Sweet Evil

Chapter 5

{Yoongi's POV}

While driving I was trying to figure out why Jimin was crying, was it because I took him? He tried telling me he wasn't crying but what he doesn't know was I came into a my room while he was in the shower and heard him.

I kinda feel bad.... but his parents were trying to kill me and he was the closet thing to me that I knew I could threaten and get away.

Though now I want to keep him, for now I think I'll just spoil him, he will be my pet and kinda like my sugar baby, maybe without the sex but we will see later on, since I don't really know how long I'm going to keep him.

After driving for a little while I get to a clothing store that I knew Jimin really liked. I was supposed to go to work first but I called in once I heard Jimins quiet sobs.

I noticed how Jimin perked up when he saw where we were, he then looks over at me and tilts his head, speaking softly. "W-why are we here?"

I smile softly and chuckle a bit. "We are here to buy you clothes and whatever else you want, come one" I get out of the car.

Jimin soon gets out and looks around then follows beside me as I lead him inside the store.

In the store I let Jimin walk around and tell him to get whatever he wants. He looks at me uncertainly, even though he has grown up with money and always got what he wanted, I think he just feels weird to use someone else's money that isn't his parents.

After about an hour of being in the store Jimin had like 20 different outfits, 10 different pairs of shoes, some chokers, rings, underwear and socks obviously, earrings and that's was about it. I'm not going to say how much money I spent but I didn't care cause even with the amount I spent on such expensive clothing, it barely even put a dent in my bank account.

After we managed to get all of the bags in my car I then take Jimin to get him some shampoo and other bathroom necessities.

Then I take him to an art store which I think also surprised him, but as we walked around, me pushing the cart as he puts sketch books and pencils, along with a bunch of other stuff, I noticed how he had a small smile on his lips.

After all the shopping I took him out to eat, while we sat in the restaurant I decided to try and talk to him.

"Kitten?"

He looks at me, his voice still soft. "Yes..?"

"I just want to say.... that..... I'm probably not going to let you go..."

He nods and sniffles as he plays with his napkin. "I figured but..... even so.... you brought me out and bought me literally everything I wanted....."

I chuckle and smirk a bit. "Well I'm practically your sugar daddy then, even if you do come from a wealthy family yourself"

He chuckles a bit as a smile graces his plump lips. "Yea I guess you are, but I'm hard to get so don't expect me to drop to my knees and submit to you so easily"

"Is that a challenge kitten?"

"If you think it is then sure"

I smirk a bit as our food arrives. "Then let the challenge begin baby"

He smirks a bit and then we both start to eat our food that was set in front of us.

A few hours later we were finally back at my hideout, I had brought all the bags of Jimins stuff in with his help, taking it to my room. We put all his clothes away and his accessories, then put all his bathroom necessities in the bathroom.

After that I gave Jimin his own little art room, and let him spend the rest of his day there while I did my work for my mafia.

Around dinner time I go and get Jimin, I realized I would have to introduce him to the main men of my group who would be eating dinner with us.

We head down to the dinner table and I have Jimin sit down by me, the main group of men were just talking amongst themselves as Jin served all of us food.

I noticed how Jimin would shift in his seat uncomfortably, I'm guessing he's nervous.

I clear my throat and all my men look at me. I smile a bit. "Boy I would like you to meet our new recruit in a way"

I point at Jimin and they all look at him and smile, all saying hello in unison. Which I will be honest freaked me out a bit. But I just laugh it off. "Alright boys introduce yourselves"