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“Don’t screw this up, okay?”
Yoongi hisses in annoyance at Hoseok’s warning, watching his new found acquittance fix his suit as the elevator doors close.
“What do you take me for?”
Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s genuinely irritated tone and snatched his suit of his right-hand man standing behind the two of them. Kim Namjoon, Yoongi remembers clearly, inmate #612004. Out of everyone in there Yoongi hated Namjoon’s guts the most, but the guy ended up as a henchman of the spoiled brat he used to gang up on.
“You? You look like a disaster ready to happen”, Hoseok comments in carefree manner as he buttons his suit nicely, “It won’t be pretty, though.”
Yoongi stared at Hoseok’s smug grin and watched him step out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened with Namjoon closely behind. Yoongi fixed his own suit and gained himself while his own henchman held the door for him. Taehyung was good at keeping his professional facade - sometimes -, although he could be a total pain-in-the-ass most of the time.
“Shall we go now, sir?” Taekhyung asked holding the elevator’s doors open with one hand while holding the duly locked suitcase with the other, all the while Yoongi regained some composure before stepping out of the enclosement.
After being in jail for such a long time, he’d rather not stay in places that resemble that hole. What if he has a bad temper? There’s so many people worse than him that deserve the solitary a whole lot more than him.
Namjoon opens the double doors for them and the room behind those doors seems like another world. Somewhere even detached from the hotel it’s in. Everything inside is shiny and shockingly expensive, the people inside are dressed as the finest, most arrogants pricks Yoongi has ever seen in his life.
If they met any other day, in any other way they would pass by and not even dare to step on him, like the dirty rug they’d probably consider him as, but, from today on, things are different.
Yoongi doesn’t mind the doors closing behind him as he follows by Hoseok’s side, his golden ticket in the form of a sick a-hole. Hoseok was the reason Yoongi thought that if fuckers like him - Hoseok, that is - can make it, then, “why can’t I?” So, it just seems right to use no other than him to get where he wants.
After a round of being introduced to people he never even heard off, but had the high profiles he does know bowing their heads to them and indulging conversations here and there he finds himself in an interesting circle.
“Dad. This is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok introduces.
“The kid who watched your back in prison?” The old man smiles and lays his heavy hand on Yoongi’s shoulder with an empty smile, “Thank you. My son is too spoiled, he wasn’t made for that kind of place.”
Yoongi bares a smile to the old man.
“Ah, no need to thank me, sir.” Yoongi says in a respectful tone.
“Hoseok! Make sure you stick by your friend’s side since you got him here.”
“Why me, dad? You got this wrong,” Hoseok says with one of his eyes-smile that could fool anyone, “Actually, today, he dragged me here.”
Yoongi could throw Hoseok a glare for the shameless lie, but was too busy making and covering it up for him.
“I’m really thankful for being invited today, sir. It is an honor to be invited to join such a selective party.”
Yoongi says respectfully yet again, pretending to not see the way the old man throws his son a confused glance as he bows his head right before sticking his hand inside his jacket to reach for one of his business cards. The old man takes it and reads it briefly before passing to his assistant.
“Yoongi here is the founder and CEO of an exporting company,” Hoseok explains, “It’s recent, but it’s being extremely successful. You signed the contract last week, you don’t remember? He’ll be dealing with our goods from China and the Philippines.”
Yoongi watches the stern look on the old man’s face that sends shivers down his body, Hoseok doesn’t seem to get affected at all or so he thinks. A nudge on his foot makes Yoongi jolt and immediately calls Taehyung over.
Taehyung immediately comes closer and ceremoniously places the suitcase to Yoongi to open.
“This is a token of my appreciation, sir”
Just a quick look inside the suitcase makes the old man’s eyes sparkle and Yoongi hides a content smirk.
“I wonder how you got a hold of something so precious”, the old man says, now with an easy laughter and Yoongi shows a smile.
“I’m glad you can appreciate it, sir.” Yoongi replies and the old man nods firmly with a approving grunt.
“I’m the kind of man who likes to give gifts to their friends even better than receiving” The man says approvingly, “You seem to understand me.”
“Of course.” Yoongi replies.
“I’m counting on you, Mr. Min Yoongi.” The old man says as Yoongi closes the suitcase and it is dutifully passed to the old man’s assistant before being passed to someone else and be taken away before anyone could notice.
“I’ll do my best, sir.”
A moment later Yoongi rests on one of the sofas in a corner, dress suit buttons popped open as he sighs in relief. Hoseok plots himself on a armchair nearby. The party is still on, but on a different level and the two of them simply watch.
“You don’t use any of it? Really?” Hoseok scoffs.
“Are you crazy?” Hoseok asks, unbuttoning his own suit, “My dad would make sure I’d be your best harvest.”
Yoongi decides not to delve into this fantasy right now.
“I don’t get close to any of these strong shit” Hoseok says as he watches a woman stumble her way to the couch, “You should keep your head high. Don’t get yourself to use this shit.”
“Yah~ Who the fuck do you think I am?” Yoongi kicks a foot towards Hoseok and the other smirks as the woman settles herself by stradling some guy’s lap.
There’s a silence between them where Hoseok seems too busy lighting up his cigarette. Just a moment when Yoongi’s eyes caught on someone, two people actually.
“Who are they?”
Hoseok follows Yoongi’s eyes and chuckles around his cigarette.
“Ah, them. The twins.”
Yoongi frowns, following the couple. They didn’t seem all the different from others, but there was something about them that seemed like someone casted a spotlight on them and everyone else was just a shadow. Something about their presence that made others give them space to walk and talk, and stand close to.
