Find Your Love ✔️

Act 3 : Scene 5

(a/n: this chapter is a bit graphic and violent⚠️)

The loud music funnels into the gritty restroom of the inner-city bar, the walls littered with graffiti and peeling paint, the neglected light fixture flickering as one of the elongated bulbs neared its death.

As the door shuts, the music falls to an indecipherable medley of muffled 808 drums and warped mumbles as the drunken patron walks sluggishly across the sticky linoleum floors.

He stumbles past the doorless stalls and positions himself in front of one of the urinals, shifting his stance and releasing an exaggerated groan as he relieved himself.

With his vision hooded and senses impaired by the alcohol and sketchy lighting of the filthy restroom, Ice is blissfully unaware of the door opening and closing.

He's blissfully unaware of the footsteps nearing the wall and of the man who sidles up to the urinal adjacent to his.

He tips his head back as he comes towards the end of his stream and glances over slowly towards the man peeing next to him.

He blinks through the spinning and blurred view of the stranger, his dark hair and dark hat pulled low to cover his brow.

The silent stranger glances over at him, staring at the dark tattoo on the side of his neck as he's too being studied by the drunk man.

Jimin lifts his head so that the drunken man can see his eyes.

His deep, dark, focused and seeing eyes.

"Say......" the drunk hiccups.

"Don't I..."

But before he can finish, he feels a swift force of a fist cracking against the space between his nose and his upper lip.

He falls flat against the dirty floors, now clutching his bleeding nose in his hand and scrambling backward as Jimin stalked forward to corner him.

"Aahhaaa!!! you son of a...AGHHHH!!"

Jimin plants the heel of his boot against hiS crotch, squishing his exposed flaccid member with a fraction of his body weight.

Snatching his hat from his head and reaching for his hip, Jimin unsheathes his pistol, cocking it smoothly and kneeling down to face his victim.

"Look at me," Jimin says calmly, but the man continues to writhe in pain as Jimin pressed his foot hard against his dick.

He twists his foot and Ice howls.

"I said look at me you prick," Jimin says with more venom and vibrato, and a panting teary-eyed Ice complies reluctantly, looking Jimin dead in the face.

It takes a minute for him to place Jimins face because of the alcohol but when it hits him, he sobered up enough to speak.

When words fail him and only staggered sounds fall from his lips, Jimin chuckles softly.

"Oh, surely you remember me Ice. I'm the Pussy Fairy remember?"

Ice blinks rapidly.

"I've got some questions for you boss. And you have two options." Jimin runs a hand through his disheveled overgrown black tresses with his hat hooked over the crook of his thumb.

"Either you answer them or you answer them. Simple. Unless you want your ass and your dick handed to you this time" he tilts his head to the side and snuffs his nose with his knuckle.

Ice tenses his brow and puts on his hardest face despite the pain.

"Man fuck you!" He spits in defiance.