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      Published: 2017-01-02 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 10/? Words: 12294
****** Regression ******
by Sub_Energy
Summary
     "Victim's name?"
     "Jimin Park."
     "Occupation?"
     "Locksmith."
     "Location last seen alive?"
     "Daegu."
Notes
     AYE so I just got bitch-slapped in the face with this idea so hear ya
     go. (Yes, next chap of Friendly Favors is coming soon btw.) I decided
     to try and write a bit of it in first person, which I usually don't
     do, so I hope it's ok.
     This first chapter is more of an intro to what's goin on with
     ChimChim. The next chap where stuff actually goes on will be up later
     on tonight, so look out for that.
     As a quick warning, I'm so sorry for what's to come in this fic.
     Please don't hate me guys, but it had to be done.
     *Internal thoughts whisper horrorific ideas as I slave over another
     chapter*
     Happy (not really, oopsies) reading! <3
***** Foreward (Entry #1: Intro) *****
Yo.
My name is Park Jimin, and my life's a god damn dumpster fire.
If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. EXO must've gotten to me and finally
ended my miserable existance, or I had the balls to go flat-line myself. Either
way, I'm most likely not on this Earth anymore, so there's no reason for
secrets here. If anything, it might end up helping you or someone else from
falling down the rabbit hole of destruction.
It all started the day I met Min Yoongi. He's the man who ended up ruining my
life. Yoongi basically runs a drug cartel, the Infires, out of Seoul's
underground. They're notoriously tied to murder and basically anything under
the sun. Let's not forget about his inner circle, though. They're called BTS;
it's a group of cold, cunning individuals that somehow climbed the hierachy of
deceit and bloodshed into Yoongi's favor. I was a part of it as well, except I
didn't earn it, it was handed to me on a silver platter...
BTS? They don't care about me. They'd jump at the chance to tear out my
intestines and wear 'em like a scarf. That's how it always was - They just
tolerated me because Yoongi was their boss, so I was safe for the most part.
That didn't stop them from punching my stomach up to my throat on bad days,
though. As long as my heart kept beating and I could still function to do his
bidding, Yoongi seemed to turn a blind eye.
 
