Rip 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood

Never has Jimin seen Yeosang this stressed since the day they've met. He's practically flying around the penthouse suite, getting cleaned up after Woosung got the blood samples splatted on his body, along with the closed, and trying to figure out what to do to whenever this Jeongguk guy is decides to show up.

Meanwhile Jimin is actually having a casual conversation with Woosung on the couch. Well if Woosung wasn't noting everything down than yeah, casual.

Apart from Woosung being a forensics scientist, he's also a certified psychologist.

It's funny because Yeosang didn't have to say anything to Woosung in order for him to grasp what's going on or why is Jimin even here. The answer is simply there; Jimin was crossed in some business that was not his to deal with, involving Yeosang of course, and now he's going through some anxious break down.

Let's not forget the dead body in his memory of course.

Talking about it to a stranger did quite help in some way but at one point Jimin didn't even know what he was saying anymore. His eyes kept focused to the way Yeosang would pace the room, eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed that was clearly troublesome as he grunts under his breath from time to time to his rushing thoughts.

Yeah, not even for academics was Yeosang like this.

"Jimin," The other snaps his head back to Woosung, who was staring at him intently, "Is something bothering you?"

It took a moment or two to understand that Woosung meant at the moment since it seemed as though Jimin has Yeosang's same expression on his face.

For a moment Jimin did think it over and wondering if it was even appropriate to ask, but after taking in a lot of courage to ask, he did.

"Who's Jeongguk?"

The name alone obviously has a very deep meaning. It carries a reaction as though you're not suppose to even utter it, in fear of the said people would appear that same second.

Like a demon.

And clearly it's not a good sign if he does.

That much Jimin could tell by how Woosung's body evidently tenses up on the coffee table he's sitting on, right in front of Jimin, and his his eyes flickers from the notepad and to Jimin's face.

Okay maybe Jimin shouldn't have asked.

The way Woosung's face coils into a dark and a glooming shadow is enough for Jimin to know that he shouldn't have asked. It's almost as if Woosung is asking him whether he wants to die or or be tortured if he mentions it again, so Jimin only averts his eyes away and stares intently to his lap, where his fidgeting hands are.

Usually Jimin doesn't like backing down without a fight, but Woosung's glare was enough to know this isn't a matter to challenge him on.

And that much he knew when the door suddenly open without as much as a knock.

Nearly knocking it off the hinges.

Yeosang is practically going through a variety shades of different colors right now, mostly a sickly pale now, and close to nearly passing out when a buff man with sun glasses steps into the room first.

Then following...... Someone else.

Make that two more people.

The important ones of course.

The first one who entered presence isn't as intense as the ravenette following behind him. He's more relaxed despite the hard edges of his face with sneering eyes of clear authority, but in an elegant and formal way. Multiple rings cover his tatted hands, an unusual bolt ring on his finger to be precise, the gold color make such a pretty contrast to his vivid red hair that he brushes back.

Handsome, he's very handsome and ethereal.

He doesn't even look real.

Then there's the one that followed, who seemed like the embodiment of a demon. Dark eyes casting dark shadows in the room that soak away all of the light away with his presence alone. It's not really anything he's said or is doing, he's simple standing straight while wearing a tux with raven hair groomed away from his face to show his sharp features.

It's silly how this man has the face of an angel, so many soft yet sharp edges that molds into a living embodiment of an innocent man, but with an aura of something so dark and twisted that even had Jimin squeezing his legs tightly in anticipation.

But that's when he caught something with his eyes, and that's a similar bolt ring on his finger that's interlaced with the other man's hand.

They're together?

The tension that just entered in the space isn't even a good tension itself, but the man with raven hair didn't even waste time to approach Yeosang and grab him by the shirt to his face with snarling teeth.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing? Huh? First Soobin tells me about the bodies and now I hear you're in Lisa's property? The fuck is wrong with you!"

Shit, his voice is so much more worse than his appearance.

If Jimin thought Yeosang's voice is husky, he could see where he got it from.

Yeosang surprisingly doesn't say anything, only let's the man scold at his face a colorful vocabulary lecturing harsh words. It seems like he didn't notice Jimin's presence here at all by how distracted he was.

