His Pet

5

Yoongi was admiring Jimin in his sleep, when the doorbell rang.

"That must be Taehyung." Yoongi mumbled, looking at his watch.

He went downstairs to his office-surprised that Taehyung was already in there. 

"Morning, Taehyung."

"Morning, Mr. Kim." the drug dealer bowed.

"How are sales?" the mafia leader asked, sitting down.

"We've went up three percent, " the other sat down, "We've made 17,007,900 won this week." 

"Great. You keep forty-five percent. I get forty-five percent. The drug cartel gets ten percent." Yoongi informed.

"Yes, sir." Taehyung said, giving Yoongi 7,655,917.50 won.

"Leave 1,701,135 won for the drug cartel in the box." Yoongi said, pointing towards a safe box.

Taehyung stood up and was immediately attacked by a small body.

"What the fu-"

"Park Jimin! I said stay in the room!" Yoongi interrupted Taehyung.

"Taetae!" Jimin screamed.

"Haha. Hey, bud. Long time no see." Taehyung smiled, patting the boy's head.

"I didn't realize you knew Mr. Min." Jimin said, still hugging the younger. 

"I told you the other night that he was my drug dealer." Yoongi sighed, walking over to the two.

"Oh, right." Jimin laughed, releasing Taehyung.

Taehyung immediately turned to Yoongi, "Why the fuck is Jimin here?"

"He said this is my new job." Jimin said, going into the living room.

"He WHAT?!?!" Taehyung yelled, getting angry.

"Taehyung, calm down." Yoongi said.

Taehyung grabbed Yoongi by the shirt and started yelling, "What the hell are you making Jimin do? I have known him since middle school, and he shouldn't be working with the mafia! He grew up way too fast and didn't get to be a child because of his father, and I'll be damned if he has to work in this line of work because of that horrible man!" 

"Taehyung, calm down. Jimin doesn't work with the mafia. I will explain everything. Come out to the living room." Yoongi spoke calmly, making Tae release his grip.

"Fine." Tae grumbled, following Yoongi to the living room.

"He lives with me, now. I hadn't planned on it, but it just sort of happened. His father was not to stay in the country, and he just dropped him off with me. His room was so bare when we went to his house. Did you realize that he was working as a stripper?" 

"Yoongi." Jimin glared.

"Did you realize he freaks out on bridges?"

"Yoongi." 

"Did you know he acts like a child when he is tired? His job here is to stay in the house. He is my responsibility now, and I won't let this child get caught in any of my mafia business."

"Yoongi!" Jimin screamed, startling both males in the room.

"What?" he asked.

"I am not a stripper, I'm-"

"Not anymore. You're not allowed to go back there ever again."

You could see Jimin's heart break in that moment. 

"Yoongi, Jimin keeps-" Tae started to say.

"I was a special serviceman. I'm not a child. I d-d-don't freak out on bridges." Jimin declared between clenched teeth.

"It's all the same. You are a child. You were shaking in my arms when we went across the bridge." Yoongi shot back. 

"You just wouldn't understand." Jimin muttered, going upstairs.

"I think you need to know Jimin's background story." Tae sighed.