This was essentially an endless cycle I couldn't escape from. After all, Yoongi
was the one who rescued me from my abusive parents, even if it was on accident.
Both he and I happened to be in the same place at the right time, and we both
benefitted from it as a result.
Anyway, that's enough for an intro, right? I think so. This is the story of my
life, the story of a young boy named Park Jimin.
***** Objection *****
Chapter Summary
     Jimin tried to avoid being home as long as possible, seeing as his
     parents didn't hold jobs anymore. All they did was gamble their lives
     away...
Chapter Notes
     Yooo, chapter 2!
     I tried really hard on this one, and I've changed my stanza a few
     times on how this one's gonna go. Had to make sure it'll lead into
     the next chapter the way I want to, after all.
     I'm working on an update that's long overdue for Fahrenheit, btw. Be
     patient with me, please ;-;
     Happy reading!
The sounds of sirens wailing and lights flashing through cracked windows is
what woke Jimin up that morning. It was nothing new, afterall, that's how it
always was in the outskirts of Busan. Crime ran amok due to the lack of
industry and governmental attention.
The blonde haired boy yawned, stretching his sore arms above his head. It felt
like his muscles and bones creaked with every slight movement as he leaned
toward each side. Black and blue bruises painted up his arms, but that was
nothing new. His parents had returned home late from the bar that night, and
had unfortunatley decided to check on his grades online before bed.
He was used to it, though. If he did well, his parents beat him. If he failed
all his classes, his parents beat him. He was 20 years old and was sick of
fighting without praise, so he just stopped caring. The primary influence was
due to a slogan he saw painted along an abandoned garage, "I don't give a shit,
I don't give a fuck, nevermind."
Basically, his life was pretty shitty. He only showed up to college when he was
really bored at home or was in serious danger due to his parents. Jimin tried
to avoid being home as long as possible, seeing as his parents didn't hold jobs
anymore. All they did was gamble their lives away.
The only thing that really kept him from fleeing Busan to set off on his own
(aside from lack of money) was his best friend, Taemin. Jimin and Taemin had
been friends since elementary school, where they dubbed themselves "2min". The
older boy balanced Jimin out, somehow managing to keep him out of lashing out
at society.
Taemin's family was a bit more affluent. Having originally been from Dobong-gu,
Taemin was used to woodsy areas and a small city enviornment. He also attended
schools with higher standings and had better morals as a result. In general,
Jimin felt that Taemin had everything he lacked, especially parents who
actually cared about him.
After lying in bed to massage out the dull aches in his body, Jimin decided to
risk heading down the creaky stairs to the kitchen. Judging by the silence
within his home, he assumed his parents were out drinking themselves to death
again.
Jimin checked the fridge, and to no surprise it was empty again. Sighing, he
closed the fridge door with a bit more force then necessary. 'Bam!' He whirled
around and spotted half of the refridgerator's door pressed against the ground,
having fallen off its' hinges. "God-dammit!"
Perfect way to start the day.
Jimin was starving, the refridgerator door was broken (he'd have to fix it
later on that afternoon or risk getting his face blasted with hot water by his
father), and the draft was back in his house again. 'They must've turned off
the heat again...' The boy thought, fluffing his overgrown bangs out of his
eyes.
"Jiminnie~" An affectionate call rang out, causing him to look over his
shoulder. It wad Taemin. Embracing the older man in a hug, Jimin smiled warmly.
"Whatever happened to knocking, hyung?" Taemin grinned mischieviously, "Oh,
come on. It's not like your front door's locked anyway."
At that, Jimin laughed. It was true, the lock on his front door had been broken
for years. It was just another thing his parents hadn't gotten around to
fixing, and he himself didn't feel like it either. Taemin poked his sides whike
chuckling, "I brought snacks!", and held up a plastic yellow bag from the
grocery store.
Taemin walked over to the oven and tapped a knob roughly, starting the gas.
"Pass me the bag, please. I've got a lighter and some other stuff in there."
Jimin tossed the bag over to him from the other side of the room, and grabbed
some plates. They were chipped in a few places, but still usable so Jimin
didn't care.
"I found out something interesting", Taemin said, lighting the gas and placing
a pan over it, "If you put jam in a hot pan, you can melt it down to a juice.
It tastes good over waffles, ya' know."
Jimin scoffed, "Isn't that just syrup?" Taemin swatted Jimin's butt with a
spatula, "Shut up!" and took out the waffles, generously drizzling them with
the liquified jam. "Rude dongsaeng..." He grumbled, serving Jimin and himself.
The younger man chose to ignore the small insult, his empty stomach forcing him
to stuff his face instead.
After he finished eating, Jimin dragged Taemin outside, forgetting everything
else aside from what was on his mind. "I finished refurbishing this bike! It's
pretty sweet, huh?" Even though all he could really do to it was add a few
white stripes to the faded black coating in spray paint and refill the tires,
Jimin was still proud of it. It was his bike, and it definetley required more
than a few padlocks to make sure it wasn't swiped overnight. He'd always been
good with his hands, so making locks and other tiny trinkets was easy for him.
"Oh, I forgot I gotta fix that refridgerator door! Can we run to the market
real quick so I can get some new screws?" Taemin nodded, and the two men jogged
over to the market.
What was supposed to be a quick trip ended up spanning a couple hours. The two
friends had decided to skip stones along the stream behind the store, sipping
Coca-Cola and splashing one another. It was times like this where Jimin truely
felt whole. He absent-mindedly flicked a pebble in his hands, listening to
Taemin describe the latest choreography he was learning at his university.
Jimin would sneak into his class everyso often, the class he used to be a
member of and pass with flying colors.
That was all before he ran out of money to pay for it, but the teacher took
pity on him and would let him use the studio after classes ended. Sometimes,
he'd even let Jimin come early to join a class if he helped clean up the studio
afterward.
"Hey, Jiminne?" Taemin asked, poking his cheek. "Yeah?" Jimin continued to
stare at the pebble, which he now let roll around in his small palm. "I gotta
go home now, my mom just texted me and wants me to come over for dinner
tonight..." The older man looked apologetic; he was having so much fun but
wanted to please his mother at the same time.
Jimin just shrugged, "It's fine, hyung, go ahead. I should be heading home to
fix that refridgerator, anyway." Taemin smiled softly, "I'll come see you
tomorrow, ok?", and clasped their hands together, formulating their traditional
handshake that they'd forever.
The two men said their goodbyes, and left in opposite directions as they headed
back to their own homes. Jimin whistled a tune of a song, slipping into a small
dance as he walked. Dancing was his escape. It calmed him down when he was mad,
and offered a bit of relief from stress.
As he arrived at the end of the dirt path of his home, he spun up onto his toes
for the final note before facing forward.
Facing the blackened remains of his house, burned to the ground.
***** Accelerate *****
Chapter Summary
     A sharp cough interrupted him frim his thoughts, mildly startling
     him. "You're a good dancer, kid."
Chapter Notes
     Oh shit, wuddup. Comin in hot with that new chapter lmao. I've been
     working on this one for a while, and it's a bit shorter than what I
     usually like to write but I'd rather get a move on in this fic sooner
     rather than later.
     This shit's gonna get dark in probably like 5ish chapters so prepare
     yourself for that trainwreck while you can.
     Anyways, did you guys hear about the new ARMY Bomb coming out? Like
     what the actual shit I didn't see this coming. Time to scramble all
     my money together somehow and pray to the KPOP Overlords (oops, I
     meant BigHit).
     Hope you guys enjoy this one <3
Jimin dropped to the ground, utterly shocked. His house that towered over him
just hours ago was simply...gone. All that was left was scorched, barren land
and ashes floating in the air around him.
He wasn't sure what to do, or what to feel. His usually relaxed mind was
scrambling with thoughts of 'How?' and 'Why?' After his initial breakdown, it
was then that he realized what his parents would do to him once they saw the
remains of their house.
Jimin pulled at his black hair violently as his heart hammered in his chest.
'What am I gonna do?! I can't let them come home and see me here, they'll
literally murder me.' He had started to hyperventilate, going into a major
panic. 'I have no money! And I don't wanna burden Taemin; what do I do...'
Suddenly, the man felt a strong sensation as if he was being watched. He
quickly whipped around, only to be greeted with nothing but an empty path.
Jimin stood up and dried his rapidly falling tears with the corner of his shirt
sleeve. He had no one that would help him, and staying with his parents after
all of this happened would be suicide.
'First thing's first, I gotta get out of here.' Jimin thought to himself,
patting the fallen ash off his clothing. He turned around and began to jog
toward Busan's inner city, somewhere he rarely went due to a significant lack
of funds.
Unbeknownst to Jimin, a short statured man crept out from behind a trailer once
he was out of sight. The man seemed to ponder the house's charred remains
before tossing a small object from his pocket near the former front door's
location, and silently walked away.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jimin wheezed, he should've known better than to overexert himself by sprinting
the majority of the 3 mile trip to inner Busan. Along the way, he'd had time to
think. He figured he could try and gain a bit of cash by street performing in
order to afford a train ticket to Seoul. If he managed to make it there, his
cousin would probably take him in.
His older cousin wasn't close with his family, but treated Jimin as if he was
his own younger brother. He'd definitley allow Jimin to stay until he got
himself a stable job and place to live. 'But what about your cousin's family?'
That's right, his cousin had a family now. The last time Jimin had visited, his
cousin's wife was pregnant. 'She must've had the kid by now...'
Regardless, Jimin wanted to make it to Seoul. Sure, it was more expensive to
live there, but he could always try and audition for an entertainment company
like his former dance teacher wanted him to. All his expenses would be paid for
by the company if he got in, afterall. He'd have to get settled first before
making a big change like that, though.
For the first time since seeing his ruined house, Jimin smiled a bit. There was
no time to dwell on the misfortune he just expiereinced, all Jimin had to do
was let it go and move on with his life. He looked around, and spotted a corner
that had enough room to dance. Unfortunatley, Jimin didn't own a radio or a
phone, so he'd have to sing in order to give himself music. It wasn't that bad,
Jimin enjoyed singing. He was especially proud of his ability to hit high
notes.
He contimplated which dance he'd do for a while, but was snapped out of his
thoughts by a song blaring out of an overhead speaker from the store he stood
in front of. It was one of his favorite songs, Super Junior's Sorry Sorry!
Jimin immeadiatly slipped into the music, letting the beat course through his
soul and borrowing the bass' rhythem to sharpen his movements. Eventually, he
began to draw in a crowd, who cheered and applauded. His eyes caught on one
person in particular, a mint green haired man standing toward the back. The man
kept a straight face, never glancing away from Jimin. He'd applaud after the
conclusion of each dance, silently observing. Jimin was intrigued; there was
something about this man that spiked his curiousity, and he tried to ignore it
as he continued to dance.
Jimin must've danced for roughly 45 minutes straight, gradually accumulating
quite a few bills and coins in his snapback, which he'd placed in front of him.
The crowd had basically disappated completley at this point, leaving him to
count up the money he'd earned. It was roughly enough to pay for a train to
Seoul and get him a decent meal as well. He smiled to himself as his stomach
made a few noises, mouth already watering at the thought of food.
A sharp cough interrupted him from his thoughts, mildly startling him. It was
the man from before, except now he was standing right in front of him. "You're
a really good dancer, kid. What style did you train in?" The mint green haired
man was really handsome from a closer perspective, with a soft face but eyes
that seemed to pierce through your very being.
Jimin tried his best not to sputter as he responded, but failed miserably. "M-
modern dance..., yeah. I used to attend Busan High School of the Arts." Lightly
anxious, he ran a hand through his hair and shook it out of his face, a habit
Taemin would always mock him for. The stranger's eyebrows rose in surprise,
"You attended there? Damn, that's awesome. I assume that means you probably
plan on auditioning for an entertainment company?"