Well he didn't.

But the other male did.

The man with vibrant red hair was initially looking at Woosung, who was packing up his stuff silently, but then snaps his eyes to Jimin.

If one could describe being skinned alive from the inside, this is probably what it feels like. It's almost like the man's gaze alone made Jimin paralyzed to move, make every cell in his body freeze involuntarily.

He's so intimidating......

"Oh.... I see you have a guest?"

God his voice is like the other male voice, perhaps even harsher and deeper, more deranged and aggressive.

Yet so calm.

It's so calm that it was the frightening type of calm. At any second Jimin feels as though he was going to attack him, perhaps with a blade or with his fists that would kill him instantly.

He has those eyes just ready to kill.

That feeling is so threatening and horrifying, especially since even Woosung seemed to submit to that stare as well.

Shit, who are these guys?

The sounds of the vibrant red haired man's voice forced the ravenette to snap his head towards him, slowly and menacingly finding Jimin's gaze towards him.

Jimin is shaking much more than a chihuahua right now.

Oh he looks so pissed.

So so pissed.

"And you brought someone here you little shit!" Oh yeah he's so pissed.

When he suddenly yanks out a gun from his waistband and he stood in front of Jimin with the metal death weapon pointed to his forehead, all of Jimin's life flashed before his eyes.

Fuck! He's going to die now!

He didn't even say anything!

"Father no! Stop!"

Father?!?

I'm sorry what?

That man is his father!?!

Yeosang is standing in front of Jimin now, shielding him from the line of shot boldly. The presumed father is glaring so murderously and angrily at Jimin as though he killed his parents and ran away from his raging wrath.

He never thought it was possible for someone to look this angry in general.

"This guy shouldn't be anywhere near close to what we do or even be at this place if he's not a fucking worker!" The man snarls so venomously that it's surprised Jimin that Yeosang didn't even flinch to the tone.

Instead he stood tall, almost like a statue, with eyes steady to his father, "I understand that, but I need him next to me okay?"

"Do you want to risk his head being sliced off son?" This time the red haired man spoke, a voice as soft as silk duvet, who approaches the two with arms crossed, "The Spawn will only cause death to whoever doesn't know how to handle it. We talked about this! We can't involve civilians into what we do unless they re the ones causing us problems!"

Clearly Yeosang is in a tough spot right and to say it's inappropriate for Jimin to speak right now would be an understatement. However he knows that right now he should remain silent throughout this situation, that much he is aware just by how his pinky finger is interlaced tightly with Yeosang's behind his back.

Hiding it from the two parents.

If Jimin speak, they will kill him-

"Oh calm down, both of you," Woosung abruptly huffs, standing up straight now while swinging his backpack over his shoulder, "He's my boyfriend. He accidentally walked in on Yeosang doing a mess and I told Yeosang for us to meet up here. He was just doing me a favor."

Excuse me?

Jimin nearly snapped his whole neck upon hearing Woosung saying this, eyes bulge out now with lips parted. Even Yeosang looked as shocked at Jimin was, but he clearly tries to hide it as much as possible after figuring out what his friend was trying to do.

The couple slowly snaps their eyes to Woosung, but he didn't look at them.

Instead he goes up to Jimin and leans down since he's still sitting on the couch, tilting his chin up with a finger to press their lips together.

Well fuck Jimin knows his charms works well, but he never expected for it to be this good.

Well this actually would be nice, but Jimin would perhaps like to know a guy a bit more before they get down to the dirty business.

Woosung is a good kisser at least, but that didn't help make Jimin feel comfortable since he could feel the ravenette's glare intensifying to the side of his head.

Oh this doesn't feel good....

When Woosung pulled away, he smiles softly and caresses Jimin's cheek, like the loving boyfriend that he is, before standing up properly to look at Yeosang, "Well I have important work to do, mind taking him home after this is done? Thanks."

"Wait, back up," The demonic man heavily spoke up, grabbing Woosung by the shoulders to face him, "Since when did you have a boyfriend? The fuck? Seriously he looks like a fucking teenager-"

"And that is your problem?" The husband of the other snaps, his eyes going almost as ferocious as his hair, "Our members are allowed to date whoever they please Jeongguk, as long as they know how to be silent."

