🌸 YOONMIN (Yg top)

🌸 Crime Boss Yoongi, Florist Jimin

🌸 Strangers to Lovers

🌸 Mature content (18+)

💜 Jimin and Taehyung are best friends

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Surprise! My first ever Yoonmin fic. I wrote this because the fest it was written for (Tiny Saga Fest on Ao3) was for both Yoonmin and Taekook and I wanted to give it a go. The next fic will be Taekook again. Let me know what you think of my offering. 

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"It's just unbelievable..." Jimin chokes up, watching the scene unfold on the small screen.

He's hunched over the laptop, checking the CCTV footage of the front of his flower shop from a few days ago. In it, there are three men fighting and falling all over his flower arrangements – the ones which took ages to plan and organise, for his grand opening not two weeks ago. The police have no leads.

Taehyung hums. "It could have been so much worse, I'm so glad you didn't get hurt more than you did..." He pushes the pale wisps of hair off Jimin's forehead, where the small, discreet plaster is still taped over the cut on his brow. "Whatever possessed you to intervene!?"

"I worked so hard to get everything just perfect, I can't believe it only took them seconds to destroy it all! Damn assholes..." he slams the laptop shut and reaches for the bundle of overdue bills. He's so broke already, it's unreal, and because of all the trouble, the opening was good-as ruined and customers have been few and far between, since.

When the bell at the door announces a customer, Jimin instantly gets up to welcome them in the hopes that they will buy something, anything.

The man approaches with a cool air of indifference that is only emphasised by the double-breasted black suit and a knee-length leather jacket in the same colour. A prominent tattoo – which Jimin recognises as belonging to a local crime syndicate – tarnishes the milky skin at the side of the neck, it's clearly visible from under the swept back, shoulder length, dark hair. The strikingly feline eyes observe Jimin like they're assessing him.

He walks over like he owns the place, hands in pockets, and he stops right in front of the counter. Jimin straightens to his full height, the friendly smile falls off his face. When the potential danger of the situation registers to Taehyung, he shuffles behind Jimin, eyes blinking wide under the curtain of long, dark bangs.

Jimin stares straight into the cool, sharp eyes without an ounce of fear.

"Can I help you?" he says, taking no notice of the clear attempt to intimidate. The stranger's hair and jacket still sparkle with specks of autumn rain.

"I'm Min Yoongi." He passes over a smart, black business card. "It's been brought to my attention that there was some trouble here last week." The sharp eyes observe the contents of the table between them and take in the pile of bills with all the angry red revealing Jimin's embarrassing situation at a glance.

Glaring, Jimin grabs the pile and throws it into a drawer. Without even trying to hide it, he glances toward the door in the hopes of finding some passer-by who might come in and witness what is about to go down. He knows the syndicate has their fingers in all sorts of pies around here and he has zero intention of getting entangled in any of it.

"And...?" he says.

To his surprise, no threats come, the man simply pulls a thick wallet out of his chest pocket.

"I'd like to apologise for the inconvenience and pay you for the damages." Min Yoongi flips open the wallet, starts counting notes right in front of the two men.

"Money can't fix what was destroyed," Jimin grits back from between his teeth, bitterness burning on his tongue. He knows exactly what this guy is all about and he is not about to give in to any scams. "I wouldn't expect you to understand," he adds in a bitter tone and Taehyung glances over, confused.

Chin lifting proudly, Jimin spits out the words with disdain, "I'll never accept your apology! Or your dirty money!"

Min Yoongi's eyebrow arches. Whatever friendliness there may have been on the serious face disappears altogether, it's replaced by disdain in a flash.

"Never mind, I'll take back the offer, my mistake," he grits, rudely turning his back when he heads for the door without another word.

"Yes! You can shove it-"

"I'll enjoy it more when you come begging for it!" the dark figure calls from the door. "Looks like you won't be here for long without help..." he adds, bored eyes roaming over the deserted shop.

Jimin throws a foam square with the full intention of hitting the irritating man straight in the head, but to his frustration, Min Yoongi simply steps back smoothly and the block lands on the floor with an indifferent thump.

"That's never going to happen!" he hisses, furious at the mere suggestion.

"We'll see about that..." Min Yoongi smirks and disappears through the door into the abandoned silence of the shopping centre corridor.

"What is wrong with you, why didn't you take the money, you idiot!?" Taehyung squeals as soon as the door closes.

"I'm not taking some dirty criminal's money! The syndicate ruined my father, my family, they are totally irresponsible, the lot!" Jimin waves and shouts, distraught. "I'm not going to get roped into that. No way." He breathes heavily, frustrated fingers tangling in his blond hair.

Taehyung peers after Min Yoongi and suddenly says, "Erm. Hang on a minute." Just like that, he leaves – only to appear a few moments later with a cheque in his hands. "I forgot I had some money saved," he says in a tone that Jimin knows– even without the coincidence – that Taehyung is lying.

The small piece of paper wafts in his face, the amount is impressive, well beyond anything that was destroyed. Not that money was the point or ever has been. Min Yoongi's name decorates the top of the cheque, quite clearly.

