Thread by @Aamyungv

Limerence; a #yoonminau -

Marrying one of the biggest businessman of the country was never in Jimin's wish list. Becoming a trophy husband is not something he wanted.

But, when his father died in an accident, leaving his entire business in Jimin's brother's hands, it got messy.

His elder brother, the alpha of the family, was nothing but a spoilt brat with too much drug and alcohol in his system.

Drinking or snorting the entire business away wasn't really unexpected of him.

Jimin wasn't surprised when the graph of their company started to go down.

He had no other option than accepting the proposal of Agust. Marrying him and merging their companies. Jimin still remembers how Agust assured him that his family will be fine under his protection.

He still remembers how his brother was found dead the next week in a ditch.

Jimin had lost himself. Screaming and demanding an explanation from his husband.

“You promised!” he screamed, tears rolling out of his eyes, “you promised, he will be taken care of!”

Agust had looked at him, bored eyes staring Jimin down, “and, I took care of him. So?”

Jimin stood there, trembling in agony and fear, as his husband got off the couch.

“Listen to me, Jiminie,” he had said, walking right up to the omega, hand caressing the side of Jimin's cheek, “you are to keep these tears for his funeral and seal your lips up. Yeah?”

“Be a pretty and proper omega for me,” Agust had trailed a finger down to Jimin's lips, “and you will live. Otherwise, I will let you join your brother too. Along with your mother. Yes?”

Jimin had nothing to say. The fear of losing his only family, his mother, kept him silent.

He knew Agust didn't dip his hands in the blood. He had his own brother to do the deed.

Min Yoongi.

The younger Min. The black sheep of the Min family. He lived in his bachelor pad and was known as the rebel of the family.

What no one knew was, he was Agust's right-hand man.

Jimin met the man twice in his life. Once on his wedding day.

The next time, when he came to take the money from Agust for killing Jimin's brother.

“You will pay for it!” Jimin had said, tears brimming in his eyes, “I will make you pay for it!”

Those mirthful eyes were on him then. Yoongi had walked up to him, leaning forward to whisper right on Jimin's face.

“If you want to make someone pay, it should be your husband, pretty,” he had an infuriating smirk on his lips, “I am just a hired man. He killed your brother.”

“If you pay me,” Yoongi's smile turned into a lopsided smirk, “I will kill him for you.”

Jimin could do nothing but shiver. His eyes wide.

“He is your b-brother!” he had said.

Yoongi gave him a maddening laugh, shoulders shaking, “oh, for money, I will kill him right now.”

Tags -

- Morally grey characters
- No redemptions
- Underworld violence
- No consequences of the murders or crime
- DO NOT read if your moral compass is intact lol
- a/b/o
- angst
- will add more tags if necessary

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Jimin can't help but feel breathless every time he goes near Agust. Agust never took any interest in him. Since the day of the wedding, he never touched Jimin.

The man goes off from one omega to another, but he never showed any interest in Jimin and Jimin is glad.

The times Jimin spend beside Agust, holding onto his elbow, feeling the alpha's hand on his waist, is hell.

Knowing he is the reason his brother died, makes something churn in Jimin. He cannot help but feel nauseous every time they are close for a party or for public eyes.

Jimin notices Agust's sour mood as soon as they enter the party. The alpha keeps checking his phone.

Jimin sips his champagne, eyeing the alpha, while Agust checks the phone for the sixth time in a row.

“Fcuk this,” he curses, “why isn't he replying!”

Jimin finishes the glass.

Agust dials another number, “Namjoon?” he talks under his breath, “where is Yoongi? He is not picking up my calls! Did you all do the mission?”

Jimin picks up another glass of champagne, ears on Agust's words.

“Then, where is he?! If he thinks he can mess with my money-”

“His hideout,” Agust snorts, “trust me, Namjoon, tell him if I have to go there and find him, he will be dead.”

Jimin sits on the couch, eyes moving with the people in the party. Agust sits beside him, hand resting on Jimin's thigh.

“He can't cross me, Namjoon!”

“Fine, I will check up on him myself!” Agust grips Jimin's thigh in anger, fingers digging in his thigh, “just remember, Namjoon, the moment I get a whiff of him trying to betray me, I will get him and you all with him! Understood?!”

Agust cuts the call, looking at Jimin.

“You are going home,” Agust says, shrugging on his long, leather coat, “feign a headache. I will drop you off. Come on.”

Jimin follows the order. He bows to the ones who invited them, apologizing. Agust grips his elbow and almost drags him to the car in his hurry.

“I knew one day he will get brave and stupid enough to try to cross me,” he mutters, driving as fast as he can, “he really thinks he has what it takes to outrun me. A dog I fed, kept on leash, is now trying to come and bite me in the ass. It's time I pull his canines out.”

Jimin swallows the words down his throat. He grips the edge of the seat, eyes on the road.

By the time they are in front of the mansion, he is almost jumping out of the car.

Agust turns the car around and drives down the road. Jimin watches the car take the turn of the road.

He pulls out his phone and dials the number.