Well shit that just backfired a bit too quickly.

Jimin is not a blind man.

He may be very stupid and very stubborn, but he's not an idiot to the clear tension going on between the three males. Jimin's pinky is still tightly interlaced with Yeosang's, who took that opportunity to glance back at Jimin.

The other is still immobilized in the couch, but he still managed to twitch a small smile just for the sake of trying not to pass out right now.

So this is Yeosang's life.

Not only filled with having a killing record, but a tough family who are also on the same category that he is in, probably worse, and part of this type of business that even involves a medic and more members. Not only that but most likely the people after him hates the family so of course the bratty Spawn doesn't want to stay here, where he's the most safest, and prefers going out there in risk of actually being killed.

What type of movie did Jimin just stepped into.....

The worst part of this now is how Jimin is involved. These people- Yeosang's family- knows him now, and their enemies knows him.

Even if he didn't want to, he's now involved.

And the safest place to be is wherever Yeosang is, no matter how well Jimin can protect himself.

"Well," Suddenly Jeongguk mutters, appearing just as the sophisticated boss that he is, looking down at Woosung with narrowed eyes, "Make sure he keeps his mouth shut and not get into any reckless messes with Oasis."

Woosung only indifferently glances at Yeosang and Jimin, being the only one who noticed their pinkies interlaced when he leaned in for that kiss. He specifically transferred that message to the two with his eyes before looking at the couple, giving a respectful bow.

"Have a good night," And he makes eye contact with Jeongguk for a second or two before moving past the two and exiting out of the door, still leaving a squeezing tension behind him.

It's unclear to see how Yeosang is reacting to all of this by how clouded and closed off his facial expression is, that only hardens when both of his parents turns to look him.

Who seemed much more relaxed than before, at least.

"You should've mentioned this earlier," Yeosang's other father, who Jimin still didn't know his name yet, sighs heavily, "Maybe your father wouldn't have went all havoc mode on you-"

"I did not go havoc mode!" Jeongguk snarls angrily, making his husband roll his eyes, "I have every right to discipline our son Taehyung, especially now that he wants to be all on his own!"

So his name is Taehyung.

"Perhaps waiting wouldn't cause so much harm," Taehyung snaps back sarcastically before putting all his attention on his son, placing his slender hands on his shoulders.

"Yeosang, just come home," He's not hiding the worry behind his eyes anymore and that somehow made his complexion softer and maybe even tender, "We'll solve this mess together and you'll be safe-"

"No."

Well good to know Yeosang is still in there.

Jimin was starting to worry that Yeosang actually lost himself because of this mess, and he's not really into that sentimental tender thing.

However Taehyung didn't take it so well. His face falls, almost as though Yeosang snapped his heart in half. Somehow his eyes seemed at though they dilated in size, the pouty lips growing deeper in sadness.

"Son come on-"

"I said no," Yeosang says now more sternly, slapping Taehyung's hands off him, "I can take care of myself. How do you expect me to be independent while I'm caged up back home? I need to know what I've been missing my life out on, and I need to do that alone; Whether I make mistakes or not, that's something I have to learn and grow on my own."

Ideally Jimin should probably excuse himself to leave, perhaps go to the bathroom or just..... Out the window, you know? Anywhere but here.

It's like he's intruding in on something that he's not suppose to, obviously since it's a family matter, but with Jeongguk's eyes heavily staring at him has him strapped down to his seat.

Okay maybe he won't get up yet.

"Look we understand," Taehyung sighs slightly in strain, his eyes almost pleading, "Just.... Okay just be careful. Don't get too close to anyone out there because it can be dangerous for them, and we only want you to be safe. So if we have to take anyone out ourselves to make sure our enemies won't get to them first to provoke you into doing something stupid and reckless, we'll have to do it. Understand?"

Oh.......

Wow..... Not only is Yeosang's enemies after Jimin to get under his skin, but also his parents if they find out the truth about their actual complicated friendship.

Great.

