Lie to the Touch | Y.M

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Jimin pov.

Waking up in a cold sweat, was not what the boy thought he would be his wake up call. Bolting upright quickly, only caused the poor boy to almost become nauseous, his eyes squeezed shut, moaning in pain. Slowly opening his eyes he looked around the dark room, his eyes taking their time to adjust to the darkness.

Pulling his knees close to himself, he then balanced his elbows on them, bringing his hands to his face groaning into them. He felt like shit, everything felt sore and dull. He needed a shower really badly. Before that; where's his phone?

Looking around him, he tried to feel out his phone, while scanning everywhere. Finally his hands collided with something hard, sighing in relief he picked up the device. He thought he would be bombarded with notification, but he wasn't. Except for one; Jungkook.

Quickly opening it, he saw a "Thank you for the payment Jimin. You're off the hook for now." and that was all. Confused the boy re-read the words, but still they didn't make any sense. Payment for what?

He needs to freshen up, maybe that might jog his memory.

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With a sigh Jimin walked out of the washroom, drying his hair with the towel in his hands. He had been thinking about the message for so long, that he decided to finally ask Jungkook, himself.

Sadly all he found out from the boy was "that a very lanky looking man paid him off" now all Jimin had to think of was, who this man was.

Yoongi.

Dropping his phone he hurried to throw on a hoodie, and a pair of sweats. Rushing towards the front door he smacked it close behind him, jogging up to the door, only to cut short of his trip. He had halted at the notice of a figure standing in front of the man's apartment.

A thin lean figure, long blonde hair, with a short pink dress. A girl? Taking a step back, then another and another, quickly he pivoted turning to sprint towards the elevator.