Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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"It'll be 2000 Won, please." The shopkeeper said as Jimin slightly jerked his head in agreement, drawing out his wallet and handing her the money.
He slightly adjusted his face mask, hoping no one recognizes him, hastily taking the bag of food and making his way out, bowing a little to the shopkeeper lady.
He stood in front of the convenience store, the bag of food in his one hand as he looked around. He was wearing a big hoodie with a hat, mask, and glasses. He was scared because he sneaked out without any bodyguards.
He couldn't help it, all the right with Yoongi and trying to ignore him the whole day at work left him exhausted. He had stayed late at the studio, telling the others he would practice but he secretly wanted to come here. A seat in the garden along with some hot Chinese noodles was just what he needed.
A smile crept upon his face, feeling fresh. He strode on the road, passing by shops and making his way towards the garden. It was already dark and silent there, crickets chirping as a lamp flickered. He watched the river in front of him, imagining how cold it would be. He sat on the bench and opened his box of noodles as he drew his mask down and put his sunglasses aside. The place was isolated, so he could have his moment.
The smell of the noodles hit his nostrils, a smile creeping up on his face as he split his chopsticks in two, swirling the noodles in it and putting them in his mouth, a stain of sauce dripping down his chin as he moaned in delight.
"S' Good!" He exclaimed with his stuffed mouth. Nothing could compare to this, not even those fancy restaurants.
He was so hungry that he ate as fast as he could, choking on the noodles and coughing, his throat burning at the spicy food as he took out the small water bottle he had purchased and drunk the water down.
Jimin took out his phone, seeing Yoongi's missed calls. He paused. Why would he call? Yoongi was beyond pissed at him, and Jimin couldn't deny that he didn't share the same feeling towards the elder. He didn't wanna talk to him and ruin his moment. He knew Yoongi would call him home, telling it was late.
He remembered how Yoongi used to come and pick him up when he'd practice late. He should have understood that Yoongi's care was different.
But he didn't wanna go home.
Jimin finished his noodles, his stomach full as he wiped his mouth, standing up to discard the empty box into the bin situated nearby. He could see a few people passing by so he put on his mask again. He threw the box into the bin, dusting off his hands, content.
But his eyes widened, heart, jumping to his throat as he shook in fear. Someone had pressed their hand on his mouth, a loud screech left him but got muffled into the person's hand as his other hand gripped around his waist from behind.
He immediately struggled into the person's arms, his whole body heating in terror, the person was giant and Jimin's petite form was nothing compared to his.
He couldn't bite the man's hand due to the mask as he continued dragging him under the bridge near the river. He was pushed onto the hard wall of the bridge, causing his head to bump into it as he groaned loudly. He saw the man, he was a stranger and looked dangerous.
He was breathing hard, he jolted as the man in front of him put down his mask and Jimin's face was revealed. He checked Jimin out.
"You're a celebrity aren't you?"
Jimin was hyperventilating, the fear evident in his eyes.
"N-No...please l-let me go."
The man in front of him scoffed a laugh.
"You wish man. Now, listen you're gonna stay quiet and do as I say, or I have to make you obey the hard way."
Jimin's adrenaline was kicking in and he shouted as high as he could but was knocked back by a hard blow on the side of his face. Tears rimmed in his eyes, the sudden blow hurting like hell.
He looked up and saw the man coming near him. "You're hotter than my wife, boy." The man sneered, stepping into Jimin's private zone, chills running down the boy's spine.
