#yoonminau

the shopkeeper bell chimes as soon as yoongi pushes the glass door open. cool air greets him when he's fully inside the pristine white shop; it's a jewellery store. he wanted to see if he can find something for his boyfriend for their upcoming anniversary.
he is not looking for something too expensive because jimin already told him to not get anything for him but yoongi feels like he need to at least get one thing for his boyfriend. something simple like earrings or rings because jimin loves those.
the reason why jimin doesn't want yoongi to gift him anything this because yoongi has been spoiling him a lot lately. well, what can yoongi do? he likes seeing the shy smile and the blush on jimin's cheeks every time he received something from yoongi.
so that's why yoongi is in this store at the moment. he never shops anything from this store so he wanders around, observing every item that is on display, trying to decide which style suits jimin the most.

there are so many to choose from and to be honest, he wants to–
–buy each of everything because to be completely honest, everything looks good on his boyfriend. even if you give the ugliest clothes, jimin will make them look runway-worthy.

but he can't do that because that will defeat the whole purpose why he is here. the total–
–of everything will sum up to one piece of simple bracelet from jimin’s favorite store. so yoongi will not do that.

"hi..." a voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts.

a woman dressed in a grey blazer with a matching pencil skirt greets him with a smile.
yoongi can tell something is bothering the woman because she looks skeptical? her left brow quirks as she looks up and down at yoongi. even her smile flatters a little bit as she takes in the sight of the man.
he tries to brush it off, thinking that maybe he is just overthinking and overanalyzing every small detail.

"hi," yoongi greets back politely, offering a kind smile hoping that it will ease the situation. his eyes catch the metal tag on the other's blazer,–
–"kim garam." it reads. oh, so the worker's name is garam.

"how can i help you?" she asks, both hands place nicely on top of one another at the front.

"um.." he chuckles sheepishly, "i'm looking something for my boyfriend," yoongi tells, gesturing at the pieces of jewellery.
"oh..." garam blinks a few times. if yoongi were to look at her face right now, he can see the way her features pull into a confused expression.

"yeah, it is for our anniversary later this month but i'm not sure which one to get him." yoongi scratches the back of his ear shyly.
"i see..." she starts, nodding her head slowly as if she's thinking about something to say afterward. yoongi nods his head, waiting for the woman to ask him further questions. for example what type of accessories he's looking for? necklace? ring? bracelet?
and maybe after that, she will ask about which styles jimin likes, does jimin like diamonds, or does he prefers his jewellery to be simpler. something like that you know?

instead, the woman says something entirely different from what yoongi expected.
"everything in this store is pretty expensive. i don't think you can afford any of it." garam gives a sympathetic smile at yoongi.

the shy smile that was previously on the man's face completely gone. did he just hear that correctly? did this woman just insult him in his face?
the man blinks a few times, mouth slightly agape as he tries to process what he just heard. "what?" that's the only word he manages to utter because he is too baffled by the situation.

"yeah...i'm so sorry sir." yoongi wants to laugh at the worker's apologetic face.
"you think i can't afford anything from here?" yoongi scoffs in disbelief, voice slightly louder earning a few looks from other customers.

garam just bows her head even more, probably embarrassed from all of the attention that is currently on them. the audacity this–
–woman has to be embarrassed after insulting yoongi like that.

"you know what? i'm not arguing with you." yoongi closes his eyes and breathes out tiredly. "you're not worth my time."

yoongi turns around ready to leave the store when he small hand grabs his elbow.
"s-sir," the previous worker stops him. even though yoongi is angry at the woman, he still respects her enough to not tug his arm away from her grip.

"what?" his voice comes out harsher than he intended. "we need to check your clothes before you can l-leave."

what the fuck?
he turns to look at the woman again, brows knitted together, looking extremely confused. "check my clothes for what?"

what is going on? why does he need to get his clothes check before– ah that's why.

yoongi wants to laugh out loud at the absurdity. so that's why this–
–woman thought he can't afford anything from this shop. the audacity this worker, garam, has is insane. who knows maybe she herself can't even afford one-third of the price for the cheapest jewellery. she is a worker after all and yoongi’s money is indirectly her income.
so you must be wondering what yoongi is wearing, right?

he is wearing a graphic tee with a red plaid shirt on top and a pair of washed-out ripped jeans. yoongi is also wearing his white baseball cap backward.

yeah. that is his outfit and the worker clearly judging him based–
–on what he is wearing. yoongi can tell that he sticks out the most because his style doesn't fit the aesthetic of the store but that doesn't mean anyone can treat him any less.

he is still a customer regardless of what he is wearing. is that not correct?
"are you kidding me? now you're accusing me of stealing??" yoongi stares at the woman with his mouth hanging open.

