His Pet

1

"Jimin, just listen to me," Jimin's father begged, "You would be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You are giving me to the biggest mafia boss is Seoul, and fleeing the country! Do you, seriously, think I would give my kid away because of a deal? " Jimin yelled.

"Jimin, it will be okay. I mean, it is just you and me at that house since your mother died. At least this way, you will have someone around your own age to play with. Besides, what's done is done. There is no turning back." Mr. Park said, focusing on driving.

"Around my own age to play with? How old do you fucking think I am? Five? Gosh! If he is around my age, why the fuck are you so afraid of him? " Jimin yelled.

"Just...SHUT UP!" Mr. Park yelled, slamming on the brakes in front of a fancy looking bar.

"Mom never would have let this happen." Jimin mumbled. 

"Yeah, well your mother isn't around anymore. If you weren't always attached to that damn woman's hip, you probably would have grown up to be a real man. You're just a small child with a big mouth! I, probably, would have considered fleeing the country with you had you been manlier." Jimin's father said before stepping out of the car. 

Jimin bit his bottom lip out of sadness. His father was right. He wasn't manly. He wore sweaters that covered his small hands. He was very clingy with Taehyung, his best friend even after they graduated high school just a couple of months ago.

His mother had killed herself one night in June. It had only been a few months, but it felt like such a long time ago. They used to be inseparable. His father is an alcoholic, and would borrow money from the mafia to pay for his addiction. Life became too hard for Mrs. Park and she jumped off of a bridge, and Jimin watched it happen. Jimin has refused to go on or near a bridge since.

"Jimin, hurry the fuck up!" his father hissed, taking a long sip from his flask.

"Drinking is what put us in this mess, and yet he is still fucking drinking!" Jimin thought.  

Jimin got out of the car, and walked into the bar, trying his best to look badass.

"Ahhh. Mr. Park! I've been expecting you," a dark-haired man said, "So, I am assuming you are agreeing to the deal?"

"Yes. I will leave this country and never come back." Jimin's father said, going over to sign a contract. 

Jimin started roaming around the bar. There was a normal looking bar on one side and a love area section on the other. It reminded him a lot of the bar he worked at, but with less poles. He started checking out the bar to see what type of alcohol they sold.

"Expensive." Jimin mumbled to himself.

He turned around and met eyes with the mafia leader himself- Min Yoongi.

"Who is that?" the man asked, pointing to Jimin.

Jimin stared in shock. He was sure that the man would have known who he was considering he was being traded for the father's freedom. Maybe not his name, but his face at least.

"Oh, yessss, Mr. Min Yoongi. I said that I had a present for you. He is your present. Do with him asyouwill. He's not much but he does asheis told, and is pretty clingy. Oh, and he makes some nicccce money. I am not sure what he does, though." the father said, slurring his words a bit.

Jimin just stood there in shock. He wasn't apart of the deal. His father just wanted to get rid of him. He bit his lip out of sadness again, and walked over to the love area section of the bar. He slumped down in a pink couch. He looked cute, even though he was sad.