His neutral expression faltered, brought back to the reality of the situation
he was in, and Jimin quietly laughed. "I wanted to for a while, but I've gotta
figure some stuff out first." At this, the other man nodded, understanding
without pressing him on what was going on, which Jimin appreciated.
"The name's Min Yoongi, by the way. Wanna go grab a quick bite to eat with me?
You look pretty tired, and a bit of food never hurt anyone."
"Yes, definetley!" Whoops, that sounded way too eager. Jimin mentally kicked
himself for making himself look like an idiot. He really wanted to spend time
with his new acquaintance, especially since he was pretty hot. Why not have a
little fun before heading of to Seoul, afterall. "I'm literally down for
anything."
Yoongi smiled, showing off his gums. "Great, I know this great little pub
nearby. It's called Bulletproof; you'll love it there." He clasped Jimin's
wrist gently, and lead the way towarf the bar.
***** New Oppurtunities *****
Chapter Summary
     In which oppurtunities are found, trust is given, and new
     expieriences form as a result.
Chapter Notes
     Wow, this shit took way longer than expected. I finally got around to
     finishing this chapter.
     For future reference, I've plotted out a general outline for the next
     few chapters, so updates should be more regular.
     I plan on giving some characters a bit of a speech pattern or form of
     slang due to their story revolving around ghetto!Korea. The slang
     will help me in protraying gang characters later on.
     Also, if you hadn't noticed, I'm giving all the members their Run era
     hair. As for why Jimin's currently blonde, you'll find out soon
     enough.
     PSA, this story's gonna start getting dark sometime within the next
     two chapters. Buckle up and enjoy the upcoming angst fest, kiddos.
     I'm literally going to hell for what's to come, but then again, so
     are all of you for reading it >:)
     As always, thank you all for keeping up with this. Comments would be
     greatly appreciated as they motivate me to update faster.
     Happy reading~ <3
Jimin probably should've been more cautious. He shouldn't just blindly trust
someone, but how could he resist? This man named Yoongi just shows up, watches
him dance, and offers to treat him for food he could barely afford.
The sun was setting behind them as the two men walked up a hill. Surprisingly,
the majority of the people seemed to be heading back to their houses already.
'It's a Friday night, what's going on?' A bunch of streetlights glowed on the
outskirts of the pathway, casting dim shadows around Jimin and his
acquaintance. Despite this, there was still echoes of music surrounding him. It
took over his steps, causing Jimin to time himself with the beat, flowing to
its' rhythem as he walked.
"So, what're you doing in the city? You seem pretty lost, almost like an
abandoned puppy." Yoongi had spoken with a slight laugh, breaking Jimin out of
his trance. "Huh? I'm just passing through on my way to Seoul, hyung-nim."
Yoongi chuckled again, absent-mindedly swinging Jimin's wrist, which was still
lightly clasped in his large palm. "Ah, no need for formalities. Just call me
hyung." The blonde haired man gaped a bit, "Well then, hyung, what're you doing
in Seoul?" "I'm here visiting a friend. He actually owns Bulletproof, so you'll
probably meet him once we get there. Speaking of which," he gestured to a
building across the street, "There it is."
The bar's exterior was decorated with flashing neon lights, colored white and
silver. A bulletproof vest logo hung above its' wooden double doors, and a red
velvet rope lined the path inside. Near the entrance stood a guard, who simply
nodded at Yoongi's waved hand.
Curious, Jimin questioned the older man as they entered the bar. "Do you know
all the employees or something?" It was kind of odd how the bouncer didn't ask
them for an ID or anything upon entering. Jimin didn't necessarily look his
age, as he had a bit of baby-fat left in his cheeks and was on the shorter
side. Yoongi was also roughly his height, but you could just tell he belonged
there somehow. It was the way he carried himself. A quiet confidence, gained
through-
"Ah, Yoongi-hyung! Welcome!" Someone called out from next to a bar cabinet,
"Come sit over here!" His green-haired companion softly grinned, exposing a few
of his front teeth. "Namjoon, it's good to see you. How've you been?" To say
the least, Namjoon had quite an interesting appearance. His shaggy, blonde hair
was slicked back in a style resembling the pompadour. He wore a white collared
shirt, which was paired with a black pullover printed with an English word and
black skinny jeans.
The blonde haired man chuckled, slightly leaning over the mahogany bar table.
"The usual. Business' been booming lately; I almost never have freetime to just
step out for a quick smoke anymore. A guy needs his private time, ya know?"
Jimin simply observed the interaction between both older men, taking in the
scenary of the bar surrounding him.
A group of muscular looking men sat in a corner playing cards. They were
stacking them precariously into what appeared to be a tower. A few women were
playing poker near the back, exclaiming loudly as one of them claimed a full
house. Another duo on the further end of the bar table smashed their bottles
together as they raced to chug their beer.
"Jimin, did you hear what Namjoon just said?" Jimin jolted in surprise, still
watching the cue-ball roll into one of the holes on the table. 'Game over,
huh...' "Sorry, hyung, what'd you say?" Yoongi sighed in annoyance and took a
swig of whiskey. "Namjoon was asking you about yourself, if you'd just listen a
bit more, you would've heard him."
Namjoon blinked apologetically at him, choosing to clasp his hands beneath his
chin and listen. "Well, there's really not that much interesting about me. I'm
headed to Seoul to look for a job and possibly audition for an entertainment
company, but I'm still not sure. I don't think I'm good enough."
Yoongi whipped his head toward him, glaring. "Bullshit, you're the best dancer
I've ever seen. Any company would be lucky to have you." Jimin smiled
sheepishly, missing the way Namjoon raised his eyebrows at Yoongi's sudden
praise. "You must be really good to have gotten Yoongi-hyung's approval. He
doesn't bestow his approval lightly."
"I'm honestly not that good. I'm just ordinary. To be perfectly honest, I'm
worried about how I'd do in the idol industry. Constant attention doesn't
really appeal to me." He fell silent, stirring a glass of wine that sat in
front of him. Yoongi must've ordered for him while he'd been zoning out, as a
plate of lamb skewers sat beside it.
The day's events still lie heavy on his mind, but he was greatful for the
oppurtunity to unwind a bit. Jimin's stomach growled a bit, so he quickly bit
off large chunks of lamb to quell his festering hunger. "Have you ever thought
about any other jobs?"
Jimin swallowed, the warm, light sauce on the meat coating his throat. "I don't
know. I'd prefer something quiet, but it all depends on what's available. Not
having to rely on others would be kinda nice, I guess." Yoongi interjected,
sliding his empty glass across the table to Namjoon. "How'd you feel about
working as a personal assistant?"
"Oh, you mean like the person who goes on coffee runs for big-wig corporate
CEOs? I don't know. To my knowledge, they get bossed around a lot and their
bosses are mean." Yoongi awkwardly cleared his throat, "Uh, I was kind of
referring to myself. I need an assistant."
Jimin blushed, yanking his oversized sleeves over his tiny palms as a way to
coccoon himself away from shame. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you
meant yourself, nor did I even know you're a CEO! Ah, I'm a mess. You're
actually the nicest hyung ever!" The green haired man laughed, patting the
embarrassed boy on the shoulder. "No, I'm not a CEO. I just lead a bunch of
people in an organization."
"That's essentially a CEO, Yoongi-hyung."
"Shut up, Namjoon. Anyway, I wouldn't have you get me coffee and shit, that's
what one of my other employees does. You'd just be responsible for running a
few errands here and there to deliver files and other paperwork."
Jimin pondered, unsure of what to do. "Hmm, I really don't know..." Yoongi cut
into his speec again. "How about this; you work for me until you have enough
money to make it to Seoul and survive stabley, or you could choose to continue
working for me if you'd like."
And now for the golden question, the one he'd been dying to ask, "How much
would you pay me?" Yoongi's answer came immeadiatley and without hesitation
"$200 an hour." Internally, Jimin's mind was screaming at him. 'Yooooo, Yoongi-
hyung must be loaded! That wage is absolutley rediculous! I'll be in Seoul with
my own home faster than I can imagine!'
His heart hammered in his throat at the older man's proposal. "Deal." Yoongi
smiled at him, lips curling together thinly as he stretched out a hand.
"Welcome to the business."
Behind both men, Namjoon's eyes narrowed in suspicion, silently calculating the
underlying thoughts that undoubtedly raced through his boss' scheming mind.
***** A Chance *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we encounter Namjoon, a friend of Yoongi's, Jimin stuffs his
     face with various food, and a proposal is made.
Chapter Notes
     This took waaaayyyy longer than it should've, oops.
     I've lowkey been fleshing out this fic in one of my school notebooks
     instead of paging attention *sweat drops*
     I was gonna make this chapter a bit longer, but, I'm lazy af and want
     to sleep. To be honest, I've been feeling kinda unmotivated to write.
     I always hope for comments whenever I write, and don't really get
     them on any of my fics often. The comments feel like my efforts are
     valued, which makes me want to continue to update, and release
     chapters sooner as a result. Any comment or kudos really motivates
     me!
     Enough about that, but have any of you caught up in Hwarang? The last
     episode aired today :( My Mondays and Tuesdays will never be the
     same...
     Regardless, I wish you all a good week, and I hope you enjoy this
     update even though it's tiny!
     *whispers* Things are gonna start getting good next time :3
Jimin probably should've been more cautious. He shouldn't just blindly trust
someone, but how could he resist? This man named Yoongi just shows up, watches
him dance, and offers to treat him for food he could barely afford.
The sun was setting behind them as the two men walked up a hill. Surprisingly,
the majority of the people seemed to be heading back to their houses already.
'It's a Friday night, what's going on?' A bunch of streetlights glowed on the
outskirts of the pathway, casting dim shadows around Jimin and his
acquaintance. Despite this, there was still echoes of music surrounding him. It
took over his steps, causing Jimin to time himself with the beat, flowing to
its' rhythem as he walked.
"So, what're you doing in the city? You seem pretty lost, almost like an
abandoned puppy." Yoongi had spoken with a slight laugh, breaking Jimin out of
his trance. "Huh? I'm just passing through on my way to Seoul, hyung-nim."
Yoongi chuckled again, absent-mindedly swinging Jimin's wrist, which was still
lightly clasped in his large palm. "Ah, no need for formalities. Just call me
hyung." The blonde haired man gaped a bit, "Well then, hyung, what're you doing
in Seoul?" "I'm here visiting a friend. He actually owns Bulletproof, so you'll
probably meet him once we get there. Speaking of which," he gestured to a
building across the street, "There it is."
The bar's exterior was decorated with flashing neon lights, colored white and
silver. A bulletproof vest logo hung above its' wooden double doors, and a red
velvet rope lined the path inside. Near the entrance stood a guard, who simply
nodded at Yoongi's waved hand.
Curious, Jimin questioned the older man as they entered the bar. "Do you know
all the employees or something?" It was kind of odd how the bouncer didn't ask
them for an ID or anything upon entering. Jimin didn't necessarily look his
age, as he had a bit of baby-fat left in his cheeks and was on the shorter
side. Yoongi was also roughly his height, but you could just tell he belonged
there somehow. It was the way he carried himself. A quiet confidence, gained
through-
"Ah, Yoongi-hyung! Welcome!" Someone called out from next to a bar cabinet,
"Come sit over here!" His green-haired companion softly grinned, exposing a few
of his front teeth. "Namjoon, it's good to see you. How've you been?" To say
the least, Namjoon had quite an interesting appearance. His shaggy, blonde hair
was slicked back in a style resembling the pompadour. He wore a white collared
shirt, which was paired with a black pullover printed with some English word
and black skinny jeans.
Politely, Jimin bowed and introduced himself, immeadiatley noting that he was
younger than his hyung's friend. Namjoon dipped his head in greeting, fishing a
lighter out of his pocket for a bit of incense displayed on the bar.
He chuckled, slightly leaning over the mahogany bar table as the sandalwood
incense began to smoke. "The usual. Business' been booming lately; I almost
never have freetime to just step out for a quick smoke anymore. A guy needs his
private time, ya know?" Jimin simply observed the interaction between both
older men, taking in the scenary of the bar surrounding him.
A group of muscular looking men sat in a corner playing cards. They were
stacking them precariously into what appeared to be a tower. A few women were
playing poker near the back, exclaiming loudly as one of them claimed a full
