❀ trouble

Chapter 13

Flashback to chapter 9, after jungkook left.

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" so, you wanna talk business? " seokjin crossed his hands, eyes fixated on the trio standing in front of him.

Yoongi cleared his throat. " what do you have to offer? "

The room got quiet besides the usual sniffs from hyuna, who was still slightly battered and cowering in the corner of the room, high heels positioned awkwardly on weak legs.

" hoseok. You're the business guy, am I right? We can talk while your friends bring over the rest of us. They're in the house. " namjoon spoke up.

Yoongi immediately replied, " no. I'm not leaving him alone here. "

A silence took over and namjoon let out an annoyed sigh at the continues cries the stripper let out. He looked at her, she shut up in fear and he turned back to resumed their uncomfortable silence.

" okay then, " seokjin said. " we're going to the house together. "

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They were all entering the house, the lights still off and it's quiet. Seokjin explained there's another 2 members who are sick and sleeping, and hoseok nodded, saying " we can talk it out without them. Unless you want to, of course. " and to that the latter replied, " if you don't need them, then we don't as well. They don't know about this whole thing anyway. "

It was very precise, their conversation; after all, there was no need for introductions.

" we need our money back. " yoongi declared. " it's not your money, " namjoon chuckled. " never was. "

Hoseok was focused on their words as mark explained how they seemingly scammed them, as mark was their accountant and handled the financial side of things. Jackson seemed interested, asking him all sorts of questions. " what's a spreadsheet? "

" uh... " mark smiled in distress. Jackson was leaning forward to look at him at a better view and namjoon squinted his eyes at that. " it's a digital graph. "

" know what, I need to take a piss. Where's the bathroom? " yoongi piped up. Seokjin sighed and said, " upstairs to the left. It's in the end of the hallway. "

Yoongi nodded and walked up the stairs. He stood as he contemplated which way to take. " upstairs to the... right. Yeah. " he smiled proudly at the fact that he remembered correctly and made a right.

He walked down the short hallway and opened the last door, only to stood there freezing. The room he had reached wasn't the bathroom.

His eyes were fixated on the person sleeping in the bed as he muttered, " shit. " He took a step back and stumbled over the carpet, stabling himself and standing up safely yet making a lot of noise.

The same person stirred one his sleep, awoke and then sat up slowly, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. " w-who are you? " his gentle voice asked and yoongi almost had a stroke.

The room was dark but the window was open and the moon lit his features. Yoongi recognized him as Park Jimin. A young omega.

Jimin cocked his head to the side, confused at the latter's actions. " you... you don't wanna answer? " he asked, this time in a more stable voice. He was definitely awake now.

When yoongi continued to stand there in shock of Jimin's beautiful being, the latter got alarmed and took out the knife from under his pillow, " identity now or I'll cut out your vocal chords and feed them to my cat! "

" no! Wait- wait. Please don't. " yoongi said in fear. He was well aware of park jimin's sadistic nature.

Jimin looked at him with malice and fixed his hold on the knife. " with this knife in hand, I'm the deadliest person in the world. Killing you would be nothing but a chore for me. Take off your jacket and step into the light, stranger. Now. "

Yoongi was in a trance of some sorts; he had even forgot about his need to pee. He immediately did as he was told and took a small step, just enough for the moon to cover him with its gentle light as well.

Jimin's features softened and he lowered his knife a little bit. " g-got any weapons? "

Yoongi stood in silence. He had a weapon. It was his favorite knife, and it was strapped underneath his shirt. " no... " he lied.

" liar! " Jimin leaned forward. " take it out! "

Yoongi cringed at the sudden coldness possessing the skin of his torso as he took off his shirt. He felt Jimin's eyes on him, and the hold on his shirt tightened; for the first time since forever, min yoongi was flustered.

" hand it to me. " Jimin ordered in a shaky voice. Yoongi stepped to the end of his bed and carefully pulled out his knife out of the leather strap.

Jimin was looking up at him, still sitting on the bed while silence enveloped them. Yoongi handed him the knife and as their fingers touched for a second, there was a mutual gasp.

Jimin immediately sat up on his knees and blinked, trying to shake off this strange feeling that has come over him. " why are you here? " he asked carefully.

Yoongi looked to the side, obviously uncomfortable with being shirtless in front of an intimidating young omega as he mumbled, " it's complicated. "

" it's what? " Jimin asked rather loudly. " it's complicated. " the latter repeated in a raised voice. The room was quiet once again and the younger one yawned.

" okay, " he sniffed, still sick, " you can go. But if I ever see you again, I'll react differently. "

Yoongi admired his soft being and the way he wiped his nose against the sleeves of his pajama shirt, although it usually grossed him out, this time it wasn't the case.

He watched as Jimin's eyes started to get droopy and snapped out of his trance, wanting his dongsaeng to get some sleep.

" okay. " he said under his breath, put on his shirt and came back down the stairs, stealing one last look at the sleeping omega.

" where's your jacket? " Jackson asked him. He shrugged and sat back down, " so... what have you been talking 'bout? "

Hoseok smirked, arched a brow and glanced towards namjoon and seokjin, " we're merging. "

Yoongi's eyes widened in shock and he asked, " is this a joke? " it was absurd how weak his heart was, almost failing on two different occasions.

" no, dumbass, " seokjin sighed. " hoseok is very good at what he does. I can't believe I agreed. "

Yoongi stood there in shock as his mind started running different scenarios from the past where he used to go on missions as a teen, acting stupid and now he was about to merge with another gang. For a second, he was so overwhelmed with the nostalgic feeling rippling through him that he opened his mouth to refuse, excuse himself and get out of there yet something interrupted that.

The same omega that threatened his life. The same omega that took his favorite knife and jacket. Park Jimin.

His head spun with all kinds of feelings and he looked up and smiled, chuckling softly and saying, " okay. Where do we start? "

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