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“Let me get this straight. You want me to convince a jury that your company had no idea the product was defective, even though the internal memos clearly show you knew six months ago?” Jimin stares down at his client, fat belly barely contained by the button of his suit.
“It’s not like that… Look, we wanted to fix it. But we didn’t have enough time…” the client says through a trembling voice. He avoids looking at Jimin.
Textbook liar.
“Not enough time. That's adorable.” Jimin laughs with a straight face. “I can put you in jail for this. I just don’t have enough time.”
“What… what are you saying? You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“Boo hoo. I won’t be caught dead on the losing side. Listen to me, and do it very carefully. You are greedy and you can’t lie to save your ass. You made a mistake, and mistakes leave trails. I say we bury those trails so deep, no one will ever find them. But I need your full cooperation. No more half-truths.”
The client nods almost too quickly, “Anything you need!”
Jimin picks up a document from the table, flips through it, and tosses it in front of the client.
“Cut them each a fat check and do it fast.”
“But… there are 31 plaintiffs!”
“Congratulations! You can count.”
“But…”
“I’m not taking your case to trial. I’ll look like a fool standing there defending a lost case. You either settle with your victims now, or you settle later. There’s no way out of this where your dirty wallet doesn’t open.”
“But this is a lot of money!”
“That, or 31 years in jail. And you…. You won’t last two weeks in prison. With none due respect.”
That shuts him up. Slowly, he brings out his cheque book and starts signing page after page. When he’s done, Jimin’s patience is on a thread.
“With how slow you signed 31 cheques, no wonder you couldn’t fix your mistake in fucking six months.”
“I-”
Jimin snatches the cheques from him.
“Get out of my office.”
A paralegal comes in after the client leaves (in tears). She gives Jimin a knowing tight-lipped smile.
“He deserves it,” Jimin sighs.
“Yes and much worse,” she nods. She takes the cheques and the relevant documents from Jimin’s messy desk. “Thank you for wearing the mean hat. This firm needs more lawyers like you.”
“There’s no more. I’m limited edition,” Jimin smiles, and it turns into a yawn.
“Get some rest.” She leaves.
Jimin leans back into his chair. He spins around to the glass wall overlooking the city’s sparkling skyline. He unbuttons his tailored back suit, easing the uncomfort and sighs. He sees his own reflection in the glass—slicked back black hair, pressed suit, his tie hangs slightly loosened—the fierce, impenetrable mask he’s been wearing cracked, leaving an exhausted shell staring back at him. He allows himself to unclench his jaws, letting go of the tough facade he’s put on in front of his crooked clients, his muscles relaxing from a day of gritting his teeth through lies, threats, and endless negotiations.
Jimin raises a hand to his reflection, brushing his fingers over the faint shadow on his cheek. It feels as it looks—shallow.
For a fleeting second, his lips twitch into a self-deprecating smile.
“Tough guy, huh?” he mutters under his breath, his voice tinged with bitterness. The glass offers no response. He looks at the clock on his desk.
11:18 PM.
A message from his mom saying they missed him at dinner tonight.
Jimin sighs and texts back his apologies.
-
The studio hums with quiet energy, the small but tight-knitted crew occupies the room. Someone is sitting by the sound system, adjusting and readjusting to perfection. The floor vibrates faintly with the bass of a beat on loop. The same song has been played no less than ten times, but the rapper is yet to be satisfied.
“There’s this buzzing in my ears when the music starts,” Min Yoongi frowns at his crew through the mirror. “What’s that and how do I get rid of that immediately?”
The sound engineer almost falls forwards as he lunges at the mixing console, lowering something.
“It must be the bass,” he says. “I turned it down.”
Min Yoongi, dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, stands in the centre of the room, his dark hair slightly damp from hours of practice. He watches himself in the mirror, mic in hand, his piercing focus locked on his reflection.
“Okay, let’s get it, hyung. 12th times the charm!” His drummer cheers. What an optimistic kid—the room brightens up when he walks in.
Yoongi nods, and the studio buzzes with his unreleased song. As Yoongi continues his practice, no frowns in sight, the crew lets out a silent sigh of relief. Finally, after 3 hours, they finally get the technicalities of the last song down.
As soon as the last beat fades out, Yoongi’s drummer—Jeon Jungkook, cheers.
“There we go! Min Yoongi’s genius crew strikes again! Someone write that down.” Jungkook throws his drum sticks away.
“Uh… guys. I think I forgot to click record. Can we go again?” Yoongi’s tour coordinator—Kim Seokjin, says.
“I’m going to kill myself.”
“JK!” Jin leans back into his chair, his laughter fills the room. “Happy April’s fool day!”
“It’s August.”
“AGUST D aka SUGA tour!” Jin laughs louder. No one gets his jokes, and quite frankly he doesn't get his own jokes as well most of the time. He just says the first things that come to mind and hopes it's annoying enough. “Get it, let it roll, MSGJJMBB crew!”
