Fake Love

Chapter 14

Vs POV:

"Absolutely not! No fucking way" RM turns away from me, rolling his chair around, looking out the window. I sigh, leaning against the wall behind me while nonchalantly picking at my nails; Idiot! "You know, if hyung finds out, he ain't gonna be happy about it..." I try, anticipating, watching for any reaction coming from the chair. RM turns again, a deadly glare shooting my way. One I would cower from if I wasn't so damn stubborn.

I stand my ground, trying my best as he stalks towards me. "Not. Going. To. Happen." He pushes me with his finger after every word, leaving an invisible mark on my chest. Definitely gonna get a bruise from that. I have delicate skin, I bruise easily. "Dickhead!" I grumble, pouting as he turns away and walks back to his chair, just as the door to his office opens.

Only one person is allowed to enter RMs office without knocking first and it just so happens that it is the man I've been wanting to make an entry for a while now. I can't hide the smirk that starts playing on my face and I'm pretty sure my eyes are glistening when I look over towards my boss. He looks defeated, cursing under his breath cause he knows that there's no stopping me now unless he kills me.

"What's not going to happen?" Jin hyung chippers, skipping over to his angry little boyfriend and expects a kiss on the cheek. RM ignores it, big mistake cause Jin broadens his shoulders and puffs up his cheeks in annoyance. "Wow, someone woke up grumpy," Jin growls, catching RMs attention who quickly stands up, embracing his boyfriend. "I did not!" he defends and I can't help but snicker lowly for myself, but loud enough to catch both of their attention.

"Taehyung!" Jin runs over as if he didn't notice me previously and gives me a big old bear hug, taking my breath away. "Can't breathe," I practically whisper as Jin hyung lets me go.

Jin is the only person who calls us by our actual names, usually we go by over code names which in my case is V. "Are you the reason for this?" Jin motions his head towards the grumpy boyfriend with crossed arms, sulking in his chair.

"Maybe," I look away, trying to hide the smirk that is way too evident on my face, but Jin hyung has already noticed. I sigh, knowing he won't stop unless he gets the truth out of at least one of us. "Your boyfriend here refuses to give Jimin medical attention." I giggle, watching RMs face turn redder by the minute. If looks could kill I would probably be dead already, but I'm not the one who should currently be worried.

Just as fast as RM gets up from his chair, ready to strangle me, Jin is already in front of me, arms on hips and ears turning red. I can't help but hide behind him, trying not to laugh my fucking ass off as I watch the big and scary boss cower under his boyfriend's glare. "WHY DOES JIMIN NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION?!?!" Jin practically screams and just as quickly as I started my fit of giggles, I freeze.

It's RMs turn to watch me with a sly smirk as Jin turns around, his eyes boring into my soul. I gulp, backing away but forgetting that I was already leaning against a wall. "I may or may not have helped him a little down the stairs yesterday," I laugh nervously, looking away. "And?" Jin awaits the continuation of my little story. "And he may or may not have tripped and twisted his ankle." I play with my fingers, feeling like a little toddler about to get scolded by his parents.

Shrieking, I barely make it out alive. Jins fist collides with the wall behind me. He growls angry, while RM is rolling around on the floor in a burst of laughter. Jin turns to his boyfriend, arms on hips again; "What are you laughing about?? You think this is funny?!" and just as quickly as he started, RM stops, stands up and straightens his shirt. "No," he whispers ashamed and again I have to hold my laughter back as to not piss them both off again.

Jin gathers himself, using a moment to regain control over his anger while scolding RM about how stupid he is. I stand there, completely quiet and trying to become invisible, but Jin points to the chair in front of RMs desk and I quickly scoot to sit down in it. "How bad is it?" Jin stalks around us, arms resting behind his back while thinking. "I don't think he can walk on it and it's swollen and already turning blue." I answer, honestly. "You think it's broken?" RM asks, totally into the conversation now.

"No, sprained probably but not broken, I will have to have a look at it though." Jin confirms, cursing under his breath. "You sure?" RM asks, tilting his head towards me and for once I'm agreeing with him. Jimin trusts Jin, he thinks that Jin doesn't have anything to do with this, that he's just some ordinary gay man running a pink café and living a normal life. "I have no choice," Jin concludes. "But I don't want him to know that it's me," he seems puzzled, contemplating.

"I can blindfold and gag him?" I suggest, watching Jin try to make up his mind. "Blindfold yes, gag no need. I just won't talk to him." RM nods, motioning to me to go and get Jimin ready, besides, I have left him with Jeon for too long.

"Move him to one of the bedrooms upstairs, I need to have proper lighting," RM is about to protest when Jin scowls at him. "You killed his mother! The least you can do is give him a proper bed!" Jin snares making me swallow my laughter... again.

"Now V!" not wanting to test Jins patient any longer, I quickly get up, bowing to the both of them before taking my leave, practically running towards the basement, hoping that Jimin is still alive.

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Jins POV:

"Hurting him wasn't part of the deal, Namjoon-a," I give my boyfriend another death glare, watching as he sinks back into his office chair. He doesn't say anything, just grumbles and nods slightly.

I know he hates him.

Namjoon has every reason to hate Jimin's father, but not Jimin. He hasn't done anything wrong and shouldn't be blamed for his father's mistakes, but I know Namjoon and I know he wants to hit Park where it hurts the most.

He sighs, turning away from me before getting up and stalking towards the window. He looks lost, watching the skyline that makes Seoul, our beautiful city. "You still sure about this?" I ask, playing with my fingers while sinking down into Taehyungs previous seat. He only shrugs, but I know his answer.

He would die for this. He's determined to see this through, to get revenge even though it will most likely get him killed in the end. I tried talking him out of it, I love him too much to see him waste the rest of his life like this, but Namjoon thinks this is his purpose in life now.

To get justice.

"If you say so," I sigh, pulling a hand through my hair before getting up. He catches me before I get to the door handle, embracing me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. I close my eyes, feeling relaxed in his safety and scent. "You know why," he whispers, I nod understandingly. "Nothing will come between me and getting what I want, not even you" the last part turns a tad darker as if he tries to threaten me. I feel the shivers run down my spine, but I decide to ignore it, instead turning around to give him a kiss before I leave.