Scandalous: A Yoonmin Fic

Chapter 7

Virgil quickly ushered them across the rooftop and down the stairs. At the base of the stairs, instead of going out to the main room of the club, they went through a door hidden by a large mirror. The hallway was painted black, and the walls unadorned except for the black sconces providing a dim illumination every couple of feet. Their quick footsteps echoed in the quiet.

Halfway down, Virgil abruptly stopped. Yoongi had to grab onto Jimin to prevent him from colliding with the wide muscled back of the bouncer. Virgil turned to face the two.

"I must inform you before you leave, Mr. Song requests to speak with you regarding tonight."

Yoongi frowning, glanced at Jimin. Who was currently still caressing himself and breathing erratically with his eyes shut.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea. I have to get him out of here before more problems arise."

"Mr. Song promised to be brief. He understands the situation. He just needs to see first-hand and ask a few questions. Shouldn't take more than five minutes. Please, we want to figure this out so it doesn't happen to someone else."

The rapper thought for a second before raking a hand viciously through his hair and growling.

"Fine. Let's get this over with and quickly."

Jimin was in his own world of sensation barely paying attention. When he heard the dark growl from his hyung, he felt slight pull in his stomach and a weakness hit his knees.
He groaned as he put a hand to the wall for support.

"Mr. Park, are you okay? Do you need anything?" Virgil asked worriedly.

Jimin breathlessly said no, shaking his head. The hulk-sized man nodded and resumed briskly walking. The other two were left to play catch up. When they reached the end of the hallway, there were three doors. Virgil paused in front of the one to the left and tapped his knuckles on the door.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back while he waited for a response.

A muffled voice bid them to enter. Virgil opened the door and ushered the pair inside the office. It was more spacious than imagined but Yoongi was more focused on the man sitting behind the ebony desk littered with files and papers. The man quickly stood, offering a hand to Yoongi. He was tall and bulky but fit. He had pale green, almond shaped eyes surrounded by thick black lashes and eyebrows, and a wide, straight nose. His black-brown hair was cut into a fade with electric blue streaks throughout the spiky top.

"Min Yoongi and Park Jimin, I presume?"

Yoongi nodded his head and shook hands with the co-owner.

"My name is Song Minseo and I am co-owner with Lilliana. Which, I'm sure you already knew. You can just call me Minseo. I don't care about honorifics."

He took a breath and continued.

"I am well aware of the occurrence and sensitive nature regarding this "incident". I want to apologize on behalf of myself, Lilliana and our -."

Jimin groaned and slightly collapsed against Yoongi. He placed a limp arm around his hyung's shoulder and dropped his head forward as Suga slid his own arm around the mochi's back offering support. With a quick glance at his dongsaeng, he spoke with fire.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude. Well actually, take it however you'd like. I don't give a fuck. I don't have the damn time to exchange shitty pleasantries and ask about your grandmother. To the point, he was drugged by someone in YOUR fucking club and while I appreciate your assistance and willingness to investigate, I have to get his ass out of here before anyone finds out or I will be forced to create a shit storm so large no one involved will fucking survive."