“What's MSGJJMBB?”
“Min Suga Genius Jjang Jjang Man Boong Boong, the best nickname of all time! Hello? Let's go!”
That’s what lack of sleep does to an individual.
“Let’s go home!” Yoongi’s manager echoes.
“Namjoon’s right. Home, we go.” Yoongi raises his hand, stunned at his empty wrist, then starts looking around the room. Namjoon raises his phone, showing 3:43 AM on his screen. “Take tomorrow off, everyone. Paid leave.”
Everyone starts screaming how much they love Yoongi.
Finally finds his phone, Yoongi quickly scrolls through the many notifications. His mom texted him saying her best friend asked about his well-being.
Yoongi sets a reminder to call his mom first thing tomorrow morning.
-
“You’re pulling my leg,” Jimin says to the phone, deadpan.
“I’m not. She’s the one. It’s real this time, I know it is.” His best friend’s cheery voice replies. “I love her.”
“And I respect that. But you’ve only known her for two weeks, Taehyungie.”
“And that’s 14 whole days!”
“Look. All I’m saying is-”
“I’m going to propose to her.” Taehyung announces, cutting Jimin off.
“What?”
“Today. I’m taking her to her favorite artist’s concert. Do you know Agust D?”
“Do I know Agust D? The Agust D whose family have dinner at my house biweekly, and you happen to join us occasionally? That Agust D?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“Don't piss me off even more.”
Taehyung chuckles, “I miss hyung.”
Jimin wants to yell.
“Kim Taehyung, I am forbidding you from proposing to your girlfriend. Today, or anytime in the near future.”
“Why? Are you in love with me or something? Have you finally figured out your undying love for me?”
“Taehyung-”
“Sorry, Jiminie. You know I love you right back. But not like that.”
“Kim Tae-”
“I love Sol. She’s my lung, she’s the air I breathe. She’s the light at the end of the tunnel…”
Jimin lowers the phone away from his ears so he doesn’t have to listen to the exact same bullshit from Taehyung, the very one he’s heard every single time his best friend ‘finds the one’.
Jimin pulls out his laptop, navigating through the website until he finds AGUST D’s tour page, then boom.
‼️ SOLD OUT ‼️
Fuck.
“Where did you get your tickets?” Jimin cuts Taehyung’s poetry of love off.
“Huh? Yoongi hyung gave them to me, of course.”
“Yoongi gave- … He gave you the tickets.”
“Yeah.”
“Personally.”
“Face to face~” Taehyung sing-songs. “Sol’s a big fan.”
“Do you have one more?”
“No, I only have one Sol.”
“No, the concert ticket,” Jimin pinches his nose bridge.
“Oh! Nah. I thought you don’t listen to hyung’s music.”
“I don’t.”
“You hate him.”
“I do.”
“Then why do you wanna go to his concert? I don't know about you, but you'd never find me at a concert of someone I hate.”
“Because I wanna be there to support you, of course, Taehyungie. Who cares about Min Yoongi?”
There’s a pregnant pause.
And then Taehyung starts squealing on the other side of the call.
“You support me? You are my best friend! My soul twin! The love of my life! I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings.”
“Did you just quote Taylor Swift?”
“If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you. I love you. But sorry babe, the concert is sold out. You’re gonna have to support me from the comfort of your bed tonight.”
Fucking dammit.
“Aw, suck.”
“I know right! Don’t worry. I’ll take a million pictures just for you.”
“Yay. Can’t wait.”
As soon as Taehyung hangs up, Jimin rushes to the reseller sites to search for a ticket for tonight's concert. He doesn’t care if he has to pay 5 times the original price (he does care), he’ll do whatever it takes to get himself inside that concert venue to stop the proposal from happening!
-
So.
As it turns out.
No one is reselling the ticket. Not for 5 times the original price, not 10 times.
Nah dah.
Because Agust D is that much in demand.
And now all Jimin can do is stand outside the venue, right at the entrance, menacingly staring at everyone else who dresses up and queueing excitedly.
He has to go inside. One way or the other, he needs to be there. He can’t let his best friend make this grave mistake. He doesn’t want his first divorce case to be from Kim Taehyung a month from now.
“No! I’m telling the truth! I’m Min Yoongi’s wife! Look!” Someone is shouting at the guards. She’s waving a piece of paper in their face. There’s a picture of AGUST D aka SUGA aka Min Yoongi on it, and his signature that’s obviously lifted from another fansign event and pasted onto this paper. “I have the marriage certificate right here! Look!”
So the marriage jokes aren’t all jokes after all.
Wait.
Wait a damn minute.
Jimin just has a brilliant idea!
-
“I swear it was here a minute ago,” Jimin puts on his most pitiful, innocent, angelic face as he’s patting his suit down, looking for the nonexisting VVIP pass that he ‘lost’. “I’m so sad.”
