selfish 𑁍 yoonnie

chapter ten

"You're bold, thinking you can march into my casino, take my money, and force a favor out of me."

"I didn't take your money, Sunghoon. I beat your ass fair and square."

Sunghoon scoffed, shoving up from his spot at the private poker table, and gestured for Yoongi to follow him. He took him through red velvet curtains and away from the marijuana haze of the casino. Behind the curtains was a haphazard office. A dark leather chair sat behind a mahogany desk, but that was as far the class got.

Drugs scattered the room as if the cops didn't exist, and papers (legal documents, Yoongi assessed) scattered the floor.

"Damn, is this where you work, Park?" Yoongi asked, turning his nose up at the disarray. He was no high-class citizen—he was still a criminal from the streets of busan—but Yoongi at least had a filing cabinet.

"Shut your dumbass up before Heeseung does it for you."

Yoongi frowned, aggravated and out of place, but not uncomfortable. He always held a confident presence.

"So, what do you need, Min?" Sungjong asked, leaning back in his leather chair, dark brows raised.

Yoongi gestured to one of the smaller chairs before the desk in a may-i motion, and Sunghoon nodded, already fed up with the Bangtan leader.

"Remember when I saved your gang's asses a couple years ago over that drug bust and you promised me a favor?" Yoongi asked, fingers idly tapping the arm of his chair.

"Yes..." Sunghoon trailed, raised eyebrows furrowing in suspicion.

"This is me calling in that favor."

"Trouble in paradise, eh?" Sunghoon remarked with a smirk, swirling his bourbon. Crystal glass glinted even in the dim light of the back room.

"You could say that," Yoongi added, leg starting to bounce. He picked at his nails to try and stay calm. He had the upper hand in this situation. "Namjoon and I are having problems, to say the least."

That made Sunghoon snicker, taking a sip of his drink with an amused shake of his head  Yoongi's frown deepened  "Wow, I would say I didn't see this coming, but I think we all did."

Sunghoon's grin widened. He clasped his hands, leaning forward across his desk, elbows bracing against the dark wood. Yoongi noticed his black painted nails and the silver rings decorating his long fingers. No doubt Sunoo had done that.

"Ever since your group moved from dealing to some high-class shit, we all knew what was going to happen. You and Namjoon's power switch was dumb as hell," Sunghoon said, shaking his head. "I still don't know why you did it."

"It was best for the group—"

Sunghoon groaned, cutting Yoongi off. Dark brown eyes rolled and Yoongi had to clench his hands against the anger boiling in his chest.

"It was best for YOU and even your dumbass knows it. All switching the lead did for your gang was screw it up. So if you're coming to ask me for help taking down Namjoon, the answer is no, okay?"

"We made a deal," Yoongi gritted out.

"Yeah, over two years ago. We were still kids; it was expected that you save us. And besides," Sunghoon continued, "you can count this as my favor."

Yoongi ran a hand through his black hair, clenching his jaw to keep from screaming. He'd already had one outburst today.

"Bangtan isn't going to last if YOU don't patch things up with Namjoon," Sunghoon pressed. "Get your head on straight before I call Jake in here and he does it for ya."

"You sure have a thing for other members beating me up," Yoongi said cooly, a bite in his voice.

"Yeah, well, Jake is buff and I'm feeling lazy," he drawled, uninterested.

"Kid is young, but he has muscles for days," Sunghoon muttered, shaking his head again and taking another drink of his bourbon.

Setting down the drink again, Sunghoon pointed his finger at Yoongi. "Good luck my friend, and don't forget to give Jay a kiss on the way out. He hates that shit." Sunghoon grinned once more and Yoongi shoved up from his chair, tired of arguing with a brat who couldn't show an ounce of respect for his elders.

Yoongi was done with enhypen, done with bangtan, done with himself. All he wanted was to go home and maybe see Jennie. She was the only one he could stand at the moment, because she was the only one not screwing him over.

Jennie picked at the basement door lock with a safety pin and a knife: two very bad tools for lock picking, but the only two she could find. With Yoongi gone and the other gang members even farther, Jennie had to take the risk of escape.

All her previous plans had fell through, and after what happened with Namjoon, she knew he would be of no help.

Jennie's hands slipped on the butter knife and her finger had been poked by the safety pin more times than she could count. All she knew was that she had a slim window for escape, and she was failing miserably.

Jennie ran back down the stairs, pulling open drawers and cabinets, searching the sparse collection of tools. She was starting to give up hope when she found a pan.

"Gotcha," Jennie whispered, a glint in her brown eyes.

She ran back up the stairs and faced the door handle once more, gripping the pan with hands. Jennie bounced on her feet, adrenaline pumping, trying to build up her nerve.

"Cmon Jennie, cmon," she said to herself, drawing back and swinging at the handle. Jennie groaned as she inspected the damage: a barely noticeable dent. There was no way she could break off a brass handle with limited strength, the almost constant hunger weakening her body and her will. Yoongi always seemed to forget about her; Jennie almost never ate three meals a day.

Jennie revved back to swing again, when the door handle she'd been assaulting turned, and she stumbled down the stairs.

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sorry that's been stuck in my head all day LOL
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QOTC : what's ur favorite soda?

AOTC : this drink called Big Red goes SO HARD. it's definitely my favorite