"n-no...that was not–" garam stutters.

"then why do you need to check my clothes huh?" yoongi cuts her off, visibly angry but he still tries to control his voice.
garam stumbles with her words, eyes fixated on the groom. before yoongi can say anything further, a man approaches them. he stands beside the smaller woman. "sir, i'm going to need you to calm down and follow our protocol."

"who are you?" yoongi asks, glaring at the man.
"i'm the manager for this store."

great. another dumbass yoongi has to deal with.

"wonderful. now tell your worker to stop judging customers by their outfit and just do her job instead of commenting on others' money."
yoongi spits before turning to walk out of there again when he comes face to face with two security guards. "sir, i repeat myself. please follow our protocol if you don't want this issue to continue." he can hear the manager's voice from behind.
#yoonminau

yoongi clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at the authoritative tones. "look," he turns around lazily, pulling his black backpack up his shoulder, "i didn't steal anything. whatever you think is happening is a misunderstanding, okay?" yoongi sighs.
from yoongi's peripheral view he can see a few workers–they're wearing the same attire as garam's–gathering on the other side of the store. other customers in the store are either leaving or stopped surveying and only stare at the scene.

this is the first time this kind of–
–thing happens to yoongi but it's the worst. usually, people would just side-eye him or occasionally glance in yoongi’s direction, thinking they're being subtle when they're not. some are more horrible because they would openly stare at yoongi with their–
–judgmental eyes. yoongi has gotten used to it because he loves being comfortable and wearing an outfit like this is his definition of being comfortable.

he did dress up from time to time depending on the occasion. he has rows of custom-made coats, 3-piece suits,–
–dress shirt and all that fancy clothes because according to his boyfriend, "every outfit was made for a particular event. it won't work if you were to wear it on a different thing."

not that yoongi is complaining because as long as it makes him look good, yoongi is down for it.
actually, he has somewhere to go after buying–not anymore–jimin's gift. he has an appointment to meet their usual tailor to get his measurement taken for his anniversary suit.

in case you still didn't get it, yoongi and jimin are filthy rich.
but now he is being held inside this random jewellery shop that he doesn't even know its name because of how unpopular it is. these 4 unimportant people are taking his time so much.

"i understand what you're trying to say but we are just doing our work, please cooperate."
yoongi never curses at strangers but this manager is testing his patience. "i have some other place to go right now, so let's settle this quickly." the blonde man reaches behind him and takes out his wallet.

yoongi pulls out one of his cards without caring to even check it.
he almost snorts when he sees the manager's and garam's reaction; their eyes look as of it can pop off its socket from gawking at the black card in yoongi’s hand.

listen, yoongi is not the type to flex on his wealth, and neither does his boyfriend but jimin is another case–
–because everyone knows it without him doing anything. the couple still tries to be lowkey about it because being arrogant won't benefit you in any way.

it's just, sometimes, some people should be humble. yoongi is a liar if he said he didn't enjoy the surprised look–
–on these types of people when they realize their mistakes.

yoongi hums, urging them to take his card. "just charge how much you think i stole from your shop." the blonde says boringly.

checking the time on his watch. he is already late. "hello?" he waves the black card–
–in front of the unmoving pair, probably too embarrassed with how the scene unfolds. obviously, they're humiliated because of how they mindlessly accused yoongi of stealing just because of his outfit and even made a bigger fuss by calling the security guards.
the manager is the first one to come to his sense when he clears his throat before speaking. "i'm sorry sir but we can't charge you with how much we think you stole." the manager declines yoongi’s offer. "we need to check your clothes and bag. please give your cooperation."
yoongi heaves an annoyed sigh. "you don't have the right to look through my clothes nor my bag." he grits out, brows furrowed.

"sir, we just need to make sure you don't take anything." garam explains hoping that her soft voice can persuade him to listen to them.
"after we are sure that you didn't take anything, you're free to go," she adds.

"that still doesn't give you the permission to search me."

"call the police. i'm getting a warrant." the manager stops garam from saying anything more.

