Jimin followed Taehyung through Noxa Lounge, his presence making the mediocre crowd part for them. All of the usual suspects swarmed in the establishment. Rich, beautiful women gossiping about the latest scandal, business men tying up big deals, and of course, wealthy young men burning their family’s hard earned fortunes on drugs and alcohol.
Even though the place was bursting at the seams, Jimin’s phone call to the establishment to inform them that they were en-route ensured their booth of choice was ready upon arrival.
Before Jimin could take his coat off, the pretty waitress in her figure-hugging dress was beside him balancing two Royal Salute whiskeys on a golden tray. That alone let people know they were men of a certain caliber with the total cost at three hundred thousand a glass.
Neither man thanked the woman. Instead, Taehyung met eyes and he slid a ten thousand won bill into the pocket of her apron, and Jimin didn’t miss the young woman blushing as his fingers brushed across the front of her womanhood.
Jimin lowered his voice and leaned towards Taehyung. ‘I think she wants to have your babies.’
‘Not possible.’ Taehyung’s lips curled up in disgust.
Jimin knew how fussy Taehyung was. If he was being honest, he was just as picky when it came to choosing a woman to bear his children.
After opening the door to Taehyung and his new fuck toy last night, both men had not mentioned the untimely intrusion. He was waiting for Taehyung to bring it up, and fill him in on what he planned to do with this Aera.
Jimin knocked back his whiskey before he got straight to the point. ‘I have to ask. What are your plans for the woman tied to your bed? Is there a reason she isn’t in the basement?’
Taehyung didn’t answer. Instead he tapped his phone a couple of times and slid it over to Jimin. A photo of Aera filled the screen, a different one to what he had seen in the catalogue. She was grinning and holding her middle finger up to the camera.
His brows furrowed as he zoomed in to study her face, but Taehyung’s fingers soon obscured the view as he took the phone back. ‘This was her when I requested another picture from the cell. Does this look like a girl that was just kidnapped?’
Jimin pressed his lips together for a moment as he thought about the peculiar photo. ‘She’s certainly unusual.’
He didn’t miss the small smile that grew on Taehyung’s lips as he glanced at his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. ‘Does that answer your question?’
‘Partly,’ Jimin teased as the corner of his mouth lifted, ‘you didn’t mention what you plan to do with her.’
His friend looked sombre as he replied, ‘That, I’m still unsure of. Last night she was-’ Taehyung paused, ‘when I removed her blindfold, I swear she was checking me out.’
Jimin’s eyes widened, and he found Taehyung’s baffled expression amusing. ‘She did look quite content when I walked in on you both.’
‘She was.’ Taehyung took a deep breath before continuing, ‘She wanted me to fuck her, Jimin.’
Now Jimin was puzzled. ‘I’m not following. Isn’t that a good thing?’
A small smile appeared on Taehyung’s face. ‘Yes, and I wanted to, but the way she provoked me made me want something else from her.’
Jimin caught the waitress’ attention and gestured for another round before saying, ‘So, if you didn’t fuck her, what is it that you want from her?’
Taehyung wasn’t usually lost for words, but Jimin noticed the way he struggled to explain his current situation. ‘It’s difficult to put into words, but it’s like she could read my mind. I want to test her. I want to find out if she can handle who I am.’
Jimin leaned back and lifted a brow whilst he waited for the waitress to place their drinks on the table. ‘How do you mean, test her?’
‘I’m going to let her see the real me. Then, I’m going to make her beg me to fuck her.’
‘What is this?’ Jimin ridiculed with a wide grin, ‘the famous V fascinated by a woman?’
‘No,’ Taehyung scoffed, ‘but I am intrigued.’
‘Speaking of girls,’ Jimin clucked his tongue, ‘I met a hot little thing at the apartments yesterday.’
Taehyung’s face changed and Jimin knew it was his turn to be teased, ‘I should have known I can tell by the look in your eye when your minds in the gutter. You should have brought her back with you if you liked her that much.’
Jimin punched his arm, ‘I’ll settle for a night in her bed.’
‘What’s so incredible about her that you're smiling like a goon right now?’ Taehyung asked Taehyung as he took a sip of the expensive spirit. ‘Is she how you like them? Nice and feisty?’
Jimin's eyes almost disappeared as he smiled. ‘Yeah. I nearly had her yesterday, but she’s going to make me work for it.’
‘You want her?’ Taehyung rested his elbows on the table. ‘We can swing by in the Jeep on the way home and pick her up.’
He knew Taehyung was joking, and he had no intention of taking her by force, but for a moment, Jimin’s dick took over his brain when he thought about all the wicked things he could do to her if he got her back to the house.
Shaking his head, he ridded himself of the notion. ‘No, I’m going traditional on this one. I plan to take her on a date.’
‘Didn’t you say she knocked you back?’ Taehyung quipped with a mocking smile.
Jimin's forehead creased as he met his friend’s banter with a stone-faced glare. ‘Shouldn’t you be worrying about that potential psycho chained to your bed?’
