Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

3 -- Stigma

"You know, maybe you should go home and rest properly," Namjoon suggested without a second thought. "If you were tired enough to pass out, you probably need it. And I'm sure that if you wanted to skip rehearsals for the day, everyone will understand."

"Are you sure?" Jimin asked, faltering a little. He didn't want to slack off, but he knew full well that he wasn't feeling present enough to dance. After all, he could barely walk.

"Positive," Namjoon assured him firmly, offering a small smile. "After all of the hard work you did yesterday with so short notice, no one could fault you for needing to take it easy for a day."

"Alright... As long as you're sure," Jimin agreed with a weary grin, still looking rather lost and unstable. Namjoon let out a small sigh of relief, however he quickly remembered his run-in with Seokjin's younger brother the evening before and realized a flaw in his advice.

"But..." he said quickly, before Jimin could start to wander away, "I was supposed to tell you that Kim Taehyung was looking for you last night," he said, speaking in a more hushed tone than before. Jimin's eyes widened slightly.

"He... was?" he murmured. Only now was it coming back to him that Taehyung had said that he would return for him--except he couldn't clearly remember exactly what followed after the aristocrat had left. He only remembered asking to see his angel, and having his wish granted. The details were all a blur.

"Yeah," Namjoon confirmed with a worried frown. "He was going to come back today to look for you." He watched as Jimin's eyes went skyward for a moment, pensively, before returning to meet him.

"If he comes looking for me," Jimin said, nearly in a whisper, "can you tell him something?" Namjoon gave a small nod; he was already playing messenger between them, apparently. And in all honesty, passing along something from Jimin would make getting rid of Taehyung a little bit more easy. He paused, leaning in just slightly as the blond moved in toward him, cupping his hands around his mouth as he whispered into Namjoon's ear. When Jimin pulled away and met Namjoon's eyes once more, he gave an optimistic grin. "Is that okay?"

"Should be," he replied, reaching for his phone. "Here, I'll write it in a note to myself so I don't forget the details." Jimin watched silently, wobbling a little in place as Namjoon typed and then tucked the phone in his pocket. When he looked up at Jimin again, he gave a gentle smile. "Now you should really get home," he urged.

"Yeah..." Jimin said with a content sigh. "Thanks, Namjoon." The blond gave a small bow and then moved past him, still with a lack of balance in his stride. 

Namjoon's eyes followed him until he was out of view; now that he didn't have to try so hard to appear calm, his blood was boiling. But Jimin, himself, was the last person that he was furious with. He found himself storming across the building, running down stairs further and further into the depths of the place and pulling a small key out of his wallet to let himself into a narrow hidden door, and through even more passages yet.

When at last he stormed into a large open space, his voice thundered.

"What did you do?!" he shouted. Off in the corner of the dimly lit room was a bed curtained off by a sheer black fabric; from beyond it, a low voice groaned. "Wake up," Namjoon demanded, marching over to it and yanking the curtain back. "What did you do to Jimin?"

"I'm trying to sleep," the man hissed, rolling over and away from him.

"Answer me. What did you do to him?"

"If you must know," he growled, "He asked to see who his angel was. I used my smoke bomb to grant his wish and brought him down here for a while. He shouldn't remember too much of it."