"wow." yoong is shocked. they go out of–
–their just to prove...nothing. the blonde is shocked, to say the least. "are you fucking with me?"

"no, i'm not. call the police!" he raises his voice when he notices that none of the workers are moving. "now!" finally one of the guys, scrambles to pull out–
–a telephone from underneath the display table.

by now they're a lot of people gathering in front of the glass door, wanting to know what is happening inside the jewellery store.

"p-police is on their way," yoongi can hear trembles in the other worker's voice.
"fucking hell," yoongi groans as he rubs his temples. he expects to be in this store for at most 30 minutes because he is only looking for jimin’s gift but now it has been almost 50 minutes.

he grabs his phone from his front pocket and unlocks it. yoongi calls the only–
–person he knew that can help him.

"hi baby," a sweet voice greets him. "hi sweetheart." yoongi glares at the manager. "what's up?" jimin asks, humming at the end.

"can you help me?" yoongi asks. jimin’s face twisted in confusion. "why do you need my help, baby?"
the older clicks his tongue, "someone pulls a warrant on me."

jimin can hear the irritation in his boyfriend's voice. "where are you?" the younger is already pocketing his wallet and picking up his car keys.

"i don't know, just some random jewellery store nearby our–
–usual tailor shop." yoongi grumbles. "you can easily spot the shop because there is already a crowd forming in front of the entrance."

"alright, be there in 10." jimin hangs up the call afterward.

yoongi throws his phone on top of the glass display table.
#yoonminau

unfortunately, the police arrived first before his boyfriend.

yoongi sees the two police officers exchanging greetings with the manager as soon as they step into the store. garam didn't say or do anything except just stand timidly behind her manager.
"officer lee." a man who's slightly shorter than yoongi with a bigger build introduces himself. he looks to be around 40-something years old.

"and i'm officer choi." the other police says. he has a curly set of brown hair and he is wearing square spectacles.
"hello. good afternoon gentlemen." the manager's voice rings. "we received a call for a search warrant?" officer lee asks, looking back and forth between the two workers and yoongi.

"yes. i'm certain that he stole something from our display but he won't let us search him."
both officers nod, immediately understanding the whole situation. "sir, place your bag on the ground and walk towards that wall." officer choi points at the nearest wall.

yoongi knows he's not at fault he shouldn't feel ashamed–
–or any of that but he can't help but feel humiliated for being treated like this in front of the many gazes. he drops his backpack with a huff and walks toward the direction he was instructed.

yoongi looks at officer lee unzip his backpack and turn it upside down.
the old man shakes the bag causing everything inside of it to fall on the white floor. his belongings are now scattered everywhere. yoongi closes his eyes trying to hold himself from cursing.

officer lee immediately rummages through the mess, searching for the alleged–
–jewellery that yoongi stole. "there's nothing in his bag." of course, there is nothing because he didn't steal anything? oh god.

officer lee looks around, searching for something. "can we check your security cameras?" he looks up at the manager–
–from his crouching position. "should've asked that one first before throwing all of my stuff out of the damn bag," yoongi grumbles under his breath.

officer choi glances in his way but yoongi couldn't care less. "it's–" yoongi hears the manager's voice. "it's n-not working."
that has got to be to wildest lie yoongi ever heard someone tell. what do you mean a jewellery store doesn't have working security cameras? that doesn't even make any sense. does no one bother to get those cameras to fix? what?

it seems like yoongi is the only person that finds–
–it to be weird because officer lee nods his head, accepting the lie without caring to even check it himself. "search him." he turns to look at his friend.

officer choi immediately nods his head. "hands against the wall please, sir." the taller officer asks. yoongi rolls his–
–eyes and do as asked. one second later he can feel a pair of hands patting around his arms. officer choi continues feeling for anything that yoongi might have hidden.

after reaching the bottom of yoongi's legs, officer choi speaks. "he doesn't have anything, sir." he informs.
yoongi scoffs and removes himself from the wall. "satisfied?" he hisses. "i told you. i didn't steal anything." the blonde man repeats himself for the nth time.

"that's n-not possible. i saw him shove something inside his pants." has yoongi ever crossed paths with this man–
–because why does he persistent in getting yoongi to be caught so much? yoongi racks his brain, trying to think if he ever did anything to the man?

