District Unknown | BTS ✓

twenty three

{Splitting up}

Under the soft glow of the light, Jimin leant himself against the front counter of the tattoo parlour. He twirled the pen in-between his fingers before he fumbled the rotation, flicking it back around as he placed the tip to the paper once again and began to sketch out a tattoo request. Every so often he would nibble at the end of his pen, and Yoongi who was seated on the consultation couch couldn't help but snicker from afar. 

Running his hand through his faded orange hair, Jimin let out a drastic sigh, slamming his pen down against his sketchpad in defeat. Yoongi rose a brow, "Can't focus?"

With his hair falling messily over his eyes, Jimin let out a grunt as he pushed himself away from the front counter, "Not one bit." He confessed, walking over to the couch as he took a seat beside Yoongi. "We're on the run, but we've still gotta work to keep ourselves together."

Twisting his lips, Yoongi let out a breath, "You're right, its troublesome enough knowing that we're all split up now... we don't have any way of knowing what the others are up to unless Hoseok contacts us directly." 

Jimin frowned, "Taehyung and Jungkook are staying just outside the city, so hopefully they'll be alright. Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok have gone to go check out District Unknown-"

"- And we're left with the boring stuff." Yoongi chuckled deeply, "No missions, tasks or assignments." He crossed his arms over his chest, "I haven't had this much free time in all eight years of working with Bangtan."

"I forgot you've been with the gang for so long." Jimin said, leaning back against the couch, "I've only been around for the last four years."

Yoongi shrugged, "Different circumstances."

From outside the front window of the store, the soft greys of the sky opened up to rain. Slowly and steadily, Jimin and Yoongi watched from their position on the couch as rain began to speckle against the pavement, creating a sheen of water against the surface. It soon formed small puddles, the neon sign of the tattoo parlour reflecting its colourful glow against the water. 

The temperature began to fall with the rain, Jimin feeling his arms begin to shudder as the cold began to nip at his skin. So standing, Jimin made his way back behind the front counter to fetch his bag, unzipping it and pulling his hoodie over his head. As he was finishing accessorising by slipping a beanie loosely on his head, he let out a sigh, "This is so lame." he groaned, making his way back over to the couch to take a seat beside Yoongi once again, "I can't believe we, the Bangtan boys have been kicked to the curb."

Yoongi let out a huff, "They're seriously underestimating us... we ain't some average gang."

"Still, they've won this round."

"I hate this." Yoongi spoke up, his eyes cast out the front window as he watched the rain roll down the glass, "Once you let motherfuckers slide, they start thinking they can ice-skate." He scoffed, gaze transferring over to Jimin. Yoongi's stare was harsh, his eyes sharp and serious, "I guarantee they're gonna try to mess with us before the banquet."

Jimin furrowed his brows, "But they said that they wouldn't contact us about the money before the banquet?"

"And I'll hold them to their word for that... but..." Yoongi let out a breath, "The Jeons love opportunity. Now that we're vulnerable they could pick any reason why they hate us and act on it. As long as it's not to do with the money and the banquet."

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, "Maybe... but for now, we should just focus on one thing at a time." He gave a small smile, turning to face Yoongi, "Take this as an opportunity Yoon... you can loosen up a bit!" He suggested. It wasn't very often Yoongi had a free day, and now that he had a full two months to himself, Jimin couldn't help but think that all of this worrying was just Yoongi being... well... Yoongi.