"There's been some merchandise missing." Taehyung said looking up at Chan and Yoongi.

Chan immediately panicked. He wasn't used to being in a room with the two most important men here. "Sir—it—it wasn't me—"

Yoongi held up his hand to stop him from talking. As long as he had worked with Taehyung he knew better than to speak up before he finished telling the story.

"I know it wasn't you. If it were you wouldn't be here." He chuckled calmly.

Chan gulped down nervously as Yoongi tensed up. He tried to keep a calm steady breath to avoid getting any attention.

The night with Jimin had been magical. That was even an understatement. It was perfect. He had never felt such a strong connection with someone before.

It actually felt like their souls united.

It wasn't just the sex or the pleasure. It was the connection they created. It was a vulnerable thing to let someone see and have your body. Yoongi was extremely happy it had been with him and not with anyone else.

But as the encounter was over and the euphoria vanished, he found himself wide awake the whole night. Unable to close them for even a second.

His mind circled over and over wondering if anyone had heard. Wondering if Hoseok had erased the tape of him going into the room and leaving early in the morning.

He had told himself it would be okay. That Taehyung wouldn't hurt Jimin even if he found out because deep down he was a good person. Kind. Like his father was.

However, being in front of him was always intimidating. Throughout the years he had learned to feel at ease with Taehyung and his brother, but today didn't feel at ease.

He felt inferior to him. Overwhelmed by his presence and power. Though he was the right hand and the top of his employees, he was not a match to Taehyung himself.

So being here after he made love to the man he was falling in love with made him fear him. It's not that he was afraid for himself, it was Jimin he was concerned about.

He told himself he wouldn't touch him. That he would stop himself from doing anything sexual with him. And though it was beautiful, magical even, the consequences could be fatal.

"I want you to find out who it is and get rid of them."

Chan's face turned a pink shade. Taehyung shrugged and kept eye contact with him. "What's the matter? Can't do it?"

"I—I can. It's just...we've worked with everyone there for so long..." Chan couldn't help but wonder if he really was capable of cutting people off like that.

"Doesn't matter. If you betray me I don't care how long you've been by my side. I'll make you pay in a second."

The speeding of Yoongi's heart intensified. The sweat under his arms was starting to wet his shirt. Breathe. He had to remind himself or he'd pass out.

"Understood sir." Chan replied, still taken-back.

"You may leave now."

Chan bowed and excused himself. He made his way out the door before causing any trouble. Yoongi did the same, but as he was reaching for the door Taehyung spoke up.

"Yoongi,"

His body tensed at his voice. Paranoid. That was the best way to describe the way he felt. Was his mind playing a dirty joke on him? Or did Taehyung really sound upset?

"Stay with me a little longer. I have a few things to talk to you about."

•••

Jimin woke up after hearing a noise outside his door. He squinted his eyes even though there was no visible light. The dark curtains were still covering the daylight.

It was Christmas Day.

He grinned from ear to ear recalling the previous night. By now his stomach would be growling, but not today.

His stomach was full—of butterflies.

He got up and ran straight to the bathroom. After emptying his bladder and brushing his teeth, he debated whether he should shower or not.

The stickiness of his skin from the sweat last night was uncomfortable. But if he showered, he'd wash off any trace of Yoongi. Who knew if they'd ever get to make love again.

Yoongi was pretty set on the "no touching" rule. He swiped all the negative thoughts to the back of his head and turned on the water.

Even if he wanted to keep his scent, he couldn't. Taehyung would smell him and know the cologne didn't belong to him.

Yoongi had been very gentle with him. He was very careful. Not leaving a hickey or any trace of him behind.

He scrubbed his body and his thoughts kept replaying the previous night. As he washed off the soap he looked down at his wrist. The bracelet was gone.

He panicked a little, hurrying to wash the remaining soap. When he was getting out, he almost slipped, catching himself before falling.

