(A/n: It's a double update so make sure you saw the previous chapter named Video teaser#1)

"Yoongi!! Yoongi stop! Where do you think You're taking me? Hey-- and what the hell are you even doing here in Vegas?"

Jimin struggled with the iron grip on his wrist, stumbling over some small potted plants lined along the open corridors of the hotel as he was dragged god knew where by the said boy.

Soon the shorter boy gasped, finding himself cornered into what looked like a deserted Janitor's room by a very pissed looking Yoongi.

"What the fu--"

"You can't tell anyone you saw me here." The older cut him off getting straight to the point. Jimin looked up, confusion crossing his face which made Yoongi sigh loudly. He knew he fucked up.

"But what are you doing here anyway?" The orange head persisted, suddenly finding things quite edgy, "are you stalking me Yoongs?"

The silver head scoffed at that, hands coming to cross over his chest in defence.

"In your fucking dreams Dim Jim," he spat eying the other with a burning glare," After you used me as a rebound for Taehyung... Or should I say my own uncle and left me within a month, you really think I would stalk you?"

Jimin shut his mouth at the allegation, because it was the truth.
A few months after his breakup with Taehyung and the Kims having moved out of Daegu, he had fallen lonely and met Yoongi, Tae's cousin in the same school he went to. They became friends and then lovers within a month before Jimin realized he was only using the older to forget about Mr. Kim and that didn't even work then. So he owned up and broke up with him soon after but the breakup caused a rift in their friendship as well.

"And before you have any further miscalculations," Yoongi continued, raising his hand to flash a quaint metal band on his ring finger, "I'm married now."

Now that was something Jimin hadn't expected.

His eyes widened comically, mouth falling open and heart almost freezing in his chest.

"Yo- You .. what!?"

Yoongi nodded, dropping his hand with a short sigh. Jimin couldn't believe it. He just couldn't.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are Yoongi, how can you be-be married so young?" The orange head spoke quickly, a weird desperation lacing his tone.

"I'm twenty four already," Yoongi informed him before crossing his arms back over his front, " and I fell in love with an amazing guy this time around."

When Jimin's heart started to beat again, it was accompanied by a small ache and he looked down at his slippers.

A short moment of silence passed without none of them knowing what to say to the other. Meeting your ex suddenly out of nowhere isn't really the best thing to happen to you.

After a while Jimin looked back up, seemingly more composed than before and peered into the other's deep brown eyes.

"Is that why you're here then? On your honeymoon?" He really hadn't meant for the last word to come out this bitter but he couldn't control it.

The other paused for a second before quickly nodding in positive.

"Yep you got me," Yoongi said, a fake smile tugging at his lips, hoping Jimin would just buy that. But the latter was smarter and faster enough to notice something was off.

"Wait a minute, you came to Vegas with the money you earned from running an instrument shop in Daegu?"

There he goes. Smart lil mochi!

Yoongi coughed and cleared his throat, pulling up an offended look.

"My husband is a rich guy," he lied smoothly and Jimin could only scoff harder.

"Damn right he is," he muttered under his breath feeling a pang of jealousy wash over his senses. Then another thing struck his mind.

"Why did you say I couldn't tell anyone you were here?"

The silver head internally choked at his question, feeling stupid for spilling his own beans.

"Uh.. well- I was-- you know--" he began, trying to conjure up another lie before the younger stepped closer, one eyebrow raised upto the hairline.

"You know there are others here with me... Meaning Taehyung and Jungkook. Why don't you want me to tell them you're here with your husband, Yoongi?" Jimin questioned taking another step, voice taking a rough interrogative tone. The older stumbled back.

"Taehyung is your family isn't he? Why not tell him and hang out together instead?"

"No!" Yoongi cursed at himself for saying that so fast and loud.
Jimin stopped, a smirk forming on his plump lips.

"What are you hiding mate?"

Yoongi thought he could really use death as an option to get away from this situation. He couldn't let any of the youngers know the real reason he was here or he'd be dead anyway but it would be more brutal because that would involve his uncle swinging his kitchen machete or a rich man hiring hitmen to get him killed.

"Ji-jimin please--"

"Please what, Yoongi?" He knew he was being a tease, feeling as if he was this close to unravel some huge conspiracy when suddenly Yoongi stopped on his feet and yelled.

"It was a secret marriage! I fell in love with him but my family said no so I ran away to Seoul and got married secretly. Taehyung doesn't know and nor does Uncle Jin or anyone!!"

A few moments of silence ensued and Yoongi wasn't sure if his little outburst worked or not. He wasn't really lying about anything. It was true... He was married secretly and no one really knew about it.

Jimin let out a small "oh" and took a small step back, dropping his eyes back to the floor. Yoongi heaved a huge sigh of relief and held his thudding heart but the younger was too busy feeling empty, to notice anything.

"So," The silver head cleared his throat," I hope you can keep my secret for once Jimin? You know, as compensation for dumping me all those years ago?"

The younger nodded absent-mindedly, bringing his fingers together to fiddle with each other.

"Do you really love him that much?" The sudden question startled the older who simply scratched his head in confusion.

"Do you love him enough to run away from your family?" Jimin clarified and Yoongi took a moment before saying yes. Again, it was true. He loved Hoseok enough to run away from his family if he needed to. But in reality, his parents were really sweet people who he knew would accept the ball of sunshine without hesitation.

For some reason, Jimin looked and felt dull as ever. As if he got his face stuck in the nozzle of a vaccum cleaner. Yoongi decided his job was over for now and bade a 'goodbye see you' to the other before strutting his way back to the rooms.

He quickly ran back to their floor and furiously knocked the door to his suit before it opened inward and a beautiful stallion featured boy presented himself with a small frown on his lips.

"There's a bell right here you know?" Hoseok said twisting his lips at his tardy husband who huffed and took him in his embrace.

"And where were you all this while? How much time does it take to retrieve a bag Yoongi?" He complained, trying to pry away from the older who only tightened his grip over him.

"I love you," Yoongi ignored his words, nuzzling his face into the taller's neck. Hoseok rolled his eyes but complied anyway, returning the hug.

"I missed you Douchie," he chuckled, stepping backwards while pulling the shorter inside and slammed the door shut.

From a few rooms around the corner, Jimin peeked out from behind a wall and narrowed his eyes at what he had just witnessed.

"Cafe waiter Hoseok... A rich guy huh? There's something definitely wrong going on over here."

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(A/n: A few more secrets got revealed and oops! Looks like the 'men on a mission' are in some serious trouble, huh? ;))

Next chapter will be about Namjin i promise.

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