SugaMints
Agust D x Gangster Jimin
Kitty Gang AU
Word count: 541
a/n: I blame twitter.
“Hey there big boy. Are you new around here?”
Purple-pink hair sways as a young man approaches Yoongi with a slick smile. The sequins on his jacket glimmer under the weird lights of the club, covering over the white Gucci tee underneath. Yoongi notes the small tattoo peeking out from underneath the materials.
“Been in these parts longer than you have, kitty.”
The smile grows wider. He is brazened. Tight-fit pants moulded on the strong thighs that now encase Yoongi’s. Yoongi keeps his hands away from the body in front of him. He knows far too well that he should not. This territory is not under his rule anymore and this boy will only lead down a path of dumb decisions.
“My name’s Jimin. What’s yours?”
Yoongi leans back as Jimin leans forward. He laughs.
“I know. You wouldn’t want to know my name. Actually, I believe you know what it is.”
Yoongi knows who exactly Jimin is. He makes it a habit to keep tabs about the people who play around in this underground filth. And knowing the people who make it harder for him to make his living is definitely one of his top priorities. This one is new, new but he has already gotten his name floating around.
Jimin tilts his head. The tattoo is a little more visible. Yoongi smiles. Just the confirmation he needs. Half the face of a certain cat greets him. Yoongi looks back up into the eyes of the boy.
Jimin places a hand on Yoongi’s chest. He still has his head tilted in question. The smile is lost.
“Your subordinates do. Now if you would please get off me. I have an appointment to get to.”
Yoongi lifts up his hands but he makes no move to push Jimin away. He waits for the other to do so.
Jimin runs both his hands over Yoongi’s white tee. He leans in closer, breathing down Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi watches without moving a muscle. This sweet face is dangerous.
“I still think you do. You are still not getting my name out of me, Jimin.”
There is a split-second scrunch on Jimin’s face. He backs away, crawling off Yoongi and standing there with a hand on his hip. Yoongi thanks him and takes his leave.
Yoongi shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He sighs, turning his head back to look at Jimin who is still standing there. Jimin has his hand up waving goodbye with a packet of white in his fingers. A brat’s smirk is plastered on his face.
“Fucking Kitty Gang.” Yoongi curses to himself.
“Oh! I think I know what your name is now. See you around, Agust.”
A quiet exhale through his nose. Hearing his name being sung out is cute. Yoongi gives him a wave, finally leaving the premise of the sketchy club. He does not look back.
“Goddamned fucking Kitty Gang.”
He breaks into a run. Yoongi does not usually run unless he has to. And because of Jimin, he does. He needs to go through a whole detour back to his own place if he is even going to make the drop off with RM.
