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Twenty-eight

"What's her deal?" Vernon asked while Yoongi watched Victoria disappear into the crowd.

The one she'd called Jin didn't even turn around. He only stared at the floor and pressed his lips together tightly. Yoongi watched it all through narrowed eyes while Jimin still snuggled up to him, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"So who are you?" he called to the tall man that looked up to meet his eyes.

Jin gave his head a quick shake and smiled. "I'm Kim Seokjin. Victoria and I were best friends when we were younger."

"Min Yoongi," he rasped, looking to the drunk man clinging to him. "And this is Jimin." he turned his cold gaze back to the man. "We're Victoria's best friends now."

Seokjin said nothing while Yoongi continued to stare at him. The tension between the two was so thick that Hoseok swore he could feel it. And it annoyed him that nobody had acknowledged him in a while.

"I'm Hoseok," he peeped, looking between the two men.

Yoongi ignored him and kept his eyes trained on the man who had clearly upset Victoria. "Have a seat, Seokjin."

One of Vernon's friends pulled him away, leaving Jin to be eaten alive by the intimidating man who patted the couch cushion next to him. Jin sat with a confidence and arrogance that made Yoongi's eye twitch.

"What do you do?"

He looked him square in the eye, clearly sensing the competition. "I'm the CEO of LOEN Entertainment."

If Yoongi wasn't pissed before he sure was now. "You don't look that old. How did you achieve something so grand?"

"My father was the CEO before me."

Oh. So Jin was born into power and just handed it when he was old enough. Of course. That explained it. "Interesting."

"That sounds so cool!" Hoseok cut in, scooting closer to the group.

Jin turned his attention to him. "I can get you a job at my company if you'd like."

"Thank you, but I actually already have a job.

"Who the hell would hire you?" Yoongi snapped.

Hoseok frowned. "BigHit Entertainment, thank you very much!"

Yoongi stopped. That was the company that Victoria had gotten him a job at. He was going to be working with Hoseok? "Get the fuck out of here," he muttered in disbelief.

"I'm a backup dancer." He quickly tapped Jimin's shoulder. "Jiminie, I can get you a spot as a dancer there!"

Jimin blinked at the elder a few times and smiled with hooded eyes. "You're so pretty, hyung."

"Well, I think it's time we left," Yoongi said in a rushed manner, pulling Jimin to stand with him. "Jin, it was....nice meeting you, I guess," he mumbled before turning to the other. "Hoseok...bye."

Without turning to see their reactions, Yoongi pulled Jimin into the crowd, holding his hand so tightly he thought it might break. He wanted to find Victoria and get out of there, but there were so many people. He thought about it for a second longer before just deciding to fuck it. She would probably find her way into some guy's bed anyway, he thought bitterly.

Once outside, he had to call a cab to take him and Jimin home. Jimin fell asleep during the ride, but he woke up when Yoongi manhandled him to get him out of the car and to their apartment. "Hyung~" Jimin whined once they were inside. He was still clinging to the older.

Yoongi groaned. "What is it now, Minnie?"

"I love you so much, hyung, you're my soulmate," he slurred. "Kiss me again." Jimin puckered his lips and closed his eyes, waiting for the older to indulge him.

But he only sighed. "Jesus Christ. I'm never letting you drink again."

"But you kissed me before!" he whined again as Yoongi dragged him to his room. "You kissed me before and you touched me in my bathing suit area!" His voice dropped to whisper during the last part.

Yoongi covered his face with his hands after pushing Jimin onto the large bed, hoping he would go to sleep. "What are you, five?"

Jimin giggled. "Yeah, five inches deep in your MOM!" He continued laughing hysterically after he made the comment, but Yoongi was not amused. His mother was dead and he had no idea what Jimin was talking about.

"Jimin, I never touched you there." Yoongi turned his light off and began walking out.

"Yes you did!" the younger insisted. "You said you would fuck me, but you haven't hyung! You're a liar!"

The oldest stopped in the threshold of the door. He couldn't deny that he had those thoughts before, but he didn't recall ever saying them out loud—especially not to Jimin. "When did I say I would fuck you, Minnie?"

"You said it a few times, hyung." Jimin sighed and spread his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel on his comforter. "C'mere. I have a secret to tell you."

"No. Go to bed, Jimin."

Yoongi was already crossing the living room when he heard Jimin shriek, "Hyung!" at the top of his lungs like a child throwing a tantrum.

Now he was pissed. Yoongi stomped back into the room and flicked the light switch on. "What the fuck do you want, Jimin?"

"Come here. This is very important!"

The older went to the edge of Jimin's bed and quickly grabbed both of his ankles to shove his legs closed before standing by his head. "What?"

Jimin wrapped a hand around the back of Yoongi's neck and pulled him closer. "Shhhhh—you can't tell anyone, okay? It's a secret." Their faces were only inches apart now, and Yoongi smelled the whiskey on Jimin's breath. It was tangy but somehow sweet. Yoongi loved alcohol. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi-hyung," he whispered right in the older's ear before licking the shell of it. "Right now."

Yoongi coughed violently at his confession and tore himself away. He had to quickly shut his eyes and think about Jimin's evil grandmother naked in order to get rid of the blood that immediately shot through his lower-half at Jimin's words.

"Hyung," he whined desperately and grabbed at the older's wrist. "Please—I need you."

"Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve this," Yoongi muttered to himself before glancing at Jimin with a sigh. "Let's talk about this when you're sober, Minnie."

Jimin let go of his wrist and gazed up at him with hazy eyes. "Promise?"

"Promise."