Oh that window is looking pretty immaculate right about now.

"I understand," Yeosang sighs before glancing at Jeongguk, "What about you? Weren't you ready to rip my head off when you came in?"

That's the first time Jeongguk snaps his attention away from Jimin since Woosung left and to his son, letting his gaze linger into him for a few moments before actually growing more relaxed.

Wow..... He looks 1% less angry now.

"Stubborn as me, not surprised," and he interlaced his hand with Taehyung, making Jimin see the bolt ring on his finger once again, "Fine, then learn on your own. If you need assistance, you know where to turn to."

And he settles his eyes one last time to Jimin, making sure to sneer them to show his displeasure with Jimin's existence before tugging Taehyung out of the suite. The husband only sighs but sends Yeosang a small smile with not another glance at Jimin, walking hand in hand with his husband out of the penthouse with their guard.

The second the door snapped shut, it was as though Jimin was finally being given the privacy and chance to even breathe.

Fuck he just met his parents and they haven't even fucked, or even went out to dinner.

And they hate him already, marvelous.

Yeosang seemed just as relaxed as Jimin did when they were left alone, dropping his body on the couch that Jimin is sitting on with eyes closed as he takes deep breathes.

The silence is still tense, but it's not uncomfortable, and thankfully Jimin is not a trembling mess anymore.

If anything, he's probably in denial.

"Well," Jimin clears his throat, turning to Yeosang with a forced smile, "Not even less than twenty four hours and now I'm a taken man, threatened to be killed by two families, and let's not forget that I killed someone too. Wow! And just yesterday I being asked to get dick up my ass but this definitely is life changing."

Oh how tempted Yeosang was to be equally as snarky back to him, but instead he only turns his head while still leaning it against the back rest to face Jimin's sarcastic smile.

"First of all, I hope you know Woosung only said that to save my ass, not yours. Two, if you keep your pretty mouth shut than that won't be a problem for my family. Three, at least you're still alive thanks to me, again," Yeosang lists off with his voice growing more and more annoyed with everything he says, making Jimin only roll his eyes, "Should've stayed away from me while you still had the chance."

Now this made Jimin's lips gawk, sitting up now with his face growing red, "You're seriously blaming this on me still! As I said if you weren't like a little follower after Joshua than most likely this wouldn't have happened!"

"Your annoying ass would've tormented me for rejecting you!"

"Excuse me! You're the one who pissed me off at the parking lot-"

"And you just had to kick me during class-"

"Can you stop interrupting me for fucks sakes-"

"Can YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

They're at each other's face now, glaring eyes piercing at one another like rabid dogs growling in a fight for dominance. Clearly Jimin has had enough of this bullshit for tonight and Yeosang is stressed enough with everything that has happened.

But there's one thing that they cannnot avoid.

They're both in danger right now, and being away isn't exactly going to make things better. Even if Jimin is perfectly well taking care of himself, far too well, Yeosang doesn't trust that he'll be able to handle a group of guys trying to ambush him.

Jimin is good at self defense, maybe not so much on offense.

That's something Yeosang could teach him so he'll be able to wander off wherever he pleases, as for now being alone isn't an option.

So Yeosang grabs Jimin's chin, pressing his fingers against his cheeks and yanks him closer. Jimin hitches his breath, but kept his composure and himself unwilling to appear affected.

He could be cautious of the world, but he will never be no weak asshole around Yeosang.

"After exams, you're staying by my side at all times," Yeosang growls under his breath, making Jimin's face fall, "When things calms down you can go do whatever the fuck you want, but as for now we're both dirty in this mess and I'm not going to risk hearing from my fathers how they took pleasure in killing you with their torturing weapons. For Joshua's sake, you're staying here, am I clear enough or do I have to express out each syllable slowly?"

Jimin blinks at him, letting what he just said process in his head properly. Okay, maybe he was thinking of being more around Yeosang for both of their sakes, but to stay here with him, that's ridiculous.

Just by seeing Yeosang's face already pisses Jimin off alone, now to see him everyday from the blink of sunrise to actual sunset- Thats just asking for them to end up physically fighting and to have one actually end up dead.