house. Another duo on the further end of the bar table smashed their bottles
together as they raced to chug their beer.
"Jimin, did you hear what Namjoon just said?" Jimin jolted in surprise, still
watching the cue-ball roll into one of the holes on the table. 'Game over,
huh...' "Sorry, hyung, what'd you say?" Yoongi sighed in annoyance and took a
swig of whiskey. "Namjoon was asking you about yourself, if you'd just listen a
bit more, you would've heard him."
Namjoon blinked apologetically at him, choosing to clasp his hands beneath his
chin and listen. "Well, there's really not that much interesting about me. I'm
headed to Seoul to look for a job and possibly audition for an entertainment
company, but I'm still not sure. I don't think I'm good enough."
Yoongi whipped his head toward him, glaring. "Bullshit, you're the best dancer
I've ever seen. Any company would be lucky to have you." Jimin smiled
sheepishly, missing the way Namjoon raised his eyebrows at Yoongi's sudden
praise. "You must be fantastic to have gotten Yoongi-hyung's approval. He
doesn't bestow compliments lightly."
"I'm honestly not that good. I'm just ordinary. To be perfectly honest, I'm
worried about how I'd do in the idol industry. Constant attention doesn't
really appeal to me." He fell silent, stirring a glass of wine that sat in
front of him. Yoongi must've ordered for him while he'd been zoning out, as a
plate of lamb skewers sat beside it.
The day's events still lie heavy on his mind, but he was greatful for the
oppurtunity to unwind a bit. Jimin's stomach growled a bit, so he quickly bit
off large chunks of lamb to quell his festering hunger. "Have you ever thought
about any other jobs?"
Jimin swallowed, the warm, light sauce on the meat coating his throat. "I don't
know. I'd prefer something quiet, but it all depends on what's available. Not
having to rely on others would be kinda nice, I guess." Yoongi interjected,
sliding his empty glass across the table to Namjoon. "How'd you feel about
working as a personal assistant?"
"Oh, you mean like the person who goes on coffee runs for big-wig corporate
CEOs? I don't know. To my knowledge, they get bossed around a lot and their
bosses are mean." Yoongi awkwardly cleared his throat, "Uh, I was kind of
referring to myself. I need an assistant."
Jimin blushed, yanking his oversized sleeves over his tiny palms as a way to
coccoon himself away from shame. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you
meant yourself, nor did I even know you're a CEO! Ah, I'm a mess. You're
actually the nicest hyung ever!" The green haired man laughed, patting the
embarrassed boy on the shoulder. "No, I'm not a CEO. I just lead a bunch of
people in an organization."
"That's essentially a CEO, Yoongi-hyung."
"Shut up, Namjoon. Anyway, I wouldn't have you get me coffee and shit, that's
what one of my other employees does. You'd just be responsible for running a
few errands here and there to deliver files and other paperwork."
Jimin pondered, unsure of what to do. "Hmm, I really don't know..." Yoongi cut
into his speec again. "How about this; you work for me until you have enough
money to make it to Seoul and survive stabley, or you could choose to continue
working for me if you'd like."
And now for the golden question, the one he'd been dying to ask, "How much
would you pay me?" Yoongi's answer came immeadiatley and without hesitation
"$200 an hour." Internally, Jimin's mind was screaming at him. 'Yooooo, Yoongi-
hyung must be loaded! That wage is absolutley rediculous! I'll be in Seoul with
my own home faster than I can imagine!'
His heart hammered in his throat at the older man's proposal. "Deal." Yoongi
smiled at him, lips curling together thinly as he stretched out a hand.
"Welcome to the business."
Behind both men shaking hands, Namjoon's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He
silently tried to calculate the underlying thoughts that undoubtedly raced
through his boss' scheming mind. "What's he up to..." The blonde haired man
adjusted his spiked hair as a waiter delivered a plate of steak and fries.
Yoongi winked at the passing waiter in silent greeting, carrying on his
conversation with Jimin. "So, do you have your own place nearby?" The younger
man wiped his greasy palms on a nearby napkin, carefully formulating his
response. "Not anymore, I just sold my apartment. There was some weird gas leak
or something of the sort that would've ended up costing me a fortune to fix."
Namjoon cackled, throwing his head backwards at an odd angle. "So you left it
for the next owner to deal with?! Hahaha, I like you, Park! You're a straight
up savage." Jimin masked his anxiety over his lie with a quick swig of wine,
almost choking on it when the liquid went down the wrong windpipe in his
throat.
Green hair entered his vision as Yoongi's face was suddenly close to his own.
"Do you wanna stay at my place, then? I've got a spare room." Jimin's cheeks
flushed red, thinking of what the older man could possibly be implying. "A
friend of mine also lives with me, so there's no need to worry of you're scared
of me trying something, because I can assure you I won't." Yoongi maintained a
neutral expression, but his eyes told Jimin a completely different story. There
was something hidden there; loads of words left unsaid.
"Um, I-I guess, if you wouldn't mind..." He was hesitant, absolutley terrified
to be putting so much trust in the handsome stranger sitting before him. It's
not that he had never hooked up with someone before, but those he'd chosen for
such events were typically his own friends in the midst of drunken stupidity or
other people he'd known for a while and trusted.
Yoongi's mouth twisted into a tight smirk, "Great. Let's head out, because I've
got a meeting tomorrow and I'm taking you with me." Jimin simply gaped, a half-
bitten french fry dangling from his parted, plush lips. "Trust me when I say
you'll need the rest."
"Namjoon, I'll see ya later, buddy. Let me know if you hear anything from
Chanyeol, ok?" The bartender nodded, and walked off into the back area of
Bulletproof.
"Come on, Jimin. I'll tell you all about what to expect tomorrow on the way to
my house."
***** Homecoming *****
Chapter Summary
     "If you want, I can show you your room before giving you a list of
     your duties for tomorrow." Jimin beamed, light practically radiating
     from his bright smile. "Yes, please!"
Chapter Notes
     Wow, it's been a hot minute. I sincerely apologize for how long it's
     been since I updated this. I never meant for so much time to pass.
     School's almost out, so that means lots of more regular updates.
     I have rough summaries written for the next two chapters, so that
     should help me speed along the writing process.
     I hope you continue to show this story some love! It's gonna start to
     get dark within the next few chapters; don't say I didn't warn you...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
Yoongi neatly parked his black Hellcat into the massive parking lot below his
high-rise apartment and turned off the engine. "So, as I was saying, your
duties will be relatively easy. You'll be responsible for scheduling
appointments between me and other associates based on my schedule, arranging
travel when required, and basically anything else that comes up."
Jimin quickly checked his hair in the side view mirror, grimancing at the cut
and color before exiting the car. He'd been having to cut his hair himself for
quite a while, seeing as his parents had withdrew all funding from him.
Dropping his discarded sweater into his lap, he ran a hand through the heavy
strands. He swept a wispy fringe to the side and ran to catch up to Yoongi, who
got into an elevator.
He nodded as he watched Yoongi input a 6 digit passcode into the door of his
apartment, explaining the necessity of getting it right on the first try.
"There's a security system that'll automatically torch the entire place if the
passcode is inputted incorrectly, so make sure you memeorize the number." The
mahogany door swung open, and the penthouse suite sprawled before him. Jimin
surveyed the warm yet modern décor as he moved through the door.
"Like what you see?" Yoongi smirked, observing the younger man's reaction to
his suite. It was quite endearing, to be honest, watching Jimin stumble around
the parlor. "Every room here is open to you, except for the attic. Please make
yourself at home and feel free to wander as you'd like." The ginger-haired man
stood toward the center of the vast parlor, marveling over the leather lined
couches, antique cabinets, and other luxuries he wasn't fortunate enough to
have as he grew up.
"If you want, I can show you your room before giving you a list of your duties
for tomorrow." Jimin beamed, light practically radiating from his bright smile.
"Yes, please!" The green haired man chuckled, leading Jimin down a painting
lined corridor further into the suite. One painting in particular caught
Jimin's attention, displaying winged humanoid creatures falling from a
blackened sky.
Yoongi noticed his intrigued gaze, following it directly toward the painting on
their left. "That painting was made by my friend, Seokjin. It's called The Fall
of the Rebel Angels." Jimin seemed to ponder the title, gently stroking his
fingers along the gold frame for a moment before continuing down the hallway.
Jimin's room was a lot larger than he expected. It had a queen sized bed in the
middle of the room with sheer white curtains hanging down from the rafters. A
large walk-in closet was opposite his bed on the left, and there was also an
oak desk in the corner near a stained glass window.
"This room's beautiful! Is it really ok that I use it?" The orange haired man
questioned. He still couldn't believe his luck in meeting Yoongi. He wouldn't
have to worry about having to take care of himself for a while now. Of course,
it was a little odd that the older man was so willing to help him out, but
Jimin talked himself into believing in the kindness of others.
Yoongi nodded warmly, and gestured toward the large walk-in closet. "My younger
brother used to reside here for a while; and chose to leave quite a few of his
old clothes here. You're free to use them, or you can purchase more with your
salary. " Glancing toward the closet, the green haired man added, "Also, you'll
need to wear a suit for my business meetings, so you'll have to make due with
one of my brother's for now. I'm sure at least one will fit you."
The younger man took his time leafing through the closet, eyeing a loose fitted
black jacket and a white collared shirt. It was paired with a red, velvet tie.
Mentally, he automatically selected that outfit as what he'd wear the next day.
"I left tomorrow's schedule on the dresser. It's getting late, so I recommend
you get to sleep. We've got quite a bit of stuff to do tomorrow." Yoongi bid
him good night, and exited the room. Jimin spent quite a bit of time exploring
his new room, trying on various clothes from the closet that he knew he'd never
afford on his own.
Quite a bit of time passed, and his outfit pairing was interrupted by the loud
slam of the front door. Startled, the young man jumped, and crept closer toward
his bedroom door. Muffled talking could be heard from the other side, causing
Jimin to have to press his ear against the door.
"Jin! Oh my god, you idiot!" Someone exclaimed shrilly. Some portions of the
conversation taking place were whispered, leaving Jimin to catch bits and
pieces of what was being said. "You're so careless...how could you...Hoseok
said..."
There was another voice, much softer in tone than the first. "I know...it's all
because of iKon. They're up to something..." Desperate to hear more, Jimin
leaned further into the door.
"Creeaaakkk"
Gasping at having made a noise, Jimin raced back to his bed and dove under the
silk covers. He stuffed his head beneath a pillow, trying his best to calm his
rapidly beating heart.
Jimin heard footsteps approaching, and eventually his door opened slightly, dim
light pouring into the darkened room. It was absolutely silent for a few
moments, and then he heard the door shut again.
'What was that?!' His mind questioned as his breathing slowly returned to a
normal pace. Despite the odd occurrence and partial conversation he'd
eavesdropped into, sleep found Jimin much faster than he anticipated. He didn't
even remember falling asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Ohohoho, what happened to who Yoongi was talking to? Why was Yoongi
     so distressed? I guess you gotta wait and see :)
     Next time: "Listen to Yoongi-hyung, ok? Trust me when I say you're on
     the high road right now." Although confused, Jimin nodded, and the
     frown seemed to dissipate slightly from the younger man's face. "It's
     the only way to stay safe, Jiminie..."
***** The First Day *****
Chapter Summary
     Upon arrival, Yoongi parallel parked toward the back of the building
     and locked the car once Jimin exited as well. "I'm just going to be
     meeting up with a couple clients for an hour or two. You're free to
     wander around the nearby streets, and I'll call you once I'm done."
     The ginger haired man smiled sheepishly, looking anywhere but
     Yoongi's face. "Um, hyung...I don't have a cellphone."
Chapter Notes
     YOOOOO I KEPT MY PROMISE, WHO KNEW? Lol I certainly didn't. Idk why
     but I found this chapter hard to write, which is why it's taken me so
     long to upload.
     I hope you guys enjoy this since you've waited so long! I really do
     hope it'll meet your expectations :)
     Without further ado, happy reading!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
      
