SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

veintiuno

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there was a moment of pause before the male on the phone giggled.
"like i haven't heard that before." they said dryly, causing yoongi to roll his eye. "what have you gotten yourself in to now that you need my help, hm? careless with your orders?"
"someone important to me has been taken by the jung's."
"important? was it seokjin?"
"no- someone you don't know, jimin."

there was another pause and yoongi grasped his phone tighter, trying to keep the distress out of his voice, "please."
however jimin could feel the desperation seeping through the phone, shocking the younger to silence. at last, he spoke before hanging up, "meet me at the signiel hotel. i'll be waiting there."

yoongi wasted no time in driving to said hotel, his knuckles white at how he gripped onto the steering wheel. he finally got there and bolted to the entrance where jimin stood, playing around on his phone. yoongi noticed he'd dyed his hair and grown taller since the last time he'd seen him.

sensing the elder was near, jimin looked up and saw yoongi's frame hastening towards him.
"yoon-"
before he could speak, the elder male walked into the tall building, completely ignoring the way jimin furrowed his eyebrows. the smaller scuttled behind him, frown increasing when he saw yoongi at the front desk, speaking to the woman who stood there. he saw her swallow hard and type on her computer hurriedly before nodding back at the other.

jimin followed yoongi into the elevator and huffed a little, his cheeks blowing out. "oi, i was speaking to you, idiot-"
"not in here." yoongi muttered, eyes darting to a camera that watched their every move. the latter grumbled incoherent curses before folding his arms, waiting for the lift to hurry up. it finally reached the top floor and yoongi strolled out, jimin trailing behind.

finally shutting the door, jimin pulled the elder man into a rough kiss. however, in one quick action, yoongi grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the other, his gun pressed against the smaller's clothed ribs.
"what the hell do you think you're doing?" yoongi hissed, voice threatening and soft.

the ravenette simply smirked, a fine eyebrow raising. "so, i believe this person is a.. potential love interest?" he mused, yelping slightly when he felt the head of the gun dig deeper into his ribs.
"what makes you say that?"
"you didn't kiss me back."
yoongi scoffed, removing his gun from its place and rolling his eyes.
"where i come from, jimin, it's common knowledge to pull away from an unexpected kiss."
"the yoongi i knew wouldn't pass the chance to have sex with someone- especially if they needed persuading for something." the male shot back.

yoongi's cheeks went a startling pink, and he looked away, unable to meet jimin's eyes. "so what's his name?"
"what?"
"mr. mystery man."
"why do you need to know? hell, what does it even have to do with me needing your help?"
"if you want it, you answer my question." yoongi looked back at him, sighing and pulling away from him, tapping his foot impatiently before uttering under his breath, "hoseok."

jimin spun around, eyes wide. "jung hoseok?" the other tuck his hands in his pockets, confused, before nodding.
"you know him?"
"god, yoongi, everyone knows him. he's the disowned son of jung seo-ho, for crying out loud! the same jung seo-ho who killed your parents, if you don't remember."

yoongi flinched, barely, but jimin saw it. "you're telling you that you fell for jung hoseok. can you get more stupid?"
"i know that it was ignorant of me, i know that- but it's not my fault."
"is it really? tell me- when you slept with him, did you know you were touching the kin of that bastard man who nearly murdered you? did it not click when he said his name?" he snapped his fingers in front of yoongi's face, a cold look on his face.

the male couldn't take it anymore, and he grit his teeth, turning around and kicking the wall in front of him. jimin was rather lucky; if the male wasn't self-restraining, he would be in the wall's place. a dent was left afterwards which surprised jimin to say the very least.
"don't you think i've been thinking of that too, park? how much i tried to put it out of my head? but now i can't deny the facts. hoseok is in the hold of his father and i'm here, arguing with you. forget it, i don't need your help." he glared at him before opening the door, ready to leave.

"wait.

i'll help."
the man turned around, a blank stare on his face. he waited, as if expectantly. jimin cleared his throat, mumbling sheepishly, "i'm sorry. i wasnt thinking." yoongi shrugged slightly, turning again to leave once more- until he felt a strong grip on his wrist holding him back.

"i'm sorry, okay? accept the damn apology and let me help." the elder pulled away from his hold, muttering before leaving, "i never said that i didn't accept it."