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“Taehyung wants me to leave”
The words cut through the silence like a knife and Yoongi honestly expected them after the week they had just experienced. Right now, however, he didn’t feel like getting into it with Jungkook, not today. He would have the same conversation with the younger man over and over again and still Jungkook always ran back to him, always running back towards the action, the adrenaline and the violence. It didn’t matter how hard Taehyung begged Jungkook, he was always going to stay as a permanent member of Bangtan.
Yoongi picked up his whiskey glass, it had a crystal engraving of a deer on the front and the amber liquid sloshed around inside when he downed the drink in one, barely even showing a grimace at the taste, too used to it.
“I told him I can’t. He doesn’t understand but-”
“But nothing. Taehyung knew exactly what shit he was getting into when he decided to spread his legs open for you and I’m sick of sounding like a fucking broken record after every minor injury you get!”
Yoongi couldn’t see Jungkook, but he could tell exactly that the younger man was pissed off, most likely due to the crude insults towards his boyfriend. He didn’t care. He needed to let out a lot of anger, lots of it and sitting in his office sounding like a parrot wasn’t going to help.
“You know what Kook? You either tell your boyfriend to keep his trap shut, or you tell him to leave if you won’t. He’s an emotional wreck of a person and I don’t need someone like that ruining my business, got it? Either pull on his leash or cut it”
Yoongi turned around then, away from the ceiling to floor windows and instead, to his desk where he could face Jungkook. He watched the younger man fiddle with the bandage wrapped around his forearm and he sighed, already feeling a vein in his neck threatening to pop.
“Spit it out”
Jungkook shifted on his feet for a second and looked up.
“With all respect Yoongi, I don’t want you to address my boyfriend like a dog. Taehyung is-”
“An emotional threat”
“Concerned more than anything and I don’t blame him. He’s still getting used to all of this, he’s not like Jin or Hoseok or Namjoon. He wasn’t born into this the way we were”
Yoongi nodded, made a face as if he was actually contemplating Jungkook's words in his mind and instead of giving an appropriate answer, he sat down in his chair and raised one eyebrow, staring at the younger man with a bored look.
“Pull on his leash or cut it”
Jungkook nodded, turned around and left the room without another word. He wandered down the hallway, reached the elevator and slammed his finger against the button. The doors opened instantly and after some quick thinking, he decided to simply go down two levels and pay a visit to Namjoon. Maybe he’d know why their boss appeared to have a stick up his ass today.
He knocked twice and waited, like he always did when he went to the accountants office. He heard Namjoons distant voice instructing him to come inside and he did, only to find nobody sitting at the desk. He looked over to the far side of the room where a small black corner couch and low black table sat and found Namjoon and his fiance Seokjin sitting there. Seokjin appeared to be bent over the table, leaning his face down low onto the surface and when Jungkook heard the loud sniff, he understood immediately.
Namjoon leaned back against the couch, the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, legs spread wide as he placed a gentle hand on his fiances back. When Jin resurfaced, he looked up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then grabbed a tissue and wiped the bottom of his nose, probably wiping away the aftermath. Namjoon rubbed his back and looked at Jungkook.
“What’s up?”
Jungkook looked between the two and awkwardly watched as Jin leaned back against the couch and put a white powdered fingertip into his mouth against his gums.
“Uhh, did I interrupt something?”
Jin shook his head and Namjoon chuckled.
“No. We’re heading out in a couple of minutes though. We’ve got the late shift tomorrow, so we’re taking it to our advantage. If you want, come with us? Take a sniff if you want”
Jungkook shook his head.
“Maybe another time. I actually came here to ask about Yoongi? Did anything happen? He’s pissed off about something but-”
Jin interrupted him with a sound that sounded almost like a squeak.
“He called me this morning to come pick him up. You know about Stigma, right? Closed down permanently and the cops basically put a ban on Yoongi buying it back up again. Same thing happened with First Love and Reflection”
The younger one was still a bit confused. Things like this always happened to Yoongi, he always had these problems, something else must have happened. Either it did, or Yoongi really was just an asshole. If Yoongi was pissed about his clubs closing down, it usually meant someone on his side, staff that is, did something wrong. Did they get caught with their private rooms or were they closed because staff had ratted Yoongi and his shady deals? Jungkook wasn’t educated about any of that, his role was simple. Violence first and ask questions later. Protect Yoongi with his life and ask later.
“So, Yoongi’s pissed because some clubs shut down?”
He watched Namjoon shrug and place a hand on Jins thigh. It was certainly a good thing that Namjoon was such a diligent worker, he had probably finished his work for the next couple of weeks if it meant that he was taking a night off to party with his fiance. Of course there was always more work for the accountant to do everyday, but seeing him relax, even if it meant powdering his nose, was satisfying at times. Jin ran a hand through his own hair, pushing the strands out from his eyes and he nodded with a mischievous smile.
