𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡⓣⓨⓔⓘⓖⓗⓣ

He mustered up the courage to get up and join him behind the counter, standing behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He left soft kisses on his shoulder, the nape of his neck, hands traveling to places he knew would reinforce the man's affection towards him. Jimin had always been good in that domain and now used his skills to better his own interest. Manipulation was definitely his forte, and he would most certainly use it to his advantage. There was nothing technically wrong with it, to him, as every victory required sacrifice. Yoongi was a very useful tactic in his plan, and he would be thanked accordingly when Jimin's plan would succeed. He knew his morals were questionable with such reasoning, but the wicked side of him did not care for them anymore. Morals were unnecessary in this game. All's fair in love and war.

Yoongi naturally turned around in response to Jimin's enticing touch, reciprocating with his own hands. His attention was quickly drawn away from the coffee, suddenly interested in something much more awakening than caffeine. The man was completely under Jimin's spell; under the spell, the man knew could charm anyone. As much as he did not seem as enticing to Taehyung, he was to practically everyone else. No one had ever told him no, had ever pushed him away; Yoongi was no exception. He fell into Jimin's trap as naturally and easily as a fly landing in a Venus flower, as a moth attracted by the lethal light of a flame. Jimin had played this game many times before and had become a professional at it. The good cards always in his hands, the odds always in his favor.

Which was most likely why Taehyung's rejection had shaken him so much. Moreover, he had never been so obsessed with another, so captured by the sight of one sole person. These two variables together made it impossible for him to get over it, for him to just simply give up or ignore his enslaving attraction to the man. He would not take no for an answer. He would do the unthinkable, say the improbable, all just to get into Taehyung's heart. He knew he would succeed; he just needed a little time and a lot of information.

"Your father has been around the club rather often, lately, hasn't he?" Jimin questioned, the fingers of his hand brushing against Yoongi's pelvis.

"Yeah..." Yoongi mustered before biting his lip, a grin on his face. "His group will be surveilling the club from now on."

"Is that so?" Jimin retorted, somewhat confused. "How was such a deal made possible?"

His fingers naturally caressed the base of his dick, softly trailing around the area teasingly, as his eyes were locked in his. Eye contact was always a winner. It made the strongest men fall to their knees, the smartest men become dumbfounded, and, in this case, the most loyal men open their mouths.

"Oh, you know, the whole 'you give me this I'll give you that'," Yoongi replied, uninterested in the topic, his gaze melting into Jimin's.

"Actually, I don't really know," Jimin added with an innocent tone in his voice, his fingers curling around Yoongi's hardening cock.

"Well, to be a little more precise, my dad's gang will surveil and protect the club, but only if they have an opening for their drug trade inside of the club," Yoongi mumbled, eyes glancing down at Jimin's hands slowly going up and down on his shaft.

"Oh really? I thought Jungkook was against the whole drug thing in his club..." Jimin noticed, an almost imperceptible smirk appearing on his lips.

"Yeah, well, he came around," Yoongi muttered, distracted. "Protection is valuable. Especially when it's from the most notorious gang of bikers in the city."

Got it. Just that bit of knowledge was enough for him to add another valuable card to his deck, one that would make him ultimately succeed his impending royal flush. He proceeded to give Yoongi his reward for the valuable information he had just given him; that was how humans worked. If one wanted to incite a particular behavior, positive reinforcement must be given after that said wanted behavior. Simple psychology, really, and it worked all too well. Pavlov's theory was not only applicable to dogs, evidently. Moreover, Jimin had discovered that Yoongi was always more likely to spill information unconsciously when he was distracted by something, especially when that particular something was sex.