Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

10 -- Lie

Somehow there was a loss of the innocence in Jimin's eyes; he noticed this about himself as he stared into the mirror that evening. He had begrudgingly dolled himself up and put on the suit--which really was just his size--and had just ruffled up his pale hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. He sighed deeply, partially out of fear, but mostly out of wrath. He couldn't believe that he had been backed into such a corner, but there was nothing more he could do. The only reason he was letting himself become the ghost's prey once more was to protect Taehyung. He had thought about running away again, to his lover, to beg that they leave town. But what if the ghost followed him? What if, even if Jimin ran away alone, the ghost knew where Taehyung lived also and took it out on him? Jimin couldn't allow that. Tonight, he was going to face this head on.

He glanced at his phone; it was nearly time. He sent a quick text to Taehyung, who he had been texting throughout the day. He alerted him that he was taking a nap, but that he might be able to text more or talk later, if he "woke up" again. Though he felt guilty, he pressed send and voluntarily left his phone turned off on his coffee table. If he didn't have his phone on him, he wouldn't be able to fib any longer, and neither would the ghost be able to steal it and get any extra information on Taehyung off of him. After straightening his tie and turning off the lights, Jimin stepped outside and waited just outside the door. At last, a limo pulled up in front of the building. Jimin took in a breath, gathering his courage as he stepped down toward it. The driver got out, moving toward the back door.

"Park Jimin?" he asked as the blond stepped near; Jimin offered a nod, his eyes cold as the door was opened for him. Jimin's glare intensified, even though he sensed fear building up within him, when he saw a man already sitting inside in the darkness. He only hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and getting in, sitting across from the man. The ghost was dressed in a black tux tonight, with a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes were directed the opposite way, and he sat with his legs crossed and his hands folded up on his knee. Jimin watched him closely as the door closed, his breath shaking; he wasn't sure which of his emotions was causing this, but his whole body felt hot. The man's eyes finally turned to him, barely visible through his long, dark bangs. Jimin met his eyes with hostility, raising his chin with a look of defiance. He couldn't seem to read the man's expression, but he was silent for a long while.

"You look nice," the man said at last, calmly. Jimin bit his lip, resisting the urge to snap at him so soon.

"You would think so," he murmured. The man seemed to have heard him, because he gave a small shrug.

The discomfort in the air was almost tangible. Jimin's eyes briefly glanced to the window, just trying to figure out where they were going, but soon found their way back to the man across from him. He was taking off his mask, revealing his pale and flawless complexion to him once more, and fluffed his hair out of his eyes a bit. Jimin might have dared to think he was handsome if he didn't know any better--the trouble was that he did, in fact, know better than to be swayed by his looks. They did nothing to calm his anger or make him want to forgive. He sat quietly, with rage still boiling within him.

When they pulled up to their destination, the driver once more went to open the door for them. Yoongi moved to scoot out first, and then held out a hand to help Jimin up; the blond blatantly rejected his offer, his eyes as sharp as daggers when they met his as he stood and then waited, as though he was refusing to turn his back to him. Yoongi's hand dropped and he scoffed, yet he found himself smirking a little. This wasn't at all like the Jimin he thought he knew, who was gentle and polite. This new edge to his personality was alluring, that much he had to admit to himself. He eyed Jimin for a long moment before leading the way, still smirking to himself.

They were sat down at their table quickly; it was a gigantic place, and a sophisticated one at that. Jimin eyed the atmosphere, with dim lighting and crystal chandeliers all around. He might have been more amazed if he hadn't already been to such places with Taehyung in Busan. So instead of being impressed, he sat stubbornly, with an unchanging, icy glare. For a while he said nothing to anyone except their waitress, to whom he was polite, but with as few words as possible. He stared at the man across from him, who seemed to be in good spirits despite the complete resentment that Jimin was treating him with. Yoongi sipped at his drink, returning his eye contact with calmness. Jimin, however, wasn't about to touch the drink that had been set before him. He wasn't even against drinking, but he wanted to be as sober as possible around someone that he trusted so little.