“Ok, don’t tell anyone, but when I picked him up this morning? He was arguing with some guy with crazy pink hair. This guy, he’s shorter than Yoongi but he looked like he was some prostitute or something. Uhh, anyways, so Yoongi stops shouting at him but this guy, he’s really going for it, hands flying, pushing Yoongi back, I thought I was going to have to get out and handle this guy-maybe I should have, I would have been able to test out-”
Jungkook watched Namjoon look at his wrist with a watch on it. He bit the inside of his cheek and then squeezed his fiance’s thigh tighter.
“Babe, let’s hurry this up, yeah? Reservations, remember?”
Jin made an oh sound, as if he just remembered something and nodded.
“Ok, so before I get out, Yoongi just straight up kisses this guy! And the guy just shoved him away, gave him one big slap as well! Crazy guy ends up running away, Yoongi gets in the car, tells me to shut the fuck up for no reason by the way, and he just, you know, starts talking to himself. He’s saying shit like ‘Fucking whore doesn’t deserve my money’ ‘Fucking whore likes to fuck but not kiss’ you know, stuff like that. After that, he’s been in a shitty mood all day”
Namjoon stood up then and grabbed his jacket that was hanging over the back of the couch and put it on. He whipped out his phone, turned it on and raised an eyebrow.
“Taxi’s gonna be here soon. Wanna catch one with us, Kook?”
Jungkook contemplated it for a second. On one hand, he could meet up with Taehyung and break the news that no, he was not going to give up his job despite suffering from a bullet injury the night before. On the other hand, drinking himself into a stupor seemed pretty decent for the night ahead, plenty of alcohol to soak up whatever needed soaked up, plus it was an opportunity to destress before having to deal with shitty mood Yoongi for the rest of the day.
“Sure, why not? Hang on, I’ll grab my coat and meet you guys down there”
Namjoon nodded, Jin wiped the coffee table down with his finger and Jungkook looked away when he saw exactly where that finger was heading. Anyone who knew Namjoon and Seokjin, knew that they followed the rules of ‘waste not, want not’ down to the core meaning. That finger was probably in Namjoons mouth, numbing his gums and giving him an adrenaline boost for the rest of the night.
Jungkook stepped out of the room, pressed the elevator button and while he waited, he looked over to a stray figure lurking in the corridor. The bright pink was what caught his attention and he looked over, finding a guy with pastel pink hair and an oversized black jumper. Huh, pink must be popular nowadays. Still, this guy was unfamiliar, clearly new to the building and so, Jungkook did his job.
“Hey! You! Yeah, you!”
Pink haired guy turned around and Jungkook wasn’t sure who he was, but he could tell one thing straight away, this guy was pissed off and clearly didn’t look like he wanted to be here. Yoongi was already having a shitty day, what better than to bring him a guy who was probably going to complain about something that could easily be fixed within seconds?
Yay him.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Min Yoongi? I need to speak to him about something”
“Ok? Well, I don’t know how you got in here without an appointment, but he’s pretty much in no mood to take anyone today, come back another time, yeah?”
Just as he said that, the quiet beep of the second elevator on the far side of the corridor sounded, the doors opened and to Jungkooks surprise, Taehyung was the person who poked his head out. He looked one way and then the other until his eyes caught Jungkooks and the pink guy. Instantly, he sprinted out and grabbed the pink guy’s arms.
“Jimin, I swear to-I wasn’t being fucking serious when I said he could help”
Pink guy, now known as Jimin, simply shrugged him off and stuck a hand on his hip.
“I’m getting desperate Tae, look-”
“Oh yeah? So fucking desperate that you’re still willing to go back?! God, it’s hard to sympathize for you when you clearly love the attention, why am I not surprised? You literally beg f-”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Jimin threw himself forward with a yell, already intent on landing some hits on Taehyung. Before he could even do so, Jungkook had grabbed the smaller man’s arms and squeezed in anger. No-one was ever going to harm his boyfriend, never ever.
Jimin continued to yell and thrash about like a wild animal, Taehyung screamed bloody murder for Jungkook to let go of Jimin and Jungkook one handedly fought off his boyfriend who was attacking him now! The whole thing was so chaotic, that they didn’t even hear the beeping of the elevator in front of Jungkook ring out. Nobody saw the doors open and nobody saw the familiar figure step out until Jungkook felt Jimin loosen in his hold and Taehyung quietened down instantly. Jungkook looked over his shoulder and watched as his boss looked at Jimin with a raised eyebrow, the hint of a smirk curling it’s way up Yoongi's face.
“What brings you by, princess?”