  'Knock knock' The mahogany door slowly opened a crack. "Jimin? It's time to
get up." The half-asleep man groaned, stuffing his face underneath a satin
pillow. "It's too early...my head is pounding..." Yoongi chuckled, stepping
inside the room to open the curtains. "You know, you're gonna have to get
yorself up after today. We have a meeting to attend."
  "Please, hyung, five more minutes?" Jimin whined, his voice slightly muffled
by the pillow. "2." Yoongi quipped, "The maid already made us breakfast, hurry
up before your food gets cold." The ginger-haired man burrowed further into
then blankets, doing his best to ignore the morning sunlight streaming onto him
from the open windows.
  No sooner had he closed his eyes for his promised two extra minutes of sleep,
his employer was smacking his calf. "Alright, Jimin, that's enough. You still
need to get dressed and I planned on stopping at a coffee shop prior to the
meeting, but we don't have time anymore."
  Grumbling, the younger man rolled out of bed and stepped into a pair of
designer slippers, which were waiting at the foot of the bed. "What do we even
have to do today, hyung?" Jimin questioned as he pulled on his collared dress
shirt and haphazardly buttoned it, taking note of his new boss' stylish
appearance.
  Yoongi was dressed elegantly; pairing a black collared shirt with a red
velvet blazer that had gold embroidery and black slacks. His outfit was
completed with dainty silver earrings and what appeared to be a hint of makeup.
  Jimin was positively drooling.
  "...I have a meeting today, remember? I won't be needing you during the
meeting but we'll be going shopping afterwards for some supplies." Yoongi
replied as he fluffed his own hair in the living room mirror, glancing over his
shoulder occasionally to check on Jimin's progress as he changed.
  He leaned closer to the mirror and grimaced at how his undercut was growing
out significantly. He rubbed a few of the mint strands hiding his forehead
between his thumb and fingers a bit, and then gave up to ruffle them messily
instead.
  "Oh, really? That's it?" The ginger-haired man's voice rose a bit in
excitement. "Does that mean we could do something fun afterward? Like an
arcade?"
  Yoongi chuckled, grabbing his keys as Jimin slipped on his shoes. "Sure, we
can do that. Also, you messed up your tie. I'll have to fix it for you once we
arrive at my meeting." Jimin blushed a bit, and followed the older man out the
door.
   They took the elevator down to the apartment building's lobby, making small
talk throughout the ride. Jimin had been given a small briefcase to hold a
wallet, which had been filled with enough cash to feed a family of four for a
week, the day's schedule, and an address book of the locations they'd visit.
  Yoongi dug deep in his pocket due to a vibration coming from his phone. He
held up a finger at Jimin, who looked like he wanted to say something, and slid
the answer button. "Yes, Hoseok?" Yoongi's voice gradually took on an
exasperated tone as he continued to converse with the caller, appearing to get
annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. We'll be there soon. Tell Kook to handle that, and we'll
deal with it later. I know he's been itching to get out in the field. Keep an
eye on him, though."
  The elevator dinged to announce their arrival in the lobby, and Yoongi
abruptly hung up his phone. "Who was that?" Jimin asked, fingering the loop in
his loosened tie thoughtfully.
  "No one you need to worry about. Just one major pain in my ass." Jimin
frowned at Yoongi's response, highly aware of his shift in mood. Noticing
Jimin's slight annoyance, Yoongi forced a smile, "Come on, as soon as I'm done
with my meeting the sooner we can go to the arcade."
  Immediately, the sparkles of joy Yoongi loved returned to Jimin's eyes, as
the younger man practically skipped out of the elevator. He chuckled softly,
and followed Jimin out to the parking garage.
~~~~
  The car ride was fairly pleasant, filled with Jimin screeching over how he'd
never experienced heated seats before and blasting various songs on max volume.
Yoongi had felt like he was going to pass out, but enjoyed watching the younger
man have fun.
  Upon arrival, Yoongi parallel parked toward the back of the building and
locked the car once Jimin exited as well. "I'm just going to be meeting up with
a couple clients for an hour or two. You're free to wander around the nearby
streets, and I'll call you once I'm done."
  The ginger haired man smiled sheepishly, looking anywhere but Yoongi's face.
"Um, hyung...I don't have a cellphone." His boss' face blanched for a moment,
and then returned to its usual gummy smile. "Right, I forgot to tell you I
bought you one last night."
  He reached into his blazer and pulled a cherry red iPhone from an inner
pocket, passing it to Jimin's outstretched hands.
"Hyung..." He stared at his new possession incredulously, he couldn't believe
he now owned a cellphone, as it wasn't a luxury he could ever afford. "Wow, um,
you didn't have to spend that money on me. I'm sure you could've used it on
something much more worth it..." He trailed off.
  "Nonsense," Yoongi replied, "I need you to have a phone so I can contact you.
I uploaded my number into it already, so don't worry about that." Jimin thanked
him, clutching the new phone tightly in his small palms. "Anyways, I've got a
meeting to get to, so I'll see you later."
  "Ok, bye, hyung! Have fun!" Jimin waved his boss off, watching him enter the
heavy glass doors. Left to his own devices, Jimin took to looking around at his
new surroundings. He appeared to be in some sort of outskirts of a financial
district. There was a bibimbap restaurant to his left along with a few other
shops and office buildings, and across the street was a dainty looking café
with cute pastel decorations that caught his eye immediately.
  He crossed the street quickly, speed walking up to the café. A gust of
ventilated air smelling of coffee cooled Jimin's face as he crosses the
threshold into the café. Once inside, his quick pace took on the beat of
popular music playing overhead as he approached the cashier.
  Jimin ordered passion fruit tea and a scone with the money Yoongi provided
him with, and took a seat toward the front corner of the store. Despite
enjoying the scent of coffee, he couldn't bear to drink it. He felt that its'
taste was a bit too bitter, even when sweetened with cream and sugar.
  Only when he bit into his strawberry scone did he remember that he hadn't had
a chance to eat breakfast due to getting up so late. Feeling his stomach growl,
Jimin quickly wolfed down the remaining bites of his scone to quell the hunger
pangs.
  Jimin was able to pass time fairly well, attempting to learn his phone's
various functions as he slowly sipped his tea.

  "Excuse me, are you Park Jimin?" Slightly startled, Jimin jumped a bit in his
seat and banged his knee on the table. "Ow, shit!" The stranger standing in
front of his table coughed awkwardly, bringing him back into Jimin's attention.
His entire outfit was primarily beige and light brown, with the exception of
his chocolate brown hair that hid hints of green highlights.
  "Yes, why?" He answered without a second thought, before realizing that the
man in front of him could be an undercover policeman his parents sent after
him. Jimin panicked, abruptly jumping up. "Oh no, please don't send me back to
them! I swear, I didn't mean to burn down the house! If you send me back there,
they'll kill me!"
  "...Jin-hyung wasn't lying, huh?" He seemed to ponder out loud to himself.
The man held his hands up in a non threatening manner and introduced himself.
"Sorry, I'm kinda bad at not making people think crazy things, oops. I'm Kim
Taehyung, I also work for Yoongi-hyung."
  Jimin's anxious front melted like butter at the revelation, and he shook
hands with Taehyung. "Nice to meet a fellow coworker." The newcomer slid into
the seat across from Jimin, and chatted with him for a while about random
things.
  "Hyung, how long has Yoongi-hyung been in his meeting for?" Taehyung asked,
taking a large gulp of his caramel macchiato. "Hmm, maybe an hour or-"
  He was cut off by his phone buzzing, displaying none other than Yoongi as the
caller. Taehyung's eyes widened, and quickly rose from his chair. "Listen,
hyung, I gotta go. We'll talk sometime soon."
  "Wait, how do you know I'm older than you? And why are you leaving so
suddenly?" Taehyung just smiled, although it was more like a pained grimace. "I
just know." He quickly disposed of his things as Jimin's phone continued to
buzz against the glass table.
  "One last thing, hyung, and please remember this. Listen to Yoongi-hyung no
matter what, ok? Trust me when I say you're on thin ice. If you need anything,
I'm here for you." Upon completing his statement, Taehyung bolted out the door.
  Confused, Jimin just sat there for a moment before answering his phone.
"Hello, hyung? Are you finished?" The older man responded after a moment's
pause. "Yes, come back to the parking lot so we can shop and go to the arcade.
That meeting drained me."
  The ginger haired man agreed and hung up, leaving a small but generous tip on
his table for the kind waitress as he exited the café. Jimin's thoughts drifted
further from his weird encounter with Taehyung as his mind raced with how he
planned on slaughtering Yoongi at DDR. He didn't seem to notice the CCTV's
affixed to the store front's target his every move as he neared the building
from before...
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well, what'd you think of this update? I was gonna make it a bit
     longer but it's 2AM and I have work at 8AM. To make up for that, I'll
     try and push myself for another update by Wednesday.
     What'd you think of Taehyung? He definitely seems to know something,
     and poor Jiminie's left in the dark! Is Yoongi hiding something?
     Why'd Taehyung leave so abruptly?
     I'd love to hear about your theories and stuff in the comments. It
     motivates me to update faster :)
     By the way, please keep in mind that A LOT is going to change with
     Yoongi in this story fairly soon, but I'm not gonna say when because
     all the warnings have been posted for months. This story is going to
     be every fucked up thing I can possibly think of, and it's gonna be
     really dark so if that's not your sort of thing, I recommend you stop
     reading.
     Please also remember that the upcoming dark elements of this story do
     not reflect IN ANY WAY how I believe the members act toward one
     another, or some delusion that they should. THIS STORY WILL NOT
     REFLECT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!!! I'm trying my hand at a less
     written about topic, and I'm also trying to understand the mind frame
     of what goes into relationships like the one I intend to write.
     On another note, here's some links to the outfits I referenced for
     Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung's clothing this chapter. (They're
     supposed to have Run Era hair though)
     Yoongi: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C2ZbKm0VIAAH1mc.jpg:large
     Jimin: http://pm1.narvii.com/5885/
     d59ec58ec6c4afd8b560a39393f8fb44bf02a71c_hq.jpg
     Taehyung: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b6/
     V_%28Kim_Tae-
     hyung%29_at_Taiwan_Taoyuan_International_Airport_in_March_2015_01.jpg
***** Late Night Thoughts *****
Chapter Summary
     Written in the older man's messy handwriting was a few addresses and
     times. He knew that he'd be expected to be familiar with tomorrow's
     plans, so he placed his cherished coffee mug to the side in favor of
     studying the next day's events.
Chapter Notes
     WOW WHAT HAPPENED THIS IS LATE. A bunch of personal stuff happened
     I'm sorry y'all.
     I'm dropping a new update of BangtanMEMEyondan right after this so I
     don't sit around thinking I don't have to write.
     I just wanna post this so I hope y'all give this chapter lots of love
     and anticipate what's to come <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
  "Holy shit, hyung! I won!" Jimin yelled in enjoyment, immediately being
shushed by a softly smiling woman holding a sleeping child. The two men had
been in the arcade for hours, passing time with crane machines and air hockey.
They'd gradually lost count of the quarters they'd fed to the games.
  Jimin seemed to be on a lucky streak, as he'd managed to snag 4 prizes in a
row. Yoongi smiled at the younger man from where he leaned against a PAC-Man
machine behind Jimin. Seeing Jimin happy had significantly increased his mood
from all of the "baffoons" he had to deal with earlier.
  Life as a CEO was rough, and it was nice to be able to relax for a little
while when he didn't have to worry about corporate enemies and other aspects of
his life. Spending time with Jimin in the arcade really allowed Yoongi to enjoy
himself, which was something he didn't get to do often.
  By the end of the night, Yoongi and Jimin drove home with a trunk full of
various plushies. Jimin couldn't stop babbling about how he wouldn't be able to
fit them all on his bed, and how he'd put them around the house as
"decorations" instead.
  He opened the door that led to the parking lot and the cold wind greeted him,
getting his damp hair ruffed, but he didn't care. In fact, Jimin thought the
brief chill on his sweaty skin felt heavenly, cooling him down as his breathing
gradually calmed down from the arcade's adrenaline rush. Yoongi wrapped himself
further into a peacoat and locked the car prior to tucking his hands underneath
his armpits for warmth.
  Jimin thought he looked like a cute, squishy penguin like that. Despite the
weather barely being in the low 70s due to a storm earlier, the older man's
teeth were chattering. Jimin chuckled softly at his frozen behavior, earning a
soft glare from Yoongi upon his notice.
  Both men had eaten prior to heading home, and were both exhausted at this
point. "Jimin," Yoongi called, stepping into the dimly lit suite, "I'm gonna go
to bed. You should, too after looking over tomorrow's schedule." The younger
man stumbled a bit as he entered Yoongi's home, slightly tripping over a
plushie he dropped. "Ok, hyung. Good night!"
  Yoongi grabbed a glass of water, and then retreated to the master bedroom.
Jimin, who was left to his own devices, ruffled his hair vaguely, feeling half
dead and in need of some caffeine and a shower. Soon enough, the smell of
coffee filled the whole suite with it's heavenly smell. He went to shower while
the machine brewed, returning just in time to pour himself a piping hot mug.
  Prior to fleeing his home, coffee had been a luxury for Jimin. His father had
broken their pot one day in a drunken fit, and they never had the money to
purchase a new one or even coffee beans to make it. Most of the time, the
orange haired man would end up pillaging the leftovers that Taemin never
finished every weekend. On the back of his mind, he wondered what his friend
was up to, and how he could get in touch with him.
  Despite his forlorn thoughts of the lack of his closest friend, Jimin had
thoroughly enjoyed his first full day with Yoongi. The man had our time out of
his busy schedule to spend time with him at the arcade and to have a nice
dinner out. Smiling to himself, Jimin took a seat at the kitchen's island
table, and reviewed the schedule left there by Yoongi.
  Written in the older man's messy handwriting was a few addresses and times.
He knew that he'd be expected to be familiar with tomorrow's plans, so he
placed his cherished coffee mug to the side in favor of studying the next day's
events.
9:45am- Brunch with Chanyeol and Jackson @ Hix's
12:00pm: Appointment with Joon (Op. Run)
2:15pm: See Zhoumi regarding ABS
6:00pm: Rɑ̃ dɛˈvu w/ JK, Jin
*HFII HP*
  A lot of what was written seemed to be coded somehow, which confused Jimin.
He decided to simply ignore it, seeing as it looked like the whole schedule was
written in a rush. 'It was most likely an incomplete thought...'
  Stifling a yawn, Jimin dumped the remainder of his now cold coffee into the
drain and padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth. His hand felt its way in
the complete darkness across the walls until he felt the switch against his
palm. Soft light shone inside, illuminating a huge pile of discarded laundry in
the corner.
  He spat into the sink, watching in silence as the toothpaste was carried down
the drain with the running water. Yoongi had mentioned earlier in passing that
his "smile lit up the room". This, however, wasn't something Jimin himself
believed. If you looked close enough, you could see that one of his teeth was
slightly crooked, and it drove him absolutely nuts. He had developed a habit of
smiling with his lips closed as a result of his insecurity, which he thought
made his face puff up.
  Jimin scowled, and poked at his full cheeks. He could've sworn they'd gained
a lot more fat since he entered Yoongi's company, but there was no surefire way
to tell. With a final sigh, he exited the bathroom and returned to his room,
closing the door leading outside. He felt all the day's exhaustion come back to
him as he dimmed the lights and slipped under the covers. Jimin unfurled a pair
of earbuds and pressed the ‘play’ button on his new phone. Sleep came quickly
and he let himself be dragged into unconsciousness.
 
