BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Sweeter Than Sugar Pt. 3

Hello!

WARNING
There is going to be a lot of violence during this chapter.
It includes guns, fighting, physical aggression, and death. If these topics are triggering to you, I sincerely apologize, and I will be sure to put a trigger warning before the actual fighting starts.

Enjoy!

PREVIOUSLY...

"'There you are.' Before any of us could respond, one of them lunged at me and twirled me around to trap me against his chest with something pressed against my temple.

'Don't scream, don't say a word, don't make a single sound, understand?' By the look of Jeongguk's pale and panicked face as he stared at the thing pressing against my head I knew...

We were fucked."

Yoongi POV:

Never, in my entire life, did I think that I would ever be as stunned and hypnotized as I was when those stage curtains opened to reveal the babies all dressed up and ready for their show. Jimin looked gorgeous as he gracefully moved on stage and made his way down the aisle to torture me with those sinful lips and hips of his. Every touch was like fire against my skin, and by the end, I was simply a useless pile of flesh and bones that couldn't even remember my own name.

After the babies disappeared, the entire club roared with applause and cheering... well... all except for the eight of us in the back who couldn't move or speak after what we had just endured. Don't get me wrong, it was fucking fantastic. We wish it had lasted longer. But now, all eight of us were stuck where we were, motionless, speechless, and as hard as a fucking rock. Our jaws were dropped as we tried to catch our breath from using all of our strength to follow the babies' orders. Not touching Jimin as he danced on my lap was much better than getting bitten as a punishment, and since I broke a few times, there were gonna be some impressive red spots on my neck for a while. But in all honesty, I really didn't mind.

Wooyoung was the first to muster up the courage to gulp before speaking.

"That... that was..."

"Amazing," Mingi finished.

"I take it back," Yuta said. "If they're going to do that every time they go off and plan something without us, I will never complain ever again."

"Agreed," Taehyung mumbled. At that point, I was starting to get some feeling back in my body. Well... besides the part that was still very, very excited by the performance. Eventually, we were all able to move our respective limbs and speak coherent words and sentences.

As time went on, we were waiting patiently for our babies to come back out and sit down with us like they always do after a performance. Sure, they stayed backstage to clean up a little bit before coming out, but that only takes around five minutes. At the ten minute mark, the eight of us looked at each other, all of us thinking the same thing but not daring to say it out loud. There was a silent agreement between us that we would wait just a little bit longer. But ten minutes soon became fifteen, and that was when the front door of the club opened to reveal the one person in this entire world that I wanted to shoot them in their face.

Chanyeol.

The smug prick stepped inside our club with five of his men flanked behind him. He had an irritating smirk on his face: the type of smirk that a person does when they think they are the center of the universe. His black hair was swept off of his forehead and slicked to the right. He wore attire very similar to ours: black pants, black shirt, gun holster, combat boots, the works. It was the perfect outfit to suit the kind of work he specialized in: using his twisted and ice cold heart to inflict pain, traffic drugs, hustle money, and harm the innocent instead of doing whatever it takes to protect them.