“Sir,” the security guard gives him a once over. “There are only 3 VVIP passes for this concert and all are accounted for.”
Jimin feints a gasp. “What about mine, then? Was it fake?”
“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“But… Agust D- no, Min Yoongi personally gave me the pass. Does it not say anywhere on your list?”
“Sir, if there was an extra super special VVIP pass given out by the artist himself, then I didn’t know about it. Unless you’re his family, I am not aware of any other VVIPs I should be expecting.”
Jimin breathes in. Kim Taehyung, the length I would go for you…
“I am his fiancé. Does that count?”
The entrance falls dead silent.
“...fiancé.” One of the guards takes off his sunglasses for dramatic effect. “We weren’t informed of Mr. Min’s fiancé coming tonight. Or that he had one.”
Jimin shrugs, cringing at himself.
“Here I am~”
“Jimin?” a voice calls him. Looking over the guard’s shoulders, Jimin sees Yoongi’s manager coming towards him.
Well…
Shit.
“What are you still doing out here? The show’s about to start.” Namjoon shouts at him over the background noise. “Let’s get you inside!”
“Um…”
“Sir, my apologies. I didn’t know you were Mr. Min’s fiancé. Please go in.”
Namjoon looks at him weirdly. “Mr. Min’s what now?”
“Fiancé,” the guard repeats. “Someone he’s engaged to? Soon to be married?”
Jimin wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
“Who?” Namjoon frowns at the guard, then raises his eyebrows at Jimin. “Him?”
“Um... Namjoon hyung, listen-”
“Oh, Yoongi hyung’s gonna have a field day!” Namjoon barks out in laughter. “Come on in, Min Yoongi’s fiancé! Let’s get you to the VVIP section!”
“Hyung, wait-”
Namjoon has one arm around Jimin’s neck, pulling him along as they’re both speed walking to the VVIP section.
“You’ll be seated on the highest section of the stadium. Oh, your in-laws will be there too! This is exciting!”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“You have no idea.” Namjoon smirks, but Jimin doesn’t see it, too busying surveying the crowds.
“Have you seen Taehyung?”
“Taehyung? He’s in the VIP section. It’s right below yours,”
“Perfect.”
Namjoon nods to himself, “Perfect indeed.”
-
The concert starts with the loudest cheer Jimin has ever heard. He’s seated next to Yoongi’s older brother. Yoongi’s parents were surprised to see him, and wouldn't stop asking him how he’d gotten there. Naturally, he lies.
“Yoongi invited you, huh? VVIP, too.” Yoongi’s mom echoes him. “That’s so interesting.”
“You know what else is interesting, auntie,” Jimin feels bad for lying to her. To them. Yoongi’s parents are watching him like hawks. “The concert. The concert is interesting as well! And it’s starting!”
“We missed you at dinner last week!” Yoongi's mom all but yells to win over her son who is rapping on stage.
“I'm sorry I missed it, auntie.”
“No worries, darling! I know you're busy! It's not easy to be an amazing lawyer and wonderful son at the same time!”
“Thank you, auntie!”
‘I’m a king, I'm a boss
Remember my name’
“Honey, why is it so loud in here?” Yoongi's mom rubs at her ear.
“Mom, we're at a concert!” Yoongi's brother yells from between his mother and Jimin. “Your son's concert!”
“Right.” She gives her rapper son on stage a sour look, muttering something before turning back to Jimin. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s chat more later!”
“Yay, let's!”
Jimin’s eyes trained back on the blond head sitting a row below him. Taehyung is cheering and rapping along like a typical fan, but occasionally he pats at his pants pocket and Jimin wants to die. Taehyung’s girlfriend is screaming her head off, half the time doesn’t even pay attention to her boyfriend.
The concert comes to the VCR break, and that puts Jimin on edge. The screens are showing various fanmade signs, posters, slogans, and then the camera pans to the VIP section.
Did Yoongi know about the proposal? Is that why the camera is focusing on Taehyung-
The camera pans up from the VIP section, away from Taehyung, and stops at the VVIP section.
At Jimin.
On the two big screens, Jimin’s face is framed in a pink heart. Under the heart frame writes:
‘Min Yoongi finally put a ring on it’
For a split second, the stadium gets so silent they can hear a pin drops.
Another line fades in below the first text:
‘Rapper's Fiance’
Chaos ensues.
Cheers and screamings and yellings.
Min Yoongi’s mom is screaming.
Min Yoongi’s dad is screaming.
Min Yoongi’s older brother is screaming. Right in Jimin’s ear.
Fucking Kim Taehyung is screaming one row below.
Kim Taehyung’s two-week girlfriend is screaming.
Min Yoongi, who is doing touch-ups backstage while watching the small monitor, is screaming.
Kim Namjoon is smiling and high-fiving Kim Seokjin in the sound booth.