Oh Jimin is going to need some stress relievers if he's going to do this, seems like it isn't up for a decision either way.

So Jimin only purses his lips, eyes narrowed accordingly, "If I can invite my little friends over-"

"Absolutely not-"

"Will you be doing the honors then?" Jimin snaps back, slapping his fingers off him, "Listen I've been very sex deprived for weeks, literally haven't had some good dick because of how stressed with classes I've been. I like sex, so either that's the deal or no deal."

Clearly Yeosang is going through some insane debating in his head, but after a few moments of silence he grunts and stands up.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care-"

"Great!" Jimin beams as he shoots up his feet, looking around the large living room of the penthouse with a satisfied smile, "I'm so glad you have a big couch so I can definitely have an orgy there- Wow that kitchen counter is huge, it would be nice to get it from behind there- Wait is my room big? How many rooms does this place have?"

Perhaps Jimin noticed Yeosang's scowl deepening and deepening more and more as he approaches the kitchen across the living room, going to the fridge and takes out a water bottle.

He's gripping it rather too tightly the more Jimin speaks.

Fuck he hates him so much.

"There's only one room."

"Fantastic! I'm so glad you volunteered to sleep on the couch-"

This made Yeosang chuckle, perhaps a bit too darkly and sarcastic as he drinks his water and places it on the island, smirking widely.

"Nope, we are sleeping there together."

I'm sorry what?

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, trying not to feel flustered by the sudden information, "I hope you know I sleep naked..... All the time."

Yeosang is most definitely trying to fuck with his head now, just to piss him off like how Jimin attempted to do to him, and it was working but not in the way he was hoping for.

Now Jimin is only growing needy, much more than angry.

That's not normal.

"Well good thing I wear clothes," Yeosang ventures as he sits on one of the bar stools, leaning back to the island with a sarcastic grin, "Unless you want to see me naked."

The memory of Yeosang's tattoos hidden underneath the long sleeved shirt he has on right now wasn't helping Jimin's imagination at all. His throat is tying in knots just thinking of his fingers clawing against the tattoo printed against his sweaty muscles as Yeosang thrusts inside-"

No, Jimin is not going to fall for the temptation-

Wait.

Back the fuck up.

Who the fuck is Jimin? A little bitch?

He's the Prince of Sins!

Not Yeosang!

He provokes those emotions, not anyone else to him.

No way in fucking hell is Yeosang going to mess with his head again. This is Jimin's game and no one will ever play it better than he does.

"Well I wouldn't recommend that," Jimin chuckles dryly as his makes his way to the door slowly with a sway of his hips, "I kinda like to finger myself off before going to sleep. Kinda helps remove a little tension from the long day, but not like that will be a problem, right?"

Now this is how Jimin won.

Yeosang was left dumbfounded, pupils dilating and lips ajar with nothing left but the imagination to his words. He couldn't say anything, but words weren't needed for Jimin to know that he won. Regardless of his winning victory, Jimin only opens the door to leave the suite but pauses and turns around, an innocent gleam in his eyes.

"Well? Aren't you going to walk me home? Unless you want us to get a little head start tonight-"

"Let's go."

Regardless of what they've done already, Jimin likes it when Yeosang is stubborn into admiring or doing anything to Jimin. It makes things feel new and just..... Interesting.

Maybe Jimin has grew fond of the rejection after all.

It's funny because it just feels like nothing ever changes between them. They literally were thrown information about their lives to each other's faces, yet this little habit of speaking to each other doesn't change.

It's still the same, and in some way it's comforting for both of them.

It's probably because they despise each other to feel any type of resentment or hurt. They have nothing to hide that they don't already hate by their presence. That alone feels like no matter what they hide that comes to the light, this little thing they have won't change.

It feels like it's something they're growing so use, to have someone not care about what happens yet is somehow always there.

And they're having a difficult time coming up for more excuse on how to avoid this clear sentimentality for it.

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A/N:
Okay I kinda grew too excited to write their interactions. Most definitely now I will wait this story out until I catch up my other books.

B-But man now it just got really interesting gahhhhh

Alright let's see how fast I can update haha

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