The Mini-Me Team // Yoonmin

Chapter 4: Is Min Yoongi DEAD?

Yoongi adverted his eyes away from Jimin who was coming over to his table but when he heard the chair being, he caved in.

"You spoke." The younger growled and leaned forward. "You're either a huge jerk who refuses to talk to someone like me, or you're a selective mute with a bad past like me." Yoongi blinked, noting that last part. Jimin stared at the older with wide eyes that were filled with many emotions, but the older averted his gaze and gulped down his new bottle of beer.

Yoongi opened his mouth, yet quickly closed it and looked away when a guy came over and tapped Jimins shoulder.

"What?"

"If you're done talking to your boy toy. My boss would like to speak with you." He points to his supposed boss and Jimin rose a brow.

"First off, I'm very much single." The smaller stood up and grabbed a fistful of the man's suit, pulling him close and watching him panic.

"A-Ah n-no p-pl-please." Jimin scoffed and let his grip go, then walked over to the man the dude pointed to.

Yoongi sighed and decided on watching the younger just in case something off the plan was to happen.

"I remember you from years back." Jimin hums and played with the man's fingers as he straddled his lap. Every now and then glancing at his partner to see the angry glare the two were reserving.

"With a handsome face like yours, I wish I could've remembered you too. Maybe if you tell me your name it will remind me."

"Names Dean, gorgeous. Is Park Jimin your real name?" The said man shook his head.

"A name I got from a guy who helped me once." Dean hums and slides his hands down the smaller's body, pressing his lips against Jimin's neck, causing him to moan.

"Do you wanna go somewhere?"

"Well, I don't do the back rooms but see that man over there?" The younger points to Yoongi who was trying to get a waitress away from him. "He's my banker, said I am going into debt so I'll do anything you want," Dean smirks and leans forward.

"I'd be happy to take him out for you." Jimin shifts onto his knees presses his crotch against the olders stomach connecting their lips. Dean moves his hands to the smaller ass, squeezing it, eliciting a groan.

"Let's go," Dean says quietly, pushing the smaller off of him so he can stand up. Jimin nods to Yoongi as he is dragged by, giggling with the older man until they reach an empty room. Being slammed against the door, one of his legs is pressing against the elder's crotch.

The smaller isn't sure if they'll go as far as sex, but he wouldn't mind if they did. As lips travel down Jimin's neck and chest, his mind is as blank as a piece of paper.

"You are fucking stunning."

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Jimin lit a cigarette and handed it to Dean as he pulled the covers up to his naked chest.

"Man," the older took a puff and exhaled the smoke loudly, "I'll send you the money but we have to meet up again." Jimin licked his lips and shuffled to lay his head on Dean's chest.

"How bout you tell me about Zico and all our meets in the future are free?" The older pressed his lips together and slung his arm around Jimins shoulders.

After a few minutes of thinking, he hummed, "All right, tell me what you wanna know."

"Where is he?"

"He is leaving for Paris in two days." Jimin took a deep breath and then slung his leg over Dean to straddle his waist.

"Do you want anything if you're answering my questions?" Dean puts the cigarette in the ashtray and cups the youngers face.