Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

25.

Jimin's hands are sweaty when he walks through the hallway. He hesitatingly walks down the stairs. He's pretty sure this is where Yoongi went. The closer he gets, the louder the music becomes. The bass bangs in his ears like a knock on the door. The lights turn blue when he walks around the corner, and he gets nervous when he sees two men standing at the door. Yoongi must be in there. He already wondered what Jun was talking about when he asked him if it was a business meeting. "Name?" "P-Park Jimin. I'm here for Yoongi. He's my.. friend?" Jimin's pretty face looks shiny because of the lights and the water that had sinked onto his skin. "Alright, come in." The man says after a quick look on his phone. The door opens and the music lifts Jimin up. It's loud, but not too loud. There're people gambling on green and red tables, women walking around to serve drinks and lots of.. drugs. Jimin's eyes widen. Junseo wasn't that serious, was he? He starts thinking if he should've trusted Junseo's word. Yoongi's a dirty little drug dealer. His voice sounds bad in his mind. 

"S-Sorry, do you know where I can find Min Yoongi?" Temptation roams inside of Jimin. The temptation of taking at least something. Focus on Yoongi. The woman smiles down at him. "I think he's in the back with Fred." Fred. It's hard to breathe. Jimin walks to where she is pointing at, his eyes watering up already. He can't be really doing this, right? This is just a friend of him, right? He does not fucking work for Fred's goods, right? RIGHT? The door opens up at his touch and his heart drops. Yoongi's holding two small packages, together with someone he recognizes, too. Kim Taehyung. No one seems to notice that it's Jimin, until Fred speaks up. "What is this boy doing here?" Yoongi seems to understand those words immediately. He drops the packages onto the desk and rushes up to Jimin. "Jimin-" Before he can say anything, Jimin rushes back through the room and into the hallway. "S-Sorry, I was mistaken." He tells the two men at the door. Yoongi sprints after him while Taehyung sits down. He is rather taken by shock, he can't seem to move a muscle. "Jimin wait!" "I have to get to work." Jimin says, trying not together angry at him inside of the restaurant. "Jimin hold up!" Yoongi's fast, but not fast enough to grab a hold of him before they get outside.

"You fucking liar!" Jimin pushes Yoongi as hard as he can, anger building up inside of him. "You son of a bitch! I can't believe you!" He pushes Yoongi again. Yoongi lets him. "Jimin I'm sorry." "Get me to work." "Jim-" "Pay, and bring me to work!" His face is inches away from Yoongi's. He'd rather punch him than kiss him. "Jimin, We're doing this to-" "I don't want to hear it! From neither you or Taehyung! Now get me to work or fuck off!" Jimin is furious, not a good word can come out of his mouth right now. And so Yoongi pays the bill and ends up in a silent car, deciding if he should start talking or not. "Please just leave when you dropped me off. I'll get home myself." "You're not going near him." Yoongi says sternly. "I'd rather be with him than with you right now." "I did it for you, Jimin! WE did it for you! After Taehyung heard what he did to you.. what they did to you.. he set Junseo up. But he found out and.. now Taehyung owes him like four thousand." Jimin doesn't react. Not a single word comes out of his mouth. Not until he dares to speak up. "But you did this all even before what happened, right?" "Y-Yeah but-" "Exactly." Jimin cuts him off, and Yoongi understands that he should just keep his mouth shut.

They end up being half an hour too early, but Jimin couldn't care less. He slams the door shut and disappears into the club, leaving Yoongi hesitating behind the steering wheel. He can't just end it like this. Or can he? Yoongi reacts to his impulsive mind and steps out of the car. He makes sure Jimin doesn't see him walking into the bar, so that he can quietly hide in the back of the room. Only Hansung notices him. "Yoongi! Still here for Jimin? He's such a star. No one made me as happy as he does right now. His work is so.. immersive. So different, so define." Hansung smiles down at him. "I know. Can't stop watching him once he started, right?" "Exactly! My pretty little money maker." If it was someone else, Yoongi would've punched him. But it's Hansung, and Hansung says these kind of things all the time. "How long is his shift again? Sorry, he was kind of busy all the way here so I-" "Til' 1. So, can I get you some?" A long sigh leaves Yoongi's mouth . "A beer, please." The evening goes by slowly, one beer turning into four and nerves turning into sadness. Yoongi eventually decides to wait outside, leaning against the car as he stares up at the sky. He can only think about what he did wrong, and how he could've handled it better.