“He is on his way,” Jimin whispers, eyes stuck on the curve of the road, “he is pissed.”

Yoongi's breathy chuckle answers him, “I know. Brother dearest can take anything but betrayal.”

Jimin's heart races, “if he catches on…”

“He won't,” Yoongi answers, voice gruff, “now go inside and sleep. Be the perfect husband for the staffs of the house. After tonight, you will not catch a break for a few months.”

Jimin cuts the call and goes inside. He goes to bed as usual, but sleep doesn't visit him. At all.

The next morning, he wakes up to the butler knocking on his door increasingly. Jimin holds his breath and gets out of the bed. He opens the door to the butler almost sweating.

“Sir, police are here,” he says, voice trembling, “they,” the butler swallows, “they want to meet you.”

Jimin wraps the robe over his nightwear and comes downstairs to greet the policemen. He sits on the couch when the officer gestures at it.

“What's wrong, sir?” Jimin wonders, eyes wide and fearful.

The officer, Mr. Lee, looks a little troubled, “sir, it's about your husband.”

Mr. Lee sits on a chair, face nothing but remorseful.

“We were informed about a body in a warehouse near the Han river,” the police officer whispers, “by the look of it, it's your husband.”

Jimin feels his heart coming to a screeching halt. His lungs filling with too much air.

Jimin swallows, eyes never wavering from the police officer's face, “h-how… what?”

Officer Lee nods, sympathy clear on his wrinkled face. He holds out a phone, a picture on the screen.

“You have to come and testify the body, here is a picture. The shot was fired at his heart.”

Jimin knows it's his husband. The scar down his eye is prominent. He stares at the picture. His mind racing back to his brother's picture. Lying in a ditch just like this. Shot dead on the spot. Jimin feels tears fill in his eyes.

It's done. His revenge is done. Agust is dead.

Jimin gives the phone back to the officer, wiping his eyes.

“Any clue who did it?”

The officer shakes his head, “none, sir. The murder was committed somewhere else. His body was deposited in the warehouse before someone informed us. We have nothing yet. But, we will find them.”

Jimin nods, “I will help you any way possible, please, just,” he breaks down, hiding his face in his hands, “find them. Whoever did this.”

“Of course, sir,” Officer Lee assures, “do you have anyone in particular in mind? With motives?”

Jimin shakes his head, “he had rivals.”

“A successful and young businessman like him,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “had too many rivals.”

“We will go through everything,” officer Lee says, “in the meantime, please come to the morgue and testify the body.”

Jimin nods, “I will,” his face contorts, “I surely will.

Jimin sees the police out of the house and rushes upstairs to his room. He locks himself up in the room and dials the number given to him.

“Saw the picture?”

Jimin holds his breath, “y-yeah.”

Yoongi's low chuckle fills his ear, “good. I will keep the money, by the way.”

“What if I rat you out,” Jimin wonders, his heart racing in his chest, “I can easily tell them about you. Get you behind the bars too.”

Yoongi is quiet for a few seconds then the alpha laughs, “do that, dove,” his voice laces with venom, “but, I will walk right out of the trap.”

“And, when I do walk out,” Yoongi's voice goes icy, “you can imagine your fate.”

Jimin swallows, “for money or not, you killed my brother too.”

Yoongi snorts, “he was just another work for me. I had no personal gain. But, yeah. Do whatever. It will cost you, though.”

Jimin clutches his phone to his ear, “well, I will go to the police. I recorded our phone calls.”

Yoongi snorts, “now, you see, dove, it will get you in trouble too. What do you take me for? I know you would never. Just accept it, dove. Your brother was no saint. Okay?”

“Alcoholic, drug addict, going from one omega to another. Messing with the wrong crowd. His number was up anyway,” Yoongi hums, “but, sure. If you want, go ahead. Be stupid.”

Jimin does.

He takes all the evidence to officer Lee. The phone recordings. The messages. All of it.

“I will check all these evidences out with my superior officer,” Mr. Lee says, “are you surrendering too?”

Jimin nods, eyes cast downwards, “yes. I am involved in it too. So,” he shrugs, “just make sure you catch Min Yoongi.”

Mr. Lee nods, “let my superior officer check these.”

The officer walks inside. He takes his seat behind the desk and takes the phone. Jimin sits there, watching the man go through the evidence.

Then the officer is dialling a number, “yeah, he is here,” those sharp eyes find Jimin, “yeah, got all the evidence.”

Jimin blinks.

Jimin watches with horror, as the officer stands up and rounds the desk.

“Next time, Yoongi,” he says, drops the phone on the ground, “handle these outside of the station. What if someone caught on, huh?”

Jimin watches the officer stomp on the phone, breaking it into pieces.

Those eyes find Jimin again, the officer hums, “Lee will take him home. Sure, I will drop by.”

The officer leans in, face close to Jimin, “don't try this again, Jiminah. It will not end well. Just go home and let it rest.”

Jimin looks at the name tag.

Kim Seokjin.

- I will come back to it soon x