Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 7

"JIMIN! YEO..... ja?"
(WO..... man)

Poor Jimin nearly got a heart attack, staring incredulously at the man by the door "Hobi hyung?"

This person only looks around the room skeptically, his eyes wide open before shaking his head, leaving with a peace sign.

-

I got back my stuff, Jimin almost made me stay confined in that messy little room but I've convinced him to let me tag along.

This building is larger, connected to the previous by a direct overhead walkway but it's pretty much identical to the other, perhaps a little more pristine on the insides with walls of glass and such.

He's given the A-okay for me to tag along as long as I don't set things on fire or bring him another duckling.

Jimins been inside another room, busy talking to some middle-aged men in suits. I was there at first but, I couldn't understand a thing and his face looked pretty serious, I might've just gotten in the way.

Thus leaving the room, I try snooping around nearby, hoping I'd find something to understand him better especially after what I read on those papers in his room. 

But nothing, finding out whats wrong is taking up alot more effort than I'd imagined. Once again, language barrier not helping, damnit Uncle Zeus.

Jimin finally gets out after what seems like forever. I'm amid playing with my fingers, making them mimic blooming flowers. It's enough to send him flying over in panic, clamping both hands atop my fingers and keeping them shut together.

"No, fire." He whispers over, his eyes darting around the building, looking for a flicker of blue flame anywhere. Sighing in pure relief at the lack of it, the amount of trust he has in me is really so very heart-warming, I could shed a tear.

-

We get off the elevator on a different floor. In the distance a raven haired man stands out, mainly because he adorned a long black trench coat which on the back had a candid photo of Jimin. The picture of Jimin with his eyes in a comical glare and nostrils flared more prominent than the actual face of the person adorning the garment. Beanie pulled down to his eyebrows, too-large yellow tinted glasses and a face mask, collectively blocking out like 90% of his face.

A violent cough from Jimin shifts my attention to him. He's staring at the little man in the distance, but his stare too annoyed to be a stare, too complacent to be a glare.

...slaring.

Inquisitively lifting my eyebrow, I look between the two, they clearly know one another.

He smack his lips, a tiny crazed glint flashing past his eyes before fully facing me "His name, goyangi,"
(Cat)

"Go...yangi?"

Jimin vigorously nods, seeming very pleased with himself.

"Ouh, Jimin-ah?" The man from afar takes notice, slowly shuffling over.

Jimin hums, side-eyeing me, that single glance like a parent silently asking their child to behave when they run into an 'old friend' in the grocery store.

Before goyangi reaches us a third person emerges from the elevators, his eyes going directly to us three. Despite wearing an all black ensemble as well he looks far less intimidating, maybe due to his hair tied up in two buns, looking like mickey mouse.

"Yoongi hyung!" He cheers, cutely waving as he comes bounding up to the three of us now.

Jimin smacks a hand over his chest "Yoongi hyung? Jeo-"
(I-)