~~~
 
  The blaring alarm next to Jimin's ear screamed the arrival of morning. His
mouth felt dry, his throat was sore and his body ached in protest, but he got
up and headed to the kitchen.
  Jimin sat down at the table and began to immediately shovel the prepared food
into his mouth. He might have registered Yoongi's footsteps approaching at some
point and was still half dozing off over his mug when he was gently smacked
over the head with a rolled up newspaper.
  "Eating all the breakfast without me, brat?" The mint haired man said
sternly. Jimin's eyes widened; he nearly knocked over his glass of orange juice
as he tried to quickly churn out a response. "H-hyung! Don't you have brunch
soon?" Yoongi laughed, tossing his head back and exposing his pale throat.
"Duh, I'm just messing with you." At Jimin's confused expression, he explained
further, "The chef prepared that food for you, I'll be eating at my meeting."
  "Your voice sounds absolutely horrible by the way. Don't drink orange juice
with a sore throat, have some honey tea instead. Boil some water and put it in
a tumbler so you can bring it out with us." Yoongi walked back to his room,
only to return a few moments later holding two ties. "What do you think, black
or silver argyle?"
  Jimin glanced up in the middle of shoving half a waffle into his tiny mouth,
"Definitely silver argyle. You've gotta mix it up a bit to keep it interesting,
hyung." The older man nodded, popping his collar and tying the chosen one
around his neck.
  "Go get ready, Jimin. We've gotta leave soon. Just wear something similar to
yesterday, but ditch the jacket this time, it's gonna be ungodly hot." He
quickly finished his breakfast, and raced back to his room to quickly tease his
hair and change into a simple button-up and tie.
  Jimin was met at the door by Yoongi, who was holding a black tumbler in his
hand. "Here, it's the tea. I made it for you since you were taking so long."
Jimin blushed, taking hold of the tumbler with both hands. "You're the best,
hyung." He croaked, voice cracking.
  The older man gave him a fond look, and exited the suite. Jimin followed
after him like a puppy dog.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     *cracks knuckles*
     S O O N.
      
