𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐲 | 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 [discontinued]

12 | Blackmail

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"A date?" Yoongi said, disbelieving. Jimin has totally caught him off guard—this was so not the answer he was expecting.

"That is what I said, yes," said Jimin, leaning back nonchalantly in his seat. He was eying the prince with a coolly confident air like he was sure he wouldn't turn him down. His shy demeanor from seconds earlier had totally vanished.

Yoongi scoffed. "Why would I want to go on a date with you? There are two other people who hope to court me, why should I show favoritism towards you?" Yoongi knew perfectly well that the other two had show absolutely no interest in him, but he was grasping at straws at this point—Jimin was putting him off a little.

Jimin smirked, obviously aware of the same thing. "Because, Yoongi-hyung, you wouldn't want me to expose your little tryst, now would you?"

Yoongi's jaw dropped open in shock. "E-excuse me?!" he spluttered. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh yes, I know all about the . . . event that took place in your office on Tuesday, the fourth of December." The prince stood up in indignation, his large hands balled into fists. By comparison, Jimin was reclined comfortably on the couch, his arms spread over the back and his eyes half closed. He looked almost bored.

"Like hell you do you little—"

Jimin held up a finger, barely moving from his relaxed position. "I wouldn't finish that though if I were you hyung." The way he spoke the formality was mocking and degrading, he was very obviously aware of how much control he had in the situation.

"You have no proof, you brat," Yoongi spat.

"On the contrary," Jimin declared, reaching into his jacket pocket, "I've got a ton of proof right here."

Yoongi tensed as Jimin pulled out and waved tauntingly at Yoongi a small dark green notebook.

"Where the fuck did you get that," growled Yoongi, his fingers digging harder into his palms.

"Oh, nowhere, I just found it laying around in your office."

Yoongi cursed under his breath. He really needed to put a tracker out on it or something. 

Jimin tutted, shaking his head back and forth, a wide grin plastered on his face. "You need to keep an eye on your stuff, something bad could happen to it, you know."

"You do know you can get sent to jail for blackmailing someone, right Jimin?" Yoongi emphasized Jimin's name, voice packed with contempt. He was pissed.

"I know, but you wouldn't dare report this because I'll make sure that I bring you down with me."

Yoongi reached up and tugged on his light green locks, anger burning hot in his veins. "Fine, but what do you want from me Jimin?"

Jimin grinned ecstatically. "I'm so glad you decided to make things easier for both of us. First of all, I want that date, we can discuss . . . other things later."

Yoongi's stomach twisted in anger and annoyance. He felt sick, but he knew he had to go through with this—he couldn't risk being ruined because of the green book that was currently being clutched in Jimin's small hands.

"Am I ever going to get that back?" he asked the black-haired man, pointing at the book.

"Maybe," shrugged Jimin vaugly, pushing out his bottom lip in a cute pout.

No. Not cute. Bad Yoongi

"We'll just have to see how good you behave. Then, and only then, I might just consider it."