reef knot

thirteen

The cleaner bows in compliance, before grabbing a rag from the kitchen counter and proceeding towards the broken cup.

"Don't bother," Jung Minho snaps, holding up a hand and cuing for the cleaner to not pick the glass shards up. Turning to Yoongi, he smiles slyly as he commands, "I want you to pick that up yourself."

All eyes immediately land on Yoongi. Jung Minho obviously just wants my bodyguard to be his slave.

I frown. If Yoongi wouldn't even help me take care of the kindergarten kids when I told him to, what are the odds that he would get down on his knees to pick up that broken cup?

To my surprise, Yoongi actually complies. Slowly, he gets down on one knee, picking up the glass shards one by one. Instantly, the atmosphere becomes a thousand times tenser. Somehow, the image of a three-time wrestling champion picking up rubbish makes this whole situation ten thousand times more serious.

Jungkook starts towards Yoongi, offering to help, but Yoongi shakes his head at him, a sign that he's got this.

Yoongi wraps the glass shards up with a towel and chucks it into the bin when he's finished picking up the last of the pieces. "There, it's nice and tidy," he says just as Seokjin arrives with two pots of water, a scowl on his face.

"I want you to rinse the bowls," Jung Minho gives a new order, face expressionless.

Yoongi slowly exhales, and I can tell that he's trying his best to hold his frustration in. Reluctantly, he picks up a pot of water and starts pouring it into a bowl, filling it to the brim.

"Your hands must be dirty after picking things up from the floor," Jung Minho comments, picking up the other pot of water. Removing the lid, he continues, "I'll help you wash them." With that, he starts to empty the pot onto my bodyguard's hands.

The boiling water lands on Yoongi's skin with a sizzle, and I gasp in shock. Yoongi jumps, dropping the pot in his hands as he draws away from the table.

I rush to his side, worry written all over my face. "Are you okay?" I ask in concern, taking his hands into mine as I scan them for injuries.

"We run a proper business," Jimin decides to cut in with clenched teeth, strolling up to the table with Seokjin and Jungkook flanking him. "Don't go too far."

"I'm teaching him how to serve your customers," Jung Minho calmly claims. "It's none of your business."

"Yoongi's business is all of our businesses," Jungkook retorts with a scowl.

Seokjin joins in. "Jung Minho, do you want us to chase you out right now?"

At that, Jung Minho slams the table, getting to his feet. All his men follow, their chairs dragging loudly against the floor as they rise.

"You have no right to call me by my name!" Jung Minho yells, his eyes burning into Seokjin's.

However, Seokjin stands unfazed. "In that case, you better change it," he smirks.

Jung Minho is about to answer when Dad suddenly rushes into the room. "Take it easy!" he tries to calm us all down. "Tomorrow is the grand opening of my restaurant! On my account, don't argue, alright?" He turns towards me. "Jiyoung, go clean Yoongi up. Jungkook, Jimin, Seokjin and I can take it from here."

I turn to Yoongi for confirmation, and he nods. Throwing one last glare at Jung Minho and his men, I lead Yoongi out of the room, my right hand intertwined with his left, as if holding his hand would ease his pain.

"Give them brand-new dishes and get Minho-hyung a fresh pot of tea," I hear Dad order Seokjin as Yoongi and I take our leave.

"Are you okay?" I ask Yoongi gently once we're outside. I pull him to a nearby bench, the wind tousling both of our hairs as we take our seats. I run my eyes across his now-dry hands, checking how badly the hot water scalded him.

"I'm fine," Yoongi reassures me with a small smile as he lets me scrutinize his hands.

"That's what you always say," I mutter, eyebrows furrowed together. "Jung Minho is too much," I finally say again, returning him his hands. "How could he do that to you for no reason?!"

Yoongi shrugs, the smile still on his face. "Maybe he just doesn't like my face."

"How are you even so okay with this?" I mumble, pulling my legs up onto the bench to cross them together.

Yoongi shrugs again. "He does that all the time. I got used to it."

I frown. "You're used to Jung Minho torturing you?"

At that, Yoongi's smile fades, his eyes widening. "I-I mean-I mean I'm used to being tortured by people," he stutters, his grin reappearing, this time a little awkwardly.

I nod, accepting that answer. It makes sense - after all, Yoongi didn't even know who Jung Minho was before he decided to barge into our house a few days ago.

"By the way," Yoongi starts, changing the subject, "are you free the day after tomorrow?"

"You mean on Christmas?" I cock my head at him, and he nods in confirmation. "Yeah, why?"

"Do you wanna go to the amusement park?" Yoongi asks, and my heart skips a beat. However, he quickly adds on, "I mean, it's fine if you don't want to! You probably have to spend the day with Jimin-"

"Are you asking me out?" I cut him off, beaming teasingly.

"Yes," he blurts out, but quickly shakes his head, changing his answer. "I mean, no." His cheeks start to redden. "Maybe? I don't know."

I giggle. He's cute when he's like this.

My heart beats faster, and I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling like an idiot.

"But you'll have to promise me not to wear all black, like you do everyday," I finally give him an answer after an eternity of thinking it over. 

He snaps his head towards me, eyes widened in elation. "Does that mean...?"

"It means I'll go out with you, you idiot," I laugh. 

Yoongi grins a wide gummy smile, an expression I've never seen on my poker-faced bodyguard before. My gaze lingers on his face, somehow mesmerized by his bright beam. 

"So it's a date?" he asks again. His gummy smile fades slightly, and I find myself wanting it to reappear. 

What is this feeling?

"O-only if you promise me you'll wear clothes that aren't black," I joke, snapping out of my daze. 

"Why not?" Yoongi pouts, shoulders slumping forward. 

"Because you wear the same clothes everyday?" 

