"You're going to help me 'till you shit that shit out, understood?"
"Eat my ass and maybe you'll increase your chances of getting it sooner."
Park Jimin is a troubled teenager who steals from other people to keep himself on his own two feet. But one...
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As Jimin paces himself, leaving Jeongguk's office, he completely misses the perplexed faces of the other mafia members as they watch him walk half naked down the halls. His bottom lip is bit down on harshly between his teeth as he tries to distract himself from the burning pain of his scalp. It's as if he can still feel the ghosting of Yoongi's fingers in his hair and despite everything he does in his power, he can't shake the feeling away.
He turns the corner sharply, running into another man. He falls onto his butt and looks up, finding a rather displeased Hoseok standing before him with his arms laced over his chest.
Jimin is stunned, frozen in spot as he watches attentively in the way that Hope's irate expression veers into something of danger. Their last interaction was rather unpleasant, the words 'you don't belong here' molded into his brain for eternity.
But this look morphed look is different. Almost like the very first time they met. Hoseok has this hunger in his eyes and Jimin scrambles to his feet, tugging the white dress shirt down his thighs feebly.
"Typically I'd be angry at people for running into me. But fuck, if they look like that," he purrs almost mindlessly and Jimin takes one step back as the crimson haired man takes one step forward.
Jimin always had a feeling that he was off. But this... this is much different. He almost perfectly depicts a predator sizing up it's prey, ready to pounce at any given second.
"H-Hope," Jimin murmurs and the timbre in his voice is a great indication of fear as well as desperation.
"Say my name again. Just like that," the man demands with a twisted glint in his eyes and Jimin feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as soon as he runs into a wall. His mouth runs dry and his eyes gloss over once again.
Just as Hoseok prepares to lunge forward, a man intervenes and the teenager only sees who it is as soon as his eyes peel open.
"Fucking knock it off, Hope. Get lost," Namjoon orders and the crimson haired man sends RM a pointed, irate look. His gaze then wanders to Jimin's small, trembling figure and after they stare at each other for roughly five seconds, Hoseok walks away.
As soon as he's out of sight, Jimin sighs loudly in relief, covering his face with his hands.
"You should change, Jimin. Some of the men here can be ruthless. You have to be careful," Namjoon says and the teenager nods his head fervently.
"I'm sorry. I just... there's a lot going on. I have everything on my mind at once and-" Jimin starts but soon stops as he's unable to finish his sentence without breaking down into pieces.
"I understand. Come on," Namjoon beckons and Jimin nods his head, following closely behind the consigliere as they walk through the halls.
The teenager keeps his eyes peeled and his hand lurches onto one of Namjoon's as he looks at the men roving his almost fully bare state lacking discretion. It's as if they're sizing him up and Namjoon senses the boy's tension. RM squeezes Jimin's hand firmly and soon they finally reach the man's bedroom.
