Jimin's P.O.V
I heard my alarm go off, and I tiredly rubbed my eyes. I looked at the time,
9:00 am
Yoongi would be here in 2 hours.
I got up and took my morning piss.
We all know that morning piss be hitting different.
After I finished, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth.
"I look like a mess.", I looked in the mirror and ruffled my hair.
"Chim! I fixed some breakfast.", Tae knocked on my door.
"Always hyper.", I shook my head.
I walked out of my room and sat at the table, noticing my plate full of bacon and grits.
"Thanks Tae.", I sat down.
"No problem.", he sat down in front of me.
"So. What are you going to do at Yoongi's house?", Tae asked me.
"Eh. Prob just going to chill. I don't know."
"Mhm."
"What do you mean mhm?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah right."
"Seriously, nothing. Do you want me to come in case they try anything?"
"No! You don't need to. Plus, you only wanna go because Jungkook is there."
"Not true."
"Mhm."
"Well, be safe. I don't need to lose anyone else.", he got up and left his half full plate on the table, then going into his room.
I sighed and put our plates in the sink.
I just feel so bad. Tae is so fragile, and I'm scared anything can happen.
But, then again, he always shows me that he is strong.
I got dressed, putting on a short sleeved black shirt with ripped jeans.
After I got dressed, I walked into his room to find him leaning against the headboard, watching something on his phone.
I sat beside him and looked, as he was watching a video of his mom saying sweet things to him as a baby.
He scooted down and laid his head onto my lap.
I didn't say anything and just let him watch.
I played through his hair, which I know is something that he loves.
I heard sniffles, but I figured it would be best to just let him cry it out.
After about an hour, I heard little snores.
I moved myself subtly, to make sure I don't wake him up, and placed his head on a pillow.
There were tears on his face and I took the phone from him.
Poor baby cried himself to sleep.
I closed his door quietly and walked into the living room.
My phone started ringing, and I answered it, seeing it was Yoongi.
"Hey. Oh, you're on the way? You're early, but I'm ready. Ok. Bye."
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Yoongi's P.O.V
"You're bringing who over?", Jungkook crossed his arms.
"Jimin.", I put on my jacket and grabbed the keys.
"And who the fuck gave you permission to do that?", he glared at me.
"Come on Kook. He already knows us."
"And let's rewind. Why does he know us? Because you brought him here.", Jin interrupted and rolled his eyes.
"Yoongi, you're putting us all at risk.", Jungkook lectured.
"How?"
"People could see him. And think he's a weakness. They kill weaknesses."
"Well, he's not. I'm just inviting him over. Just a quickie, and then I'll bring him back."
"So you're gonna fuck him and bring him home?", Hoseok raised his eyebrow and sipped his sprite.
"Yeah.", I shrugged.
"God, Yoongi. Look, if he messes up anything, i'm beating you and him. Got it?", Jungkook rubbed his forehead.
"Yes. Boss.", I opened the door and headed to Jimin's apartment.
--
"Hey.", he got in and I smirked at him.
"Sup.", I pumped the pedal and headed to my house.
He didn't say anything after that.
"since when are you so quiet.", I teased.
"I'm not quiet."
"Pfft. Are you shy then?"
"No! A person like me? Shy? Please."
"There he is."
"What?"
"That sassiness. It's back."
He shook his head and looked out the window.
"So, that dude. Taehyung? He still crying?"
"Yeah. Who wouldn't cry? He just found out his mom got killed."
"People die. It's not anything new.", I shrugged.
"But this is his mother. The one who gave birth to him? Do you not have a mother?", he looked at me.
"Doesn't fucking matter. You don't need to know that. Like I said, people die. You'll get used to it."
"Wow.", he stared at me.
Eventually, we pulled up and got out of the car.
Jimin's P.O.V
I'm back. Here. Again.
We walked inside and I saw those boys again.
Do I remember their names? Nope.
I saw Jeon sitting on the couch next to some boy who had dimples.
"You're back.", the dimple one said.
"Yeah.", I nodded.
"Remember what I said Yoongi.", Jungkook looked at him.
"yeah yeah." he waved him off.
The rest of the boys stared at me, but didn't say anything.
"Ok. I know you guys are in the mafia and shit. But can I at least know your names? I don't like strangers staring at me.", I crossed my arms.
"And why should we tell you?", one of them said.
"I don't know. Just cause."
"Alright. Fine."
"I'm Namjoon. I can be cool. Sometimes. Don't push my buttons. Oh, and I'm dating him.", the dimple boy- I mean Namjoon, pointed to a another boy on the other couch.
