Yeri's steps to the path walk that leads to the back alley of the club stops.
Yeri doesn't expect to see Min Yoongi as soon as this, but in a way she is not surprise. Guys like him is not use to take no as an answer.
"It's only been ... What? Half a day? Which of my statement that I don't want to see you again that isn't clear?"
That guy's eyes are no joke. They force Yeri to take a sharp breath. What's wrong with him? What makes him to be in this state? To be this hard and disturbed?
For every step Yoongi takes toward her, Yeri takes a step back. Her motion stops when Yoongi grips her wrist and force her back to meet the cold dirty wall.
"Tell me who the fuck gave you that money?" he asks, minty breath touches her cheek. All his words are as hard as steel but burns like bonfire.
"I don't have any obligation to tell you that information," Yeri tries to keep her voice as flat as she can. No easy task as her heart is thumping wild in her chest.
The light in Yoongi's eyes flicker menacingly. Maybe she shouldn't push her luck right now, Yeri thinks. But all good will favoured into the air when his face draws closer. "Try again, sweet cheeks," he whispers. "Is it that country boy of yours? Is it him, Yeri?"
Yeri glares at him with the same hardness. "Don't bring Taek into this mess!"
Yoongi laughs, no humor in it though. He sounds so psychotic. Maybe he is, Yeri says inside her head. All that money can make someone go crazy. "'Don't bring Taek into this mess!'", he mimics her. "Just so you know, I'm not the one who drags him into this mess. You did."
Yeri gaps her mouth in disbelief. "I don't drag nobody into anything, Sir. I don't even want to be in this mess."
"Well, you are. So deal with it. Now, back to the point. Who?"
Yeri stays silent.
"You better give me name, Im Yeri. If I found out about it myself, it will not be pretty."
That threat resounds to her head faster than a bullet. She grows worry as she knows from the talks in the club Min Yoongi is known to be ruthless in bussiness wise.
"Fine. I have a side job."
The way she said it, takes Yoongi back to the conversation they had in the village. Yoongi referred to whoring as her side job. That thought only makes him angrier. "If you so much as take your t-shirt off to any men ..."
"What? What are you going to do about it?" Yeri challenges him.
"I will gauche their eyes out in front of you so you'll fucking learn not to do shit like that again."
Yeri chuckles. "That's a bit double standard, isn't it? You can call me a whore ..."
"I never called you a whore," Yoongi cuts sharply.
"Fine. Assuming that I'm a whore. What's wrong with whoring anyway? The work hour is short and the pay is excellent."
Yoongi closed his eyes shut in the act to try to control his emotions but her always sarcastic replies do little to help him about that when she continues, "Beside, it's you that makes me take a short cut. What else can I do to make that much of money in a short time?"
"You have a choice. You can come to me."
"And I already told you that I rather sleep with many men for money than be your play thing. Find some dumb bitch for that."
