Detective Suga

Tell - 11

"Hello Jimin." Jimin's father says as the said male quietly enters the full dining room. It was surprising, since mostly it would be them two who would dine in the comfort of each other. Don't get him wrong, his dad and him didn't spend a lot of time with each other, but it wasn't like they had a great bond because they never fought.

Every head turns at the mention and stare at the small man, their eyes crinkling in disgust as they took in every cheap accessory on him. Jimin shrunk under their gazes, feeling vulnerable and weak under people who are much more powerful than he will ever be.

"Have a seat, son." His father gives him a small smile, and gestures to the seat across from him.

Something was up and Jimin could sense it. His father never smiled, not in front of other people at least, keeping his cold, stoic poker face in public. The people who were sitting at the table were wearing fancy clothes, so he assumed that the dinner was going to be discussing a business matter.

Jimin slides into his seat obediently, looking down at a spot on the table to avoid eye contact with all of the people who were watching his every move.

He hated business dinners.

Jimin's dad raises his utensils. "You may all eat now." (a/n: i really don't know how fancy dinners work bc i've never been to one yeet)

Slowly, everyone raises their utensils and dive into the delicious foods, trying their best not to make any sounds of pleasure from the  high quality. Really, it was that good.

Jimin just pushes around food in his plate, mainly because he was nervous and the sinking of his stomach was enough to take away his appetite. The suspense was killing him, and he just wanted to get this dinner over with. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave the table first or it would look bad in front of all these people, and then he would get a long lecture from his father.

Jimin's father swallows his first bite, and then looks at his son. "Jimin, we've come to a decision to help incorporate you more in our business."

The orange haired male nods politely. "Yes, what is it, father?"

"We all think that if you want to become the heir to our business you have to do more training."

"I see, father," he says grimly, knowing what's going to happen next.

The man continues. "We've gotten you a great trainer, he'll prepare you really well. He will teach hand to hand combat, clever techniques and everything else that he'll that you need to be the CEO of our company."

"Oh," was all Jimin could say. He didn't really care about the company, but he would do whatever his dad told him to do. There really wasn't anything else to do. There was too much work in rebelling, and there's no point if he's not passionate about it. And he most certainly didn't have anyone to come around and make him break the rules, and make him become those cliché runaways who lose everything because they fall in love.

So all Jimin was a puppet on strings, and the strings were all pulled by his father.

The dinner went on, everyone discussing business plans that Jimin didn't give a fuck about. All he thought about was how different life would have been if he had anyone around that actually cared about him.

———

The next day, Jimin storms into Suga's, his attitude completely different from the dinner. Here he had power, and his weak self was locked up when he roamed the corridors of D Min Enterprise.

Suga looks up from his work, raising an eyebrow. "Um, good morning to you too, I guess?"

Jimin slams the door shut, the vibrations rattling through the hallways on that floor. Suga didn't even flinch, because after all, he was a high ranking detective.

"Sorry for all of nuisance that I just did with your door. Gotta pretend I'm mad you know?" Jimin apologizes, with a meek look on his face. He fiddles with his fingers, looking at the ground.

"Why do you do that? Why don't you just be nice?" Suga questions, not taking his eyes off of the younger.

"Um, I don't think I want to share that yet." Jimin mumbles. "Whatever. Do you wanna come to my house later?" He gives him a big smile, his eyes forming into little crescents and his nose a little scrunched up. Suga's heart skips a beat at the adorable sight, but on the outside he remains his poker face.

"For?"

"Suga, I don't really have anything to do today. What's wrong with calling over a friend?" The younger looks up, and gulps at the gaze he was receiving.

"I don't want to go to your house. Let's go somewhere else."

Jimin joyfully smiles. "Come to my office at six, we'll go to my house, change, and then go somewhere."

Suga gives him a soft smile. "Sure."

Jimin turns to leave, running his fingers through his hair in attempt to fix it. Wrapping his fingers around the door handle, he turns around to face Suga. "Just don't tell anyone that we hang out, okay?"