"You? Savings?" Jimin laughs. "Nice try. I'm not taking this!" He grabs the cheque, shoves Taehyung outside with him before he locks up, leaving his best friend to make his way to their shared home on his own.

Jimin runs after Min Yoongi.

"Excuse me, Mr Min, you can keep your cheque, I don't want it." Jimin shoves it down into the breast pocket of the suit when the man refuses to take it.

A ghost of a smile comes to play on the serious face when Yoongi taps the pocket. "I didn't think your friend would get very far with it, but I thought it worth a try. I've seen the footage and it looked like quite a lot was ruined." Jimin is momentarily distracted by the sight of slender fingers pushing through the long, dark hair. Yoongi sighs. "I'm sorry you got tangled up with the business, I tell the guys to stay out of the way, but we had a new guy start. He's no longer with us."

"You killed him?!" Jimin gasps, hand flying to his throat at the shock.

"Who do you think I am, Mr Park?" Yoongi chuckles. "I don't kill people, I mean he no longer works for the company." He pauses and looks at Jimin up and down. "Let me buy you lunch, at least."

Jimin's eyes roll. "You have got to be kidding me? You're asking me out? After everything?" He scoffs. "No thank you, Mr Min."

"Well, a guy's gotta try..." The gummy smile is so contrary to the man's demeanour up 'til now, it momentarily throws Jimin off his anger because... it's incredibly cute. He can't help but to return it.

Back at the shop, Jimin sits down and sighs. He should have taken the money, he knows he's an idiot for not taking it – but he could never live with the idea of accepting payment from someone exactly like the people responsible for ruining the life of his family.

But now, his situation truly hits.

The post has arrived, there is a bill from the hospital and a second, overdue one from the landlord. If he doesn't come up with the money by the end of the month, he will be out on the streets. And there is rent for the apartment too, and food....

He stares at the business card of Min Yoongi that sits on the table, innocent. "Can't get rid of this guy, he's like a bad penny." He throws the card in the bin, determined not to give the man another thought.

A ding from the door announces another visitor. Unfortunately for Jimin, it's an unwanted call from an obnoxious man who also happens to be his landlord. A giant of a man in his late forties, whose eyes – and hands – always seem too free. Jimin swears under his breath.

"Sweetheart. I'm here for the re-eeent," Jang Hyunwoo's tall figure sings with an annoying smile.

"It's not due for another six days. I'm afraid you'll have to wait," Jimin says.

"Oh, but you owe me last month's, too," Hyunwoo reminds, finger wagging in playful warning. "It still counts, you know, even if you're only fitting the shop." He laughs at his own joke like it's funny. Jimin simply stares in shock when the truth of the words hits him. Shit. Should have definitely taken the money.

"But since I'm a super nice guy, I'll let you pay for just one month, if you let me take you out for lunch, somewhere fancy?"

Jimin almost gags at the thought, but one month's rent is nothing to be sniffed at – at least the guy is only asking for a lunch date and nothing more sinister than that.

"Let me lock up and grab my coat." Jimin forces a smile on his face, narrowly avoiding the hand that tries to land a little too low for his waist.

The day could not get any worse, yet, somehow it does.

They sit down at the restaurant and to Jimin's horror, he can see Min Yoongi sitting at a meeting further along, with another three men in suits. He tries to keep a low profile but Hyunwoo gets louder with every shot of soju until the whole restaurant is frowning at them.

Jimin tries to leave, only to be pulled back down by a giant hand curling tight around the back of his neck, like a collar.

"No, we're having lunch," Hyunwoo slurs.

"You're mistaken. I'm going to leave. Now," Jimin hisses, struggling in the tight hold.

"I'm paying very generously for this lunch and for your company... so you better start behaving, before I'm going to lose my fucking patience," the drunken words spit on Jimin's face. He stares at Hyunwoo in shock, positively sizzling with bright, red anger.

"If you don't let go of my neck right now, I'm going to punch you in front of all these people. Is that what you want?" he says in a sweet voice, so close to absolute fury.

"Is there a problem?" Jimin flinches at the sound of the familiar voice. "Park Jimin, is this your boyfriend? Do introduce us. Min Yoongi," he says, with way too much drama, reaching out a hand in greeting. "What a pleasure to meet you." Yoongi smirks with glee when his outstretched hand is rudely ignored. Jimin can't tell if the hint of a wink he sees is real or not, he's too busy seething.

"Landlord," he corrects through his teeth. "Your help is not needed here, Mr Min." He squirms in disgust at the sweaty hand gripping at the back of his neck. "I can handle myself just fine." The dark stare hardens to a kind Jimin imagines is more frequently used in shadier situations.

"That, I do not doubt, but I'd rather minimise the damage to my restaurant, if you don't mind?" Yoongi drawls, his focus entirely on Jimin.