He wrapped a towel around his wet body and he quickly made his way to the room. The room cleaner was removing the sheets and she squealed, turning away.

"I'm so sorry sir! I—I assumed you were eating breakfast!" She apologized, turning deep red. She was wearing earbuds so that's probably why she didn't hear the water running.

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm—I'm looking for something." He said not embarrassed by his presence in a towel. He was mainly nervous.

Jimin started looking all over the bed and on the pillows. What if it had been days since he lost it? Could he have been so careless to notice? Just because he was finally over Yuta didn't mean he should throw away the bracelet.

As he got on his knees and peaked under the bed, he saw it there. It didn't look like it was broken. In fact, it looked like the knot had come undone and it was in perfect condition.

"I'm sorry sir. As I was removing the blankets the red string fell on the floor. I assumed it was trash." She apologized while bowing.

Jimin looked up at her slightly confused. If she had found it in between the sheets, that meant that it had fallen off last night. The sheets got changed daily so that was the only explanation.

Could this be a sign that all ties with Yuta had been broken? That his love story with him was over for good?

The thing that sort of confused him was the fact that he didn't feel as sad as he thought he would. The panic of losing the bracelet was long gone. Now that he had it in his hand he didn't even feel relieved to have found it.

Maybe it was a simple fear to fall in love all over again. Before Yoongi, he was deeply in love with Yuta and though he knew he had messed up, he still had hope they'd get back together.

With Yoongi in the picture now, everything was unclear. It was like being in between the fog and not seeing ahead. This was scarier than before.

The unknown.

"It's okay. I—I'll go change in the bathroom while you finish. I'm sorry." He got up from the floor and headed to the closet.

He picked a random sweater and jeans. At the moment he couldn't describe the way he felt. It was relief and fear at the same time. Something unexplainable.

When he was done dressing up and fixing his hair, he waited for the lady to be done. Once he heard the door shut he walked out. The clock read eleven o'clock.

Yoongi hadn't woken him up for breakfast. It had been a while since he needed an alarm. His body had gotten used to waking up on his own, but after last night his sleep was so deep not even the little light from the window did the trick.

Like usual, there was no sun. It was also snowing heavily. He stared at the snowflakes violently crashing against the glass. The bracelet was still in his hand which was now sweaty from how tight he'd been holding it.

He walked to the table with the mirror and opened the small clear box. All his hair pins were there and what better place to store the bracelet? It was all a reminder of Yuta so that was the best option.

Yoongi was now walking out of the elevator. Still a bit spooked at being alone with Taehyung for longer than five minutes. As he turned the corner, he spotted the cleaner with the dirty bed sheets walking by.

His heart raced, getting flashbacks from last night. As he felt his stomach flutter, he cleared his throat catching Sehun's attention.

"Here to see your whore?" He teased with a smirk.

Yoongi was so quick with his moves that Sehun didn't notice when he pulled out a pocket knife. Sehun swallowed nervously as he felt the pointy tip against his lips.

"I wonder if you'll be less irksome if I cut your tongue off."

Sehun didn't dare to move. His face turned a bright pink as he realized that Yoongi would do it. Without a doubt.

A pleasing smile formed on his lips as he moved the knife away. "Nah. Taehyung needs to speak to you right now. You won't be any good if you don't have a tongue huh?"

Sehun quickly recomposed himself and shoved past him. "Asshole." He murmured, stomping away.

"Imbecile."

"You know what Yoongi? You can suck my fucking dick!" He screamed furiously.

Yoongi kept smiling, triggering him even more. "Sure, as soon as you get it out of your ass."

"Fuck you!" He shrieked mortified.

Yoongi then rolled his eyes exasperated. He knocked on Jimin's door hoping that he didn't hear the whore insult. He was sure he heard everything else.

Jimin rushed to twist the doorknob. He had been waiting behind the door as soon as he heard Sehun frantically scream.

"Brat, can I come in?"