"what the fuck?" yoongi snaps angrily. this is too much.

he can see the two police officers rubbing their temples before–
–the older of the two says, "take him to the back room." from the corner of yoongi's eyes, he can see officer choi pursing his lips and nodding slightly.

"sir, please follow me." the taller sounds a tiny bit scared as he reaches out to place a hand on yoongi's back.
before yoongi can react, he hears the doorbell ring. he can't see who just enter the store because his back is facing the entrance but the manager scrambles to greet the new customer.

"sir park–" ah yoongi's boyfriend is here. "–i'm sorry for this mess. it'll be over in—"
"hands off him." jimin says calmly but there's a sternness behind it.

the manager's face changes from frantic to confused to horrified in less than a minute when everything finally sinks in.

"i want everyone out of this shop!" he thunders, glaring at every worker–
– and customer including the two police officers. everyone immediately starts moving, scared for their life because who isn't? he's park jimin. the last thing you want to do is get on his bad side.

park jimin, eldest son of park manshik, the person that rules–
–the east and west sides of seoul.

the blonde man can see the blood drains out of the manager's face when jimin shouted. "both of you stay." jimin looks at them condescendingly.

garam visibly gulps and hangs her head between her shoulders. her long brown hair falls–
–across her face, covering half of it.

"hi baby." as if a switch is being flipped, jimin’s voice changes to the usual sweet tone every time he talks with yoongi. the man leans to kiss his boyfriend on the lips as a greeting.

"hi sweetheart," yoongi replies softly.
jimin clicks his tongue, pulling away slightly to look at the pair in front of them. "you," he calls, "what's your name?" he points at the woman.

"k-k-kim g-garam..." the woman stutters.

"what?" jimin furrows his eyebrows.

"kim g-garam, sir park." the woman repeats.
"right." jimin nods. "collect all of my boyfriend's stuff and put it back in his backpack." he juts his chin at the mess between them.

"o-okay, s-sir." she nods jerkily and instantly falls to her knees to gather yoongi’s belongings.
jimin breathes in loudly, "smells cheap." he remarks. "let's see if i like anything from this pathetic store."

every step he takes in the store produces a loud click-clacking noise because of the heels of his chelsea boot.

jimin lets his fingers gently touch the–
–pieces of jewellery that are on display, humming now and then. "aww, too bad i don't like any of these." he grabs one of the metal stand and smashes the glass on the display table.

loud shattering noise echoes in the closed shop startling both the manager and garam.
jimin reaches inside and pulls one necklace harshly causing it to snap. "oh no, this one is already broken." he says mockingly as he glances up to look at the manager.

the black-haired man lets the thin accessories fall from his hand carelessly. "guess i need to choose–
–something else from another table." jimin sneers. he hits the glass on the next table angrily.

"nah, too ugly." he throws the bracelet onto the ground as if it is worth nothing. "god everything in this shop is fucking ugly," he complains loudly, fixing his bangs–
–that has moved because of how hard he swings the metal stand onto the display table. he licks his lips before throwing the stand to the big mirror on the wall behind the manager.

the man flinches when the thing flew beside him but doesn't dare to move from his spot.
#yoonminau

"what do you think yoongi?" his head tilts the side blinking cutely at his boyfriend who is leaning against the previous wall.

yoongi hums, raising his eyebrows at the younger. "is there anything that can be considered pretty in here?" jimin pushes off the glass–
–decoration from its table and sit on top of the said table.

if yoongi were to be poetic he can say something about how the shattered decoration reflects the bright lights from the ceiling and illuminates jimin making him look like a deity.

ethereal.
but if you want yoongi to be realistic, damn the manager and garam are going to lose their job right after the couple leaves this store; the pristine white floor is now filled with shards of glasses everywhere.

it would cost a fortune to replace everything; the display–
–table, the mirror, the statement piece, and all of the jewellery that jimin has broken and step on.

yoongi hums, pretending to think when he already knows the answer. "i don't know." the older starts. "because i thought of asking this gorgeous woman's opinion but..." he juts–
–out his bottom lips, mocking a sad face, "she said i can't afford any of them."

"s-sir, i– i'm.. i d-didn't mean—" garam trips over her words.

"what's the matter pretty? cat got your tongue?" jimin rest his face delicately on his palm.
"i-i-i did n-not," her knuckles are white because of how tight she grips her skirt.