     On another note; have any of y'all been picking up on my clues/Easter
     eggs? I've dropped mad hints all over this story so far. I'm very
     curious if anyone has theories for this fic. Please let me know if
     you do, I'd love to hear.
     I wanted to continue this chapter a bit more, but I was getting the
     feeling I've been ending chapters in a similar manner so, this has
     spawned as a result.
     P.S. I made a playlist for this fic! I'm proud of it and I think the
     songs/lyrics really fit this story. I'll drop it soon in an upcoming
     update.
***** What Kind of Drink is "Nevermind", Anyway? *****
Chapter Summary
     "We're gonna bust him out, of course. We can't have that brat
     potentially cracking under interrogation and leaking some info if the
     cops drug him or something."
Chapter Notes
     OH WHOA FINALLY
     This was supposed to be longer but oops?
     Enjoy, my lovelies <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
  The soles of Jimin's black dress shoes smacked loudly against the wet
pavement as he raced to keep up with Yoongi's quick pace. Yoongi had insisted
on parking his car in a garage so the rainy weather "wouldn't damage his new
$5,000 chrome paint job."
 
  "You're meeting with Chanyeol-hyung and Jackson-hyung at Hix's," He quickly
glanced down at the directions on his phone before looking ahead again, "which
is at the corner, hyung." Yoongi's mint hair fluttered in the wind as he looked
back at the younger man over his shoulder, "Is everyone your hyung now, Jimin?"
He teased, side-stepping a girl walking her dog.
 
  "W-what? I'm just assuming they're older than me since you are, hyung!" The
ginger haired man sputtered. He wasn't purposely assuming he'd become close
enough with Yoongi's coworkers enough to refer to them as his "hyungs", he just
didn't like the slight lisp his voice took on when he used "sunbaenim". It had
been somewhat of a lasting effect from his Busan accent, and it embarrassed him
quite a bit unless he spoke in satoori.
 
  Yoongi chuckled, "Relax, I'm just messing with you. They're older than you
and I'm sure they'd be flattered to be your 'hyungs'." He cut himself off to
pull open and hold the door for Jimin, who dipped his head in thanks before
stepping inside. "Chanyeol and Jackson should be towards the-"
 
  "Yoongi-hyung!" A man with curly, lilac colored hair called from across the
relatively empty diner. He was dressed quite casually, wearing a pale blue
pullover and loose-fitted jeans. Internally, Jimin sighed with relief at the
fact that there was someone who seemed to prefer casual attire over fancy
business wear. The other man seated next to him was dressed formally, but also
had visible dark circles and 5-o'clock shadow that just screamed 'exhaustion.'


  Hix's was primarily empty despite the welcoming atmosphere. The college crowd
was typically the primary customers at that hour, yet there were none to be
seen. Jimin enjoyed the quiet space he’d entered, finding it peaceful compared
to the hustle of people and loud noises from cars on the city streets.
 
  Jimin and Yoongi headed toward the table where the lilac haired man was, who
was frantically waving them over with a grin spread across his face from ear to
ear. "That's Chanyeol," Yoongi exclaimed, "And the brunette next to him is
Jackson. This is Jimin." Jimin bowed to the men, introducing himself. "Hi, I'm
Park Jimin, I'm Yoongi-hyung's new assistant. Please take care of me."
 
  "Awww, he's so cute and tiny!" Chanyeol cooed, using his hand to compare his
own height with Jimin's. There was no need to, really, seeing as the lilac
haired man was easily at least 5 inches taller than Jimin. "I can still grow,
you know!" His cheeks flushed, and Jimin tried to push himself onto his tippy-
toes to add a few centimeters next to the man towering over him. "Sunbaenim, I
love him. I'm gonna steal him from you." Chanyeol pulled the smaller man into
his arms, almost completely enveloping him into a hug. Yoongi rolled his eyes,
mildly annoyed. "Back off, he's mine." Chanyeol reluctantly released Jimin from
his grasp, while Jackson quietly observed the scene before him.
 
  "Jimin, be a doll and grab us a few muffins and any type of coffee. You can
go roam wherever for a while after that." Yoongi pointed out a small enclave
housing small pastries on the side of the coffee bar, and Jimin ran off. The
mint-haired man watched as his newest assistant scurried around to obtain their
requests, and turned back towards the two men in front of him. "From what I
understand, Yugyeom was apparently arrested. What'd that dumbass do this time?"
 
  Jackson sighed, clasping his hands in front of his face as he watched the air
ripple the remnants of liquid in his cold cup of coffee. "Pretty much. Kid's an
idiot. He was found loitering around near The Strip stoned off his ass and
screaming 'Fuck the Police' at a parked police car."
 
  "Cops took him in for public nudity and possession/usage of marijuana. The
bail's currently set at $2,500." Chanyeol snickered, "I just wish I had a video
of the whole thing to blackmail him with the next time I don't feel like
working overtime to cover his shift." Jackson took out a notepad, which
contained the location of the prison Yugyeom was being held in, along with a
few phone numbers. "He also had to be squeezed into the back of the car due to
not complying with an arrest and because he's simply too tall."
 
  "Damn kid needs to drop a few centimeters or I won't be the tallest anymore,"
The lilac haired man quipped. "So, boss, what do you suppose we do?" Yoongi had
been casually flipping through his phone as the men had spoken to him regarding
Yugyeom, quickly silencing a call from one of his coworkers under Genius
Entertainment. "We're gonna bust him out, of course. We can't have that brat
potentially cracking under interrogation and leaking some info if the cops drug
him or something."
 
  Jimin's eyes scanned the list of recommended specials above the cafe's
counter. A few different drinks were written in colored chalk onto a tacked up
blackboard. Today they read: café latte, almond milk macchiato, honey lemon
tea, and some daily special called "Nevermind."
 
  'Who even names a drink "Nevermind"? Did the person think of a name and not
like it anymore or something?'
 
  The drink was listed to contain a mixture of matcha, espresso, chocolate
chunks, and caramel. It sounded tasty, but Jimin just couldn't get over the
rediculous name choice. He decided to order it for himself just for the hell of
it. In addition, Jimin ordered three americanos and a 6 pack muffin variety,
figuring the leftovers could be snacked on later.
 
  "Anyways," Yoongi continued from his seat at the rounded marble table, "We
need to check in on Baekhyun. I've had him in contact with Minho, who we've got
planted in Winner. Word has it he's got some new info on what B.I.'s been up to
in the theater district." As Jimin walked back towards Yoongi's table with the
group of men's orders, he spotted someone waving at him from outside the floor
length window leading outside.
 
   The figure was almost completely covered up in clothing despite it being the
middle of the summer. Large black sunglasses hid most of the man's upper face,
and his torso was hidden beneath an oversized sweater. However, Jimin
recognized that slight boxy smile. It was Taehyung. He was about to wave back
at the younger man, but was cut off by Taehyung pressing a finger to his own
lips and pointing around a corner before disappearing out of sight.
 
   Confused, Jimin silently set down the food and drinks towards the middle of
the table. "-if only Baekhyun worked a bit closer. He's always costing me
excess gas money just to visit for information." Jackson mumbled between bites
of a muffin he'd immediately grabbed." "Oh hush," Yoongi interjected, "it's not
like I don't pay you almost triple the cost of filling a full tank an hour."
Chanyeol beamed at Jimin as he handed him his americano, "Thanks! You got
exactly what I would've ordered myself!" The orange haired man blushed,
fluffing his fringe a bit with his fingers in embarrassment. "No problem,
hyung..." Jimin liked being around Chanyeol, even though he's only just met the
older man. He was very friendly, and had a laugh that just made Jimin want to
smile.
 
   Yoongi cleared his throat roughly, "Jimin, you can wait outside for now.
I've got a little more to discuss with these two before our next event for the
day." Nodding, the young secretary quickly bowed to the group and departed for
the door.'Oh right, I almost forgot about Taehyung. I wonder if he's still
there...'
 
  "Oh my god, finally! I was beginning to think you weren't coming out here!"
Taehyung called from a bench nestled between two large oak trees. "Sorry, I had
to deliver some coffee and stuff to Yoongi-hyung and the others. You could've
just come in, you know."
 
