"its been four days. what the fuck did i do wrong?" jimin screams into the empty apartment, pulling the hair out of his scalp. he was going insane, really. he hadnt heard anything from yoongi in almost 4 days , and he could not take it.
jungkook had been over everyday, because he hadnt been to work. ever since yoongi left, the life had truly been sucked out of jimin. he almost felt as if nothing mattered. because in his head, nothing did.
he needed something. someone.
anyone.
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-one week later-
as yoongi walked into the convenience store, his mind felt dull.
he stares at jimins contact while waiting in line. he does this often, always wanting to hit "call" but sense takes over him quickly. but it never hurts to look...
right when yoongi was about to check out, his phone buzzed.
sun:
yoongi, come to the club right now
sun:
please
yoongi:
wtf hoseok no
yoongi:
im not getting involved in your gay sex life
sun:
but yoongi
sun:
jimin....
sun:
hes working here.
as soon as yoongi read the text, he damn near dropped his phone. as soon as he paid for the items, he raced to his car as quick as possible.
why is jimin there, at a gay strip club, letting people look at him... touch him...
he was not gonna let that happen.
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smoke and music filled the air as yoongi stepped into the club. purple strobe lights cluttered the place as many men, young and old, gathered in different places to see young, hot dancers on the pole.
it made him sick to his stomach to think that jimin was probably working here.
"where the fuck is hoseok." yoongi muttered under his breath, anger laced in his voice. he was angry at jimin for doing this. he was angry at hoseok for not stopping him. he was angry at himself for avoiding jimin.
he makes his way through the crowd, looking for either hoseok or jimin. all the people on the floor now arent jimin, and thats all he needed to be concerned about. or so he thought.
he soon approached hoseok, who looked half drunk sitting at the bar. yoongi didnt care. he needed to know where jimin was. "where did you see him?" yoongi asks with a cold voice, staring at hoseok in the eyes.
"g-going upstairs... w-with a boy... vip room..." hoseok stutters, avoiding eye contact with yoongi as he knew how angry he already was.
yoongi widened his eyes and bit his lip, holding back all that he wanted to say to hoseok. he wanted to yell, scream, curse at him for hours. but he knew this wasnt his fault. it was his own.
a single tear slips down his cheek as he looks to the higher loft, realizing that jimin is in there getting fucked by someone by now. he hated it.
he couldnt just let it happen. jimin is his, not just anyones. not jungkook. jimin is yoongis.
"ill take a shot, thanks." yoongi said to the bartender, sitting down next to hoseok with a blank face. oh yes. he was going to wait.
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POLARIODS AND PILLOWS.
Fanfiction"you're... what?" - in which yoongi cant stand kids, and his best friend jimin is a secret little. • • • @suicidesub, 2018.
