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Actions Work HeaderRating::Category:Fandom:Relationship:Characters:Additional Tags:Language:EnglishSeries: Part 2 of the seriesStats:Published:2017-02-20Words:2036Chapters:1/1Comments:5Kudos:425Bookmarks:Hits:7924if you want it, you can have itSummary:
"But Daddy, I want a play toy too!" Jimin pouted, stomping his foot petulantly. If he wasn't so cute, Yoongi would have broke out of his binds and scared the little fucker.
"Now, now, Jimin, he has dues to pay."
Before he knew it, Yoongi got into even more shit than he already was.
or: when Jimin's horny ass saves Yoongi from being murdered by his mafia boss dad
Notes:
i've been listening to "redbone" by childish gambino.
prequel to "fool me twice that's my bad"
i'm sorry this is trash.
Work Text:
"Yoongi, run faster!" Namjoon screeches as they haul ass out of the corner store they robbed. Seokjin was simply getting sicker, and Yoongi had to help his best friend out.
After all, they were the definition of starving artists, if their barely sold mixtapes were anything to go by.
"Nam, what do you think I'm doing?!" Yoongi hikes the bag further up on his shoulder, his thighs positively burning as his feet beat across the pavement. The night is cool, but that doesn't stop sweat from pouring down his face and back.
They are only two blocks away when Yoongi hears the unarguably distinctive sound of tires screeching against asphalt. Namjoon is hundreds of feet away from him, and the elder feels like he barely has a chance.
As he hears the sound of car doors opening and a herd of men stomping out, he throws the bag in Namjoon's direction and hopes for the best.
"Help Jin, Namjoon, if it's the last thing you can do!"
Namjoon turns around in confusion, watching his friend get yanked backwards by men in black suits. He knows he has to go, hoping that Yoongi understands in the end. Grabbing the bag, Namjoon runs before he too will get caught.
Lord, save Yoongi.
Yoongi comes to, the tell- tale signs of chemical sleep wearing off. The only form of relief he has is knowing that Namjoon took the money, that Seokjin will finally get the treatment he needs.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in." A short and stout man enters the room, not bothering to close the door. The pungent smell of cigars wafts in the air, coming off as waves from the elder.
"How cliché." Yoongi remarks, thinking that an intimidating person would at least have the smallest amount of creativity to come up with more riveting insults. "I expected so much more from you, what with your kidnapping of me."
"I wouldn't be using that smart mouth if I were you; you're in some hot waters." The elder man grumbled, dragging a chair so he could sit directly in front of Yoongi. Now the cigar smell was hitting full force and Yoongi couldn't help but flinch. "Guess the only way you're going to get out of here, please do implore me."
"With my charm and my wits?" What could the elder possibly do; Yoongi's been through all sorts of shit, and seeing this dumbfuck trying to intimidate him is a laugh.
