(ENG)(BTS/JINCENTRIC) INNOCENCE
Chapter 4
Different from the hustle and bustle of the main road, Alley 21 was surprisingly deserted. Jin scoured for a long time before he found a run-down bar with a distorted sign written 'BT' and a light bulb flashing insanely as if it was about to burn out. Calling this place a bar was an exaggeration because it looked pitifully shabby.
"What a surprise! The owner hasn't starved to death yet,"- Jin thought to himself.
His brow furrowed as he pushed the moldy wooden door covered in dust and cobwebs. His mild OCD recurred, urging him to leave this disgusting place immediately, but he couldn't. Thanks to the fucking damned condition with that wretched detective. The creaking sound of the door made him feel like it might fall at any moment, making every cell in his body even more inhibited.
-"Damn it. Who the fuck disrupting my sleep?"
It was the first time Jin came to a place where he was greeted with such unique hospitality. Looking at the little mint-haired guy who just raised his head from the tiny bar, Jin swallowed the nervousness then asked politely.
-"Sorry...is the bar open?"
-"Can't you see?" He scowled and stood up.
"Huh, you guess, I really can't see it," Jin thought to himself.
-"What do you want?"
-"Do you have a menu?"-He searched for the cleanest-looking chair in the room, but it seemed a bit difficult.
-"No"- answered rudely by the owner.
His service attitude really made Jin, a person working in the hospitality industry and always devoted himself to satisfying customers' requests, want to go crazy.
"This is his place. Calm down, calm down."
After hypnotizing himself, Jin took a glance at dozens of alcohol bottles on the chipped wooden shelf behind the mint-haired guy, then smiled softly.
"Then Margarita, please"
The owner didn't reply but looked for mixology tools. Based on the owner's behaviors, Jin guessed the bar hadn't welcomed any customer for a long time, and the tool's location had been abandoned from the guy's memory already.
After a lot of effort, Jin finally found a chair that looked quite sturdy and seemed to be the cleanest. Using a wet towel in his pocket, he wiped the table and chair a few times before sitting down. Jin glanced at the clock; it was exactly 7 p.m.
Creaked... Creaked
The sound of a wooden door announced the arrival of a new guest. As expected, that person was the worthy detective that Seokjin had been waiting for, Kim Namjoon.
-"You're so early, Mr. Kim,"- He greeted with a smile, "How are you, Yoongi?"
"Not dead yet,"- The man replied with a tasteless manner, "So he's your chick, huh? I was wondering what a blind to come here."
The fire seemed to arise in Jin's body even though it was the middle of spring; he scowled at Namjoon.
"That's right, a blind wants to see me here. And Mr.Yoongi, right? Know what? You'd better respect yourself unless you really wanna serve a chick"- Jin turned his head to look directly at the mint-haired man while putting on a fake smile.
Namjoon parted his lips slightly and sat down on the chair next to Jin while Yoongi was still in shock by the chick's sharp tongue. Then suddenly, the bar owner burst out of laugh and gave Jin a cute smile.
"You're more interesting than your look."
"Huh, what a compliment," he scowled as he took the cocktail from Yoongi. Taking a sip, he smiled softly at the glass-"And it's not as bad as your look."
In a seedy bar in Alley 21, the owner grimaced as he watched the mobile game's performance drop dramatically because of his idiot teammates. His only two guests were slowly sipping their drinks while discussing "their work" in the subtle swearing of the owner.
-"How's the hotel?"-Kim Namjoon asked while turning the glass of red wine
-"I went to see Park Jimin this morning. Perhaps, he will take over the entire L hotel from now on because the Director and the GM were fired. He still thinks I was released from jail only because of his guarantee. He gave me the option to continue working at the front desk or move to another department...or work as his personal assistant. I haven't responded yet"- Jin shook his cocktail glass.
-"Hmm, although Park Jimin is the youngest child, President Park Taehwan seemed to trust him the most. As a personal assistant, it will be easier for you to spy on them."
-"But I have a feeling that Park Jimin is a control freak. Being so close to him, I'm afraid I'll be exposed soon"- Jin stopped shaking his glass and looked at Namjoon.
-"Be honest, you're afraid of being bent by him, aren't you?" Namjoon teased.
-"Don't be ridiculous. The damn condition you set is exactly asking me to sell my body," Jin pouted.
-"Oh, don't be that sour. You're making me an asshole" Namjoon rubbed his chin and frowned.
"You are nothing than an asshole" Jin cursed under his breath.
-"If you're uncomfortable being his personal assistant, then continue working as a receptionist. That position will also help identify some false transactions at the hotel"
-"Got it" Jin nodded.
-"And, here are some documents about the L corporation and the Park family. Keep it and try memorizing the names and faces of those people. It will be helpful for your spying activity. Once you're done, burn it"- Kim Namjoon pushed a business file towards Seokjin- "Also, we'll send someone to L hotel to protect you, so don't worry."
Jin opened the file, flipped through a few pages of documents, and asked expectantly.
"May I know who they are?"
"I'm not allowed to reveal their identities for their safety and yours as well. When you need them, they will be there"- Namjoon shook his head in denial but did not forget to reassure him.
Namjoon saw Jin out of the bar. Watching the slender figure disappear at a blurry turn, he came back inside and immediately received a suspicious and mocking gaze from the owner.
-"You'll stop at nothing to get your shit done, won't you? No wonder you dragged an innocent person into this dirty swamp."
-"When did you learn to care about others? Did the sun rise in the West today? Or...you like him? Well, it must be difficult. He said he was not gay"- Namjoon lit a cigarette with a small smile.
-"I don't have time for that shit. You'd better not regret later"- Yoongi rolled his eyes and scolded.
Namjoon sipped his wine and grinned at his cousin's ruffled state.
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