"Your restaurant?" Jimin's lips press together to stop all the things he could say coming out, right now. Eyes on Yoongi, he simply elbows Hyunwoo in the stomach and the man doubles over, complaining. Just like that, he let's go and Jimin is free to go. He gets up and bows toward Yoongi in the most dramatic fashion possible. "Happy? Good day to you, sir." With an insolent flip of his hair, Jimin walks into the gloomy afternoon.

Heavy rain is falling across the darkening streets. Unfortunately for Jimin, the debacle in the restaurant has left him stranded, miles away from home and the shop. He has no cash, he has no idea where he is – at this point, he doesn't even care, he just walks, huffing and puffing, angrily muttering to himself.

The familiar voice of Min Yoongi calls through the rain from somewhere behind, "Let me give you a lift!" Jimin glances over, lifts a middle finger and keeps on walking. The dark car follows him, at a walking pace.

He pulls out his phone and texts Taehyung to tell him he'll be home late because of what's happened. As soon as he mentions that a certain someone is trailing him with an expensive car big enough to almost be called a limo, the phone rings.

"I- I there's a... I need – it's an emergency, I need your help Jimin, please. Come back quickly." Taehyung doesn't sound particularly distressed, it's suspicious, if anything. "Hurry, Jiminah, I need to talk to you in person!" he whines and it's just convincing enough to check if the car is still there. Jimin sighs in resignation.

The dark windows give nothing away, but one opens to the downpour when Jimin stops by the car.

"I need a lift," he says, "Home."

While they travel in silence, Jimin can't help but to notice details. Minibar. Expensive leather tailoring. The heavy rings on the slender fingers sitting on a knee. The subtle scent of... oranges?

"What made you change your mind?" The somehow amused eyes trace Jimin's wet form from head to toe. The longer the eyes stay on him, the more suspicious he gets. His heart skips a beat when it occurs to him that the criminal sitting opposite might have a thing for him.

"A friend needs me. I just need to check something." He pulls out his phone and dials Taehyung's number. A sleepy voice answers. "You alright? What was that?"

"Are you in the car?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in about ten minutes."

A relieved sigh sounds from the other end. "Great, see you then," Taehyung says, as if he suddenly had not a care in the world.

"Wait, Taehyung! What do you mean?"

"Well, you're in the car now, right? And out of the rain... Just wanted you to accept the lift, that's all, don't hate me..." Sudden kissy noises fill Jimin's ear.

"Taehyung, you're impossible... I love you, see you in a bit."

When Jimin looks up, the dark gaze is already waiting for him, unwavering. Something has got to give.

"What is it that you want from me, Mr Min?" he asks in a quiet voice.

"I have a proposal for you – "

"I won't sleep with you," Jimin shuts him down in an instant, cheeks flushing at the strange mix of guilt and excitement that floods him at the mere prospect of what Yoongi could be talking about.

"You haven't even heard what I was going to say." A hint of mischief seems to dance in the corner of Yoongi's smile.

"I don't care, whatever it is! I'm not going to pimp myself, just because I'm desperate financially." Jimin scoffs at the very thought. "I'd rather starve to death than sleep with someone like you," he spits the words out, all the while ignoring how his body hums at the closeness of Yoongi in the quiet, enclosed space.

Just for a moment, Jimin is tempted by the obvious danger when their eyes lock and the tension between them sizzles with heat. There is a strange need that ticks louder and louder inside him.

The car pulls into a stop in front of the familiar, tall apartment building.

Ignoring Yoongi altogether, Jimin rushes out without a word. He slams the door shut behind him with too much power, too much frustration curled up within his body. It's too easy to pretend it's the rain that's making him run, when in reality, he runs through the downpour with a sudden desperation on his heels because he's trying to hide from himself more than anything. This is dangerous. This is stupid. Stay away.

To Jimin's horror, Yoongi steps out of the car and catches up with him, too easily. "Wait!"

"Just can't get rid of you, can I? How many times have I told you already? I have no interest in doing anything with a fucking criminal!" Jimin hisses. In an instant, he finds himself thrown against the wet, stone wall of the building when a cool hand grabs him across the throat and jaw. Yoongi is suddenly breathing close, so close that Jimin can see how the rain has clumped his eyelashes together.

"One of these days that fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in serious trouble!"

Jimin pushes against the hard body, but Yoongi doesn't shift, he's solid as a rock. It's impossible not to feel terrified – not because of the physicality of their positions but because for the first time in his life Jimin feels like the person staring into his soul might know him, really know him, deep inside. And that's scary as hell.

In Yoongi's gaze, there is want there, admiration, curiosity – a kindred spirit locked away in that body that just happens to be against all of Jimin's moral principles.

"You can hit me if you want, Park Jimin, but I'm going to kiss you, right now – whether you want me to, or not," Yoongi grits through his teeth. His fingers push into the back of Jimin's hair, where they clasp around the soft waves and tighten. The rain falls hard, like a curtain of secrecy around them, there is no one else around.

Even after the threat, Yoongi stalls, eyes searching, waiting for an objection.

Despite his own pride, despite his high and mighty principles, Jimin remains silent, blinking at the rain, trembling with need in the arms of the very man he wanted nothing to do with.