"I'm Kim SeokJin. I'm probably the nicest one here. If they do you something, I'll beat their asses.", he glared at the boys.
I have a feeling I can make friends with that one.
"I'm Hoseok. I'm very helpful. But don't mess with my family.", he smiled.
"thank you. That's all you had to do. And I'm sure you all know my name, Park Jimin.", I smiled.
"You can't tell anyone our identities. You can't tell anyone where this house is. You can't expose us. Got it?", Jungkook warned me.
"I'm not stupid, Jeon. I know."
"Keep being smart and I'll throw this knife through your head."
"Hm. Would Taehyung like that?"
He pursed his lips.
"Who's Taehyung?", Namjoon asked.
"I don't give a fuck what he likes.", Jungkook ignored him.
"That's not what it looked like yesterday."
Jungkook stood up and at that point, Yoongi put his hand in front of me.
"Ima take him in my room. Chill, dude.", Yoongi grabbed my arm and led me to his room.
Jungkook's P.O.V
"Who's Taehyung?", Namjoon asked again.
I sat down, "No one."
"Doesn't seem like no one. Jimin out here exposing you. Tell us.", Jin pressed.
"He's fucking no one."
"Wait. Is that the guy who you've been going to the coffee shop-"
"When I say it's no one, it's fucking no one! Shut the hell up or I'll make you all shut up.", I stormed to my room and slammed the door.
"Why am I even in this stupid-", I punched the wall and rubbed my hands through my hair.
I wanted to go 'walk round' but I had to make sure that little shorty wouldn't say anything to my crew.
I walked down to the living room and sat down by Namjoon again.
"Don't ask again. He's no one. Alright?", I said calmly and they all nodded.
Jimin's P.O.V
"Jeez, your-"
Before I could even finish my sentence, I was thrown onto the be with Yoongi hovering over me.
"Yoongi-"
He cut me off with him kissing me roughly, and placing his cold hands under my shirt.
"Yoongi, wait-", but he continued.
The flashbacks were coming. I didn't like this.
I closed my eyes tight, hoping it would all stop.
I opened my eyes once I felt him stop, and the look of lust in his eyes was gone.
"Shit, Jimin. I'm sorry.", he got off of me and sat down on the bed.
I sat up and scooted to the headboard and held myself.
I looked to the side, but I could feel his gaze.
"Is that why you brought me over here?", I asked.
"Yes.", he told me with no regret.
I nodded slowly and crossed my legs.
"I forgot..", he started.
"Yeah. Everyone does."
He didn't say anything and just walked out of the room, probably getting something.
I looked around the room and didn't see any pictures of his family.
I didn't see any pictures at all.
All I saw were routes and plans.
It was so.. dull in here.
When he came back, he had a can of sprite.
He handed it to me, and I took it.
"Thanks."
He nodded and sat down again.
"Yoongi, can I ask you a question?"
He shrugged in response.
"Why don't you have any pictures? Of like your family?"
I saw an unreadable expression on him, but it quickly went away.
"I don't know.", and I could tell that was a lie.
"You're lying."
"No."
"Yes. Tell me."
"No. You don't need to know shit."
"I can tell you don't have anyone to talk to about this. Tell me.", I sat closer to him.
He didn't say anything.
"Want me to go first? Fine. My mom is in an abusive ass relationship and I can't help her. So, she sent me away to live with Tae. And it's not my dad who is abusing her. I don't even know who my dad is. It's some prick who is using her for her money but she's too stubborn to realize that."
"Did he ever hit you?"
"Yep. See this scar? It's from him.", I showed my arm to him.
"I would have fucking killed him.", he held my arm.
"I can't do that. I'm not in gang stuff. She just sent me away."
"When's the last time you saw her?"
"About.. 5 years ago? I don't know. She hasn't called. Or texted. So, I don't know."
"At least you have a mom."
"What happened? You can tell me."
"I don't open up to people about this."
"Come on Yoongs. Please."
"Yoongs?"
"Yeah, I'm going to call you that now."
He did a long sigh, "When I was younger, I lived with my mom, dad , grandma, and my sister and brother. We were all happy. I was a smart kid. Never got in trouble. But, apparently, my dad had some dues to owe to some gang and he didn't get it in time. We were never rich. My mom had to work 2 jobs to provide for us. My grandma was sickly, so my dad wanted to take care of her. My sister and brother were twins and only in 4th grade. I guess that gang threatened my dad. One night, me and my sister and brother heard screaming downstairs. We ran down and... saw three of the gang members. The leader shot my dad in the temple. The other one stabbed my mom 4 times. Then, he slit my grandma's throat. The third one grabbed my sister and brother and stabbed them too. I tried to help, but I couldn't. My whole family was dead. Before one of them could get to me, I ran out through the back door and went as far as my feet could take me. If I had any other family, they were in Korea. So, I lived in a storage unit until I saw Jungkook. Then we formed a gang . And I'm here."