"you did not say that?" jimin clicks his tongue. "are you saying that my boyfriend is lying to me?" he raises his voice. "am i correct, pretty?"

yoongi can see she's tenser now that jimin–
–is sitting less than a foot away from her. "n-no, s-sir." she manages to speak. "y-your b-boyfriend is n-not lying." her voice cracks.

"right. so you're a shitty person then?"

"y-yes, s-sir park."

jimin hums, nodding his head as he looks at the taller man beside garam.
"what about you?" jimin tilts his head to the back a little bit, looking down at the manager.

"y-yes, sir." he is too scared to realize that he is not answering the younger's question.

"what did you do to my boyfriend?" the black-haired man dusts his jacket when he–
–questions, doesn't care on giving him his attention even for 1 second.

"n-nothi—"

"nothing? nothing??" the man's voice booms in the shop. "you didn't do anything??" jimin scoffs in disbelief. this manager has so much pride in himself to admit his mistakes.
"what did this old man do to you, my love?" yoongi loves the way jimin’s voice softens every time the younger talk with him.

"he asks one of the officers to search inside my pants," yoongi feigns upset, "because he said i hide the stolen item there." the corner of yoongi's–
–mouth twitches upward, forming a smirk on his face.

"i asked you again," jimin diverts his gaze to the shivering man, "what did you do to my boyfriend?" his voice is eerily calm.

there's a visible vein on the old man's temple. he is probably clutching his teeth way too hard.
"i asked the police officers to search him even though i knew he didn't steal anything."

the younger clap his hands after the manager finished talking. "wow! you didn't stutter! amazing!" jimin jeers. "that makes the two of you the same type of people!" he scoffs.
the store is silent for two minutes, no one speaks anything when a soft thud comes from where jimin is sitting – sitting prettily, yoongi might add.

"oh no." jimin gasps loudly. "my ring is missing." he continues. "did you steal it, mr. manager?"
yoongi laughs lowly causing jimin to glance in his direction and their eyes meet for a few seconds. yoongi can see the mischievous glint in his boyfriend's eyes.

jimin smirks before averting his gaze back to the old man. yoongi shakes his head, smirking to himself.
"n-no, sir." yoongi can conclude that the old man has the thickest skull in the entire world.

"no?" jimin tilts his head to the side, blinking slowly.

"you d-dropped it onto the floor." yeah thick skull with a pea-size brain.

"i don't think so," the younger pouts, "can you–
–stand there for a while?" he points to the center of the shop. the manager obeys the instruction and walks toward the middle.

"now, can you please turn around, for me?" jimin hums in satisfaction when he didn't hear any protest or complaints from the said man.
"great. now strip." his voice turns ice cold, face showing no emotions.

yoongi looks to his right and there they're. the curious crowd. always there every time shit like this happens. they're not standing directly in front of the door because they're scared of jimin but–
–the opposite shop would miraculously be full because everyone is too nosey, and doesn't know how to mind their own business. no matter how terrified they are, they still want to know everything.

yoongi and jimin are aware of them but they're not bothered about it.
as long as no one tried to interrupt jimin, the couple doesn't care.

"sir p-p-park," the manager stutters.

jimin ignores the old man and walks toward the left side of the store. "what?" yoongi replies on behalf of his boyfriend, voice flat and uninterested.
"there are s-so many people outside, i can't—"

"you can't? why can't you?" garam startles at the sudden voice from behind her. "you stole my ring, so i need to search you," jimin says loudly.

"b-but sir park, i didn't—" jimin doesn't let him finish,–
–"you didn't what? you didn't steal my ring?" the old man presses his lips together. "am i supposed to listen to you? who do you think you are?"

the click-clacking noise of jimin’s shoes hitting the floor echoes. right now, he is standing in front of the old man, "did you–
–listen to him when he told you multiple times that he didn't steal any of these cheap shit?" the manager hangs his head low.

"answer me." jimin demands.

"n-no, sir."

"that's what i thought so. now either you strip on your own or i'll make you do it." jimin grits out.
the said man nods his head while still looking at the ground.

one by one, starting the blazer gathers around him until he is left with just a thin boxer to protect whatever dignity he has left.

his picture will be all over the internet by tonight and he will be the–
–laughing stock of the netizens and he has to live with the shame for a few months at the very least if the internet people are kind enough to let it go that fast.

"smile for the pictures." jimin whispers in the almost-naked man's ear.
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