  The brunette man's expression darkened a bit, before vanishing behind a
blinding smile. "Nope, I couldn't have! Listen, I kinda owe Hoseok a round of
karaoke and didn't want to have to embarrass myself in front of you guys, so
it's better for me to keep my distance." Jimin took a seat next to the younger
man on the bench, "Really? He sounds funny to me. I'll have to meet him
sometime soon."
  "He's probably in the café's basement snoozing off whatever booze he had at
Bulletproof last night." Taehyung laughed. "Anyways, you remember what I told
you, right? What've you done so far?" The ginger haired man kicked his feet in
the plush grass below, watching as the blades twitched in the wind. "Really
minimal work, just schedule arranging. Yoongi-hyung kicks me out of a lot of
meetings for some reason though..."
 
  Some of the tension in Taehyung's shoulders seemed to gently ease off of him
as he listened to the older man talk. "That's a relief. Honestly, that's great.
Who knows what that crazy bastard’s thinking nowadays…" Jimin was confused;
didn’t Taehyung like Yoongi? He worked for the man, after all. Before Jimin
could question his last comment, Taehyung flashed him a boxy smile, “Have you
tried the café’s mango waffle? It’s to die for! We should split one sometime.”
Taehyung fiddled his shirt’s collar that engulfed his neck, continuing to make
small talk with Jimin. “Isn’t that shirt a bit too large on you, Tae?”


  Taehyung snorted, “Absolutely not, its Gucci so it works. The oversized
collar adds to the look, don’t you think?” The two boy’s chatter was broken up
by the sounds of voices exiting the café, and Taehyung bolted before Jimin
could get out a simple “Bye?” Jackson, Chanyeol, and Yoongi approached him,
finishing the last of the muffins he’d bought.
 
  "Ah, there you are, Jimin. Chanyeol will be accompanying us for the rest of
the day. Jackson has other matters to attend to, but you’ll see him around. For
now, let’s go back to the car. Namjoon called and is waiting for us at
Bulletproof.” Jackson dipped his head in farewell, and left in the opposite
direction as the other three men headed to Yoongi’s Hellcat awaited in the
parking garage.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry not sorry for making Yugyeon a meme child I couldn't resist.
     It's part of his character in this anyways. Don't @ me, fam.
     Regarding the mango waffle Tae mentioned; I kinda just looked up
     Korean café food and that was one of them so I just chose that.
     Also if you hadn't noticed I'm using various eras of hair colors
     because I felt like it and I thought it would make it more mentally-
     visually appealing.
     For the record, this chapter was supposed to be a lot longer but I
     ended up with bad writer's block and I've been itching to update this
     so the rest I had planned for this chapter will be continued in the
     next one along with some other stuff.
     QOTD: I wonder how many of y'all have noticed the various Easter eggs
     and foreshadowing I've thrown throughout the story? :3
***** The Planning Phase *****
Chapter Notes
     It's been 9000 years... ;-;
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
   So, you dickheads finally decided to show up, huh?” An ashy brown haired man
called from his seat in the corner. He was perched atop one of the worn down
bar stools, legs crossed and tapping one foot while haphazardly balancing a
card deck into a pyramid. He was dressed in a police officer’s uniform which
clung tightly to his muscled frame. A half-empty bottle of Four Loko sat in
front of him near 2 empty ones, with the remaining condensation creating a
miniature river across the table. “Oh shut up, you bitch.” Chanyeol exclaimed
as he entered the room, smacking the annoyed man across the back. “Jimin, this
is Jungkook. Jungkook, say hi to Jimin. He’s Yoongi-sunbaenim’s new personal
assistant.” Shyly, the ginger haired man waved at Jungkook, who simply scoffed
at his prescense. “Please, save it. I’m too drunk for this and I don’t have
time for you to ruin my zen.”


   Jimin was insulted, but paid no mind to the younger man’s rude demeanor. It
was at that moment that Yoongi waltzed in, followed closely behind by Namjoon.
“-and now that kid landed his ass in the slammer again? Honestly, hyung, you
should just leave him in there and make him learn.” Yoongi laugh was filled
with a darker tone, one Jimin had never heard before. It scared him. “You know
what? I should. Maybe let him get tortured a bit and then see him think twice
before lighting up alone ever again. He’s been keeping a few baggies of what he
runs lately; BamBam sold him out to me last-“


   “Hyung!” Jungkook’s previous drunken rage had dissipated into thin air as he
leapt up into Yoongi’s arms, practically smothering the smaller man. “I missed
youuuuuuu.” The CEO flashed him one of the gummy smiles Jimin adored and
ruffled Jungkook’s hair, making the ginger’s insides twist with jealousy. It
wasn’t that he had a crush on the older man, he was just a slut for attention.
Specifically, Yoongi’s attention. “Um, Yoongi-hyung, is there anything you need
me to do?” Turning back toward Jimin, who stood like a dejected puppy in the
corner of the room, he replied, “Nothing much. You’re free to stay here or just
wander nearby if you choose. I just have to go over the latest colossal mess
one of my subordinates has gotten me into.” Before he could respond that he’d
love to stay, Jungkook shot him a nasty glare. Feeling dejected, Jimin dragged
a chair into one of the corners of the room with the excuse of needing to
charge his phone. ‘Baggies? Tortured? What’s Yoongi-hyung talking about?’


   “So, what’d Yugyeomie do this time?” Jungkook asked, idly sipping on the
remains of his Four Loko. Yoongi snatched it from his hands, finishing the
drink off before tossing the can in a distant garbage bin. “He got himself
arrested for public nudity and for intent to sell. He kept taking baggies of
the weed we had him runnin’ for himself.” The police officer exploded in
laughter, “That dumbass, oh my god. He’s even stupider than Taehyung was,
hyung.” At the mention of the brunette man, Jimin’s head snapped up. He was
fuller alert for any info he could have on his secretive acquaintance. Jungkook
briefly glanced over at Jimin, who was now staring at the group, before
returning to the conversation. “It’s too bad he died…” Namjoon cleared his
throat, “Can we get back to discussing our purpose for meeting up? I may or may
not have an important appointment with some hot pussy in an hour.”
 

   The ginger haired man blushed, quickly returning his gaze to his phone and
the untouched water before him. Chairs squealed like fingernails on a
chalkboard as Yoongi pulled out a seat. “Basically, it’s Operation Run. We’re
gonna bust Yugyeom out tomorrow in one shot, and I won’t tolerate any less.
We’ve only got one chance, so if we fail then Yugyeom’s gonna get coerced by
the fuckin’ cops to rat us all out.” Chanyeol spun around in his chair, the top
portion swiveling in a perfect circle. “Well, we also gotta worry about iKon.
Jackson sent me a text that he heard from Baekhyunnie that they heard about
Yugyeom and wanna assassinate him.”
 

   “What the fuck?!” Jungkook exclaimed, sending his half empty bag of Banana
Kick puffs off the bar, “Why?” The lilac haired man picked up a fallen puff and
ate it, winking at Jungkook’s disgusted expression, “Yugyeom shanked one of
their guys with his Bugatti key for harassing some girl on the street.” In the
corner, Jimin snorted. He tried to hide it by sneezing, but Chanyeol called him
out on it. “It’s hilarious, isn’t it? Yugyeom’s literally amazing.”
 

   Yoongi stirred his scotch with a small straw sipping it gently. “Christ,
this is ethanol. Anyways, as I said before, we’re gonna bust out Yugyeom
tomorrow. Jungkook, I need you to pull some strings and get yourself the
nightshift so you can get us in so I don’t need to use my last flashbang.
Seokjin was supposed to order more but he’s injured right now so that’s not
happen-“ The CEO cut himself off and whipped his head over toward Jimin, who’d
mesmerized himself watching the way the light shone in Yoongi’s mint green
hair.
 


   “Oh, Jimin, that’s what you can do for me. Call up Sehun and tell him I need
about 20 flashbangs, ammo for my Remington, probably like another 5 grenades,
and a new Colt M1911A1 because Namjoon somehow managed to run it over.”
 
 

   “It literally just appeared under your wheel! I’ve got no idea how it got
there.” Namjoon squawked, and choked on the beer he was drinking.
 


  “Pssst, you also need a bazooka. Kyungsoo probably has an extra, hyungnim.”
Chanyeol interjected, wheezing. He was still spinning in his chair, and Jimin
had no idea how he wasn’t dizzy. ‘Not to mention, what were they ordering all
this heavy artillery for, and how were they able to get their hands on it?’
Jimin felt confused, but dutifully messaged Sehun with Yoongi’s request in
addition to giving the 8pm deadline as asked.
Chapter End Notes
     HOLY FUCK IT'S ACTUALLY BEEN FOREVER I'M SO SORRY. Idek what's been
     taking me so long but every time I've tried to update I've ended up
     staring at a blank screen for hours on end.
     This chapter was supposed to be a lot longer and I seriously
     apologize for how short this is, but I figured a short update was
     better than keeping you guys waiting. I hope to have a more timely
     and lengthyer update soon; I promise y'all that you won't have to
     wait that long again.
     Also, HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO REGRESSION!!!! Thank you all so
     much for sticking with this fic for a year. It means a lot to me
     especially since I've kinda neglected it a bit ;-; I'm sorry y'all, I
     hope you continue to enjoy this fic this year as well. If you wanna
     scream at me to get my ass in gear and update, hmu on twitter
     @_redambition_ . See you next time!
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