a short glass table and in the very front of the room there was a wall to wall stage with a stripper pole down the middle and a wall of glass blocking the dancer from the guest. The male dancer wore a pair of metallic silver shorts and thigh high heels that looked gorgeous when reflecting the blue lights of the stage.

Jimin took a deep breath and walked down the two steps and around to the side of the couch. Shit, he thought. All six of the members were sitting on the couch.

"Go....good evening, gentlemen. What could I get you this evening?"

Kim Namjoon, the pink haired leader, said, " Ah, yes. We would like..."

"You." The mint haired man interrupted. 

All six men laughed and Jimin's face turned bright red as he avoided eye contact with all of them.

"Cute, he's embarrassed," the mint haired man added.

"Yoongi, leave him alone, let him do his job," Namjoon chuckled.

"I'm sorry about them. We want a bottle of Whisky and six beers."

"Alright. I'll be back with your drinks right away," Jimin said as he went to the door.

"Good, we'll be able to see your cute ass again," Yoongi said as Jimin walked out.

When he closed the door he heard them laugh and comment on how cute his ass was. He blushed like a cherry all the way to the bar.

Jimin quickly got the drinks from the bar , making his way back up the stairs, but he was stopped by Mr. Bang.

"Jimin... I..I need to say sorry to you."

As soon as he said that, Jimin knew what he was apologizing for. Mr. Bang had just sold him.

When Jimin got this job, he was warned that when one of the gangs/mafias wants a worker and offers enough money or says violent enough threats, Mr. Bang has no choice but to let them take said worker.

"I've been sold to Bangtan, haven't I?" Jimin asked.

"I'm so sorry, they gave me no choice," The man was fighting back tears, because he was truly starting to care for the young boy as if he was his son. 

Jimin put the tray of drinks down and hugged the man. 

"It's ok hyung. I understand."

They shared a somber smile, then Jimin grabbed the drinks and made his way to the private room. 

When he opened the door, the stripper was gone but the stage was still lit. He went down to the glass table and sat the tray down. He then put one beer in front of each of the men. When he got the Yoongi, the man grabbed Jimin by the waist and pulled the boy onto his lap. The boy gasped and steadied himself by grabbing the mans shoulders. The 6 men chuckled at the cute boys reaction.

"I think he already know why we're here, don't you baby boy?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin shyly nodded, avoided each of the mans eyes. 

"Good," a black haired man with a heart shaped smile said.

"Will you open your mouth for me puppy?" said an attractive man with a boxy smile and brown and green hair.

Jimin opened his mouth hesitantly. The boxy smiled man pulled out a small purple pill, placing it in the boys mouth. Namjoon grabbed a glass with whiskey and brought it to Jimin's mouth. He gulped down the pill with the whiskey. In minutes, his eyes became heavy and his head fell gently onto Yoongi's chest. Jimin started shaking, fear and realization hitting him.

"Relax baby boy. We won't hurt you. We'll take care of you." Namjoon's voice calmed the boy and he soon fell asleep.

 The men took Jimin to their limo, gently laying him down on a seat, his head resting on Jin's lap.

"You were telling him the truth right? When you said we'd take care of him?"Jin asked.

"Yes, I did," Namjoon responded, running his hand threw Jin's hair to calm the older man down.