“They- look nothing like twins.” Yoongi scrunches, “Are they even related?” Yoongi would throw a glance at Hoseok now but his eyes are just captivated by the couple, one of them more than the other.
“They’re not actually twins, but they’re one of a kind. Each of them.” Hoseok pauses to take a drag, “Solar used to own the most popular and high-profiled hostess club and restaurant branch in the country. Back then, she worked under the Red Dragon,” the woman walks away, but Yoongi’s eyes stays on the other, “Jimin- is the son of an executive who owed more than he could ever paid for. Long story short, Jimin already paid his father’s dues himself.”
“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.
Hoseok hums around the cigarette, his lips curled into a smile as he sees Yoongi’s eyes.
“They are the best out of everyone in this room, no matter if you’re my dad or anyone else- no one here has more power in their hands. If you get to sleep with one of them, you’re the best. No one can touch you.”
Yoongi’s head quickly turns to Hoseok smug grin.
“What?”
“Oh. It’s true.” Yoongi looks at Jimin again. No matter how special he thought Jimin could be, he could never see this far. “Don’t go thinking you can charm him that easily. It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”
Yoongi pushes himself to the edge of his seat and looks back at the guy who looks young and rather naive compared to the picture Hoseok is painting of him.
“Who’s that?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok turns to look as well.
“Ah, that’s the director of KCIA. Some people think he’s sleeping with Solar, but he seems quite fond of Jimin too. Though, it might just be business- who knows?” Hoseok shrugs uninterested.
After a moment Yoongi glared at Hoseok and leaned back on his seat.
“Don’t believe me? Just ask anyone.” The ashes from Hoseok’s cigarette fly everywhere when he gestures exaggeratedly.
***
‘If money didn’t matter for Jimin, then what could?’ - Yoongi just kept thinking about it.
“Tae!” Yoongi called out from his office and Taehyung just materialized itself- well, almost, on the other side of Yoongi’s desk.
“Yes?”
“I need you to look into someone for me. I want you to find out what they like. Flowers, cars, a penthouse, a new liver, plastic surgery. Just anything.”
Taehyung frowns.
“Who?”
“Jimin.”
“Jimin who?” Taehyung tries again.
“You figure it out.” Yoongi orders, impatient, “He was at the party last night.”
“Ah, sure. That sounds- easier, I guess.” Taehyung says sarcastically, then stops, “Wait a- He? You said he?”
“Yes, he? Why? Gotta a problem with it?” Yoongi provokes and Taehyung shakes his head.
“No, you just doesn’t look like-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, you prick” Yoongi half-heartedly complains, “You should call me sir! I’m your boss.”
“Hyung!” Taehyung tries, approaching, “We used to be cellmates! We helped each other-”
“Just do as I say. You’re too problematic to deserve any special treatment for now. Just find him” Yoongi orders.
“But- Sir, is that anything I could use? A piece of info or intel?”
“That’s your job! All I know is that he came along with a girl named Solar last night. She seemed to have connections with Bang Yongguk and the Red Dragon.”
“Yamazaki? He passed on his Seoul branch to someone named Kai.” Taehyung recalls.
“Don’t get mixed up with them again. Didn’t you get in jail because of them? Your target isn’t the girl.” Taehyung sighs
“Okay, hyung.”
Yoongi hisses as Taehyung leaves the room.
***
There’s another party and Yoongi invited himself in. He roamed around for a bit and made his connections as he could, placed his bets here and there, all the while his eyes looked for this one person. But, it all seems useless, Jimin doesn’t seem to be anywhere. He even looked for him where the junkies are enjoying their high, but he’s not there.
“Taehyung. Let’s go.” Yoongi orders.
Taehyung follows Yoongi, opens the doors and accompanies him down the hall. Halting when the other does out of the blue.
Yoongi scoffs.
“I’ve been looking for you”
Taehyung felt a shiver run through him when he heard his adored hyung speak so velvety. He’s seen many sides of Yoongi, but he’s yet to get used to this one, apparently. Taehyung didn’t like how something twisted inside of him, something like disgust sent the food he ate earlier in the evening go all the way up his throat, while the blood pumping to his head caused a painful reaction he tried his best to ignore.
Taehyung sees Jimin’s trained eyes examine the man in front of him and whatever expression Yoongi was showing made Jimin smirk just the tiniest bit and shift on his feet with his hands shoved in the pockets of his dress pants casually.
***
“I heard a lot about you” Yoongi says once they’re alone at the hotel’s restaurant.
Taehyung’s at a nearby table drinking orange juice and glancing at the couple every now and then. Curious. Just curious.
Jimin quirks an eyebrow. He chose not to order anything and cut-off Yoongi when the waitress when she came by, dismissing her with so much as a short sentence that seemed to roll out of his tongue too easily, Yoongi noticed.
“I dislike guys like you the most” Jimin said simply and Yoongi pretended to not be affected by it, Taehyung shifted on his seat, “I’m not interested in ex-cons and specially dislike lap dogs.”
“I might be an ex-con, but I’m not a lap dog.”
Jimin pouts and tilts his head as if he’s processing, innocently what Yoongi just said.
“Then, get rid of Hoseok’s protection. Until then, stop sending people to stalk me, it’s burdensome.”
Jimin stands up and leaves while Yoongi stays, staring at the empty chair across from him.
***
“Hyung,” Taehyung calls softly and by now Yoongi doesn’t care anymore what the younger calls him.
Taehyung wishes he could stop Yoongi. This is stupid. This is really stupid.