Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

10 -- Lie

"What are you trying to do?" Jimin asked all of a sudden, his voice spiteful. Yoongi pulled the glass from his lips and sat it down, listening with interest. When he refused to reply, Jimin spoke again. "Did you schedule something for this time on purpose?"

"Maybe," the man said with indifference. "But for all you know, maybe this timing just worked best for me." Jimin immediately met his response with a roll of his eyes.

"You even saying that makes me think otherwise," Jimin hissed; Yoongi smirked a little at him.

"Yes, well. You still came," he said before sipping at his drink again.

"I don't think I really had a choice," Jimin retorted angrily, only just maintaining the self control to keep his voice down. "Considering what you implied you would do to Tae--"

"Let's not talk about him here," Yoongi interrupted him with violence in his low voice. Jimin scoffed, shaking his head his disgust.

"You're jealous of him," he accused. Yoongi's eyes all of a sudden had a fire to them as well, and for a long moment they shot livid their glares at one another from across the table. The ghost couldn't deny it; Jimin wasn't surprised. "If you're not going to admit it," Jimin spoke up with malice, "... then answer my first question. What are you trying to do? Seduce me?" A dangerous smirk tugged at the corners of Yoongi's mouth, even if only at the irony that he had once asked the very same thing to Jimin, even if the blond hadn't been fully in control of himself at the time.

"Is that what you think?" he retorted with a taunting grin. "Or is that what you want?"

"I'm pretty sure that's the last impression I'm giving," Jimin growled, beginning to lose his patience. "If you're trying to fluster me, it's not working." Yoongi bit his lip for a moment, ever smirking, yet accepting his defeat.

"Alright," he said calmly, "I said as much in the note I left. I want to start over. This is much more civil than before, don't you think?"

"Not when you consider that I was still forced here," Jimin said flatly. "And even with that aside, it's a little too late for that."

"Is it?" Yoongi asked wittily. "I think that people with good intentions should always be given second chances." Jimin bit his lip, rolling his eyes again.

Little did they know that, just a few tables away sat Kim Seokjin, with a group of people who seemed to be business partners of his, aside from the two women who practically hung off of his arms. Though poised, they drank and laughed among themselves. Yet Seokjin's attention was grabbed by the sight of the blond boy, who he recognized in an instant. His initial wonder was if  his brother was the one who accompanied him, but upon looking a little closer, he saw the back of the dark-haired man who sat across from Jimin and knew immediately that it wasn't Taehyung. Though this sent an odd wave of relief over him, it also gave him pause. He pondered on the situation some as he rose his drink to his lips.

Later that evening, Jimin begrudgingly ate--only because he didn't want to waste the food. He hoped that Yoongi wouldn't hold this meal over his head as leverage later. There was no doubt it was expensive, so much so that the prices weren't shown on the menu when they had ordered. Jimin simply got what looked like it would be most inexpensive, only because he figured Yoongi would pick for him if he refused. If nothing else, the food was good, but he wasn't about to admit that. He sat as silently as he could, always glaring back at Yoongi's mischievous grins.

"I've got a surprise for you," Yoongi announced suddenly. "So close your eyes." Jimin stared at him blankly, unmoving. Something about him saying those words only worked to provoke him; for once, Yoongi caught on. "Don't you trust me?" he asked coolly.