I couldn't even believe. He lost everyone and he had to watch that.
It was a whole massacre.
I felt so bad for him. This explains why he said that in the car. This explains why he seems the coldest out of all the members.
This explains why he always seems so empty.
"Yoongi... I am so sorry.", I held his hand.
"I'm not going to cry. So, don't apologize. I'm used to everything. But, hey, now you know."
I studied his face, "You've been through so much. Did you ever find the gang members?"
"Yep."
"What did you do to them?"
"I killed them. My first killing, too."
"By yourself?"
"No. Jungkook helped me."
"That explains."
A moment of awkward silence passed.
"Do you know what Jungkook is planning to do with Taehyung?", I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Is he using him? Or does he like him?"
He shook his head, "Jungkook doesn't like anyone. In the mafia, you can't have relationships with other people. Fuck buddies? Sure. He's probably using him for sex, I don't know."
I widened my eyes and ran out of the room.
"Jimin!", Yoongi called my name but I didn't answer and stormed up to Jungkook, who was sitting on the couch.
"If you're using Taehyung, I swear to god.", I clenched my fists.
Yoongi came and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
"What the fuck are you talking about?", Jungkook looked up at me, annoyed.
"I'm not dumb. I know you guys can't have relationships. Tae is a sweetheart. If you like him then-"
"I don't like him."
"You're lying. Why would you take him out and kiss him?!"
The other boys gasped but I ignored it.
"Shut the fuck up Park."
"Taehyung is the nicest person I know. So you're not going to fucking use him. His mom just died. You're a bitch, I hope you know that."
"Go home."
"No. Fuck you. Leave Taehyung alone. I don't trust you."
"I don't listen to you. Now, go away. I wouldn't want Taehyung to see his best friend with a broken bone."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Go. Home."
Fire came in my eyes and I slapped him.
They all stood up and widened their eyes.
Jungkook stood up and grabbed my wrist, and twisted it.
I screamed out in pain and tried to get away from his grasp.
"Listen shorty. I don't give a fuck about Tae that way. I'm just trying to cheer him up. I don't like anyone. I don't have time for that. You tell him anything, and I'll send my boys on you. And don't fucking put your hands on me.", I nodded fast, so he could release my wrist.
He twisted one final time before letting go with a force, making me fall on my ass.
I rubbed my wrist and glared at him.
I got up, "I'm leaving."
I walked out of the door, and Yoongi followed me.
Jungkook's P.O.V
I slumped back down on the couch.
"This is why I hate people. None of you better bring an outsider to this house."
"Ok. But, Jungkook, who did you kiss? That Taehyung person? Who is he?", Jin asked softly.
"Don't worry about it.", I dismissed him.
"Alright.", he shrugged.
I just hope shorty won't tell Tae anything.
I don't want to give him another reason to hate me.
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Yoongi's P.O.V
I'm not gonna lie.
He looked cute when he's angry.
As I was driving, I saw him clutching his wrist.
I stopped at the nearest store, and went inside to buy him an ice pack, a wrist brace, and some chocolate.
I payed for it and went back in the car.
Wait, was I caring?
I never care about anything.
What's happening?
I gave the bag to him without saying anything.
"What's this?"
He opened the bag and looked back at me.
"Thank you, Yoongs."
I nodded and started the car again.
"You shouldn't have slapped him."
"He deserved it. No one is going to use my best friend and get away with it."
"Jimin, he's the leader of the mafia. What do you think he's gonna do? Love him? He doesn't love anymore."
"I hate him!", he put the ice pack on his wrist.
I chuckled and continued to focus on the road ahead.
Taehyung's P.O.V
I heard knocks on the door, and I opened it to see Jimin with a bad and an ice pack on his wrist.
"What the hell happened?", I widened my eyes and let him in.
I grabbed his wrist and inspected it, seeing it was red and swollen.
"I.. fell."
Since he's my best friend, I can always tell when he's lying.
"What happened Chim?"
He didn't answer me and just sat down on the couch.
"Was it Yoongi? Jungkook?!", I asked and he avoided eye contact.
What the hell happened over there?
since we're on thanksgiving break, ima be updating a lot this week
oh, I found this cute ass thai drama called, Love by Chance.
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ya'll should go check it out. it's funny too.
byee.