‘Touché.’ Taehyung laughed and held his glass up.
Jimin looked over his shoulder as a distracted Taehyung waved someone over and raised his hand signalling for table service, and when a petite man appeared at their booth, he scooted across his seat to make room for him.
The newcomer’s ebony hair contrasted starkly against his porcelain skin, his slanted eyes narrowing as he gave them both a gummy smile. ‘Jimin, Taehyung. Long time no see.’
Taehyung and Jimin were friends with Yoongi many years ago, but like he and Hobi, they had lost touch, apart from the occasional encounter in mutual watering holes.
Jimin ordered an extra drink for their old friend whilst Taehyung greeted Yoongi. ‘I haven’t seen you in here for some time. I thought you found a new establishment to drown your sorrows?’
Yoongi smiled and gave a half-hearted laugh. ‘I’ve been trying to find other ways to forget about a shit day at work, but today warranted a drink or two.’
‘We know the feeling.’ Jimin empathised, knowing Taehyung understood what he meant by their interpretation of a “shitty day”. ‘This should do the trick, though,’ he said as their drinks were served.
Yoongi took his glass, his nose hovering above the rim as he took an appreciative sniff. ‘Wow. You guys know your whiskey. I hope you’re not expecting me to get to the next round?’
‘Don’t worry.’ Taehyung tipped his drink to touch Yoongi’s, ‘It’s on us.’
Yoongi swilled the liquid and then took a swig. ‘If you can afford to buy this on each round, then I’m definitely in the wrong line of work. I should have stuck to figure crunching like you, Taehyung.’
Jimin gave a knowing look to Taehyung. It wasn’t a complete lie, he was good with figures and he did it well at his father’s company. ‘Where are you working now?’
Yoongi seemed to be looking for someone because he completely missed Jimin’s question. ‘Thanks for the drink, but Namjoon will be here soon.’
‘There’s room for one more,’ Taehyung shrugged casually, ‘invite him over.’
‘No way,’ Jimin interrupted before Yoongi could reply, ‘I’ve not seen him for years. Does he still pretend he’s a serious guy, yet walks around with crazy blue hair?’
‘Yeah, that’s him,’ Yoongi laughed, ‘we work together at the government research facility, CIN Technologies.’
Jimin knew that CIN Technologies was a government laboratory that kept most of their projects out of the public domain. ‘What do you make in your labs, then? Rockets and bombs and stuff?’
Yoongi scrunched his face and let out a snort.
‘It’s top secret,’ he whispered with an inconspicuous wink.
Jimin felt a light tap on his leg, and knew something had piqued Taehyung’s interest. He could literally see his friend’s brain ticking as he remained silent. He wasn’t entirely sure what the man was thinking, but he couldn’t help but notice the caginess in Yoongi’s reply.
‘What?’ Jimin joked. ‘Are you secretly cloning humans or something?’
Yoongi suddenly looked like a deer in headlights, his expression showing signs of discomfort as Jimin briefly met his partner’s gaze.
Taehyung shifted forward, demanding Yoongi’s attention, hesitating momentarily before saying, ‘Are you?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ Yoongi scratched the back of his head and looked everywhere but at them. ‘It’s just...animals and stuff, you know? Like guinea pigs and rabbits.’
Taehyung glanced at Jimin, and he knew he’d only remained silent to calculate his next words. ‘My line of work goes beyond number crunching. Leave me your number and I’ll be in touch. I may have an opportunity. An opportunity that won’t require a strong one to erase the shittiness of your day.’
Maybe it was because they went way back, but Jimin was impressed with how Yoongi didn’t hesitate as he took the phone Taehyung had extended to him and keyed his number in. ‘Sure, I have nothing to lose.’
Jimin was the first to notice a sophisticated man standing beside Yoongi with a serious visage. ‘I just searched this entire bar for you.’
‘You’re just in time for the next round.’ Taehyung gestured for Namjoon to join them.
Namjoon gave Taehyung a tight-lipped smile as Yoongi said, ‘You remember Taehyung and Jimin, right?’
‘Please, have a seat,’ Jimin chuckled, ‘we’re buying.’
‘Maybe some other time,’ Namjoon declined politely as he tapped Yoongi’s shoulder. ‘We have a dinner reservation.’
‘Nice seeing you, guys,’ Yoongi finished his drink in one clean gulp and rose to his feet, ‘hopefully it won’t be months until we do this again.’
‘I have your number,’ Taehyung nodded, ‘I’ll call you with my offer.’
Jimin could see Namjoon grilling Yoongi as they left the establishment. His looks may have improved but he hadn’t changed, always acting like the scolding parent.
More importantly Jimin wanted to know what “opportunity” Taehyung had in mind for Yoongi. ‘What’s going on in that crazy head of yours this time?’ Jimin questioned his scheming friend.
Taehyung grinned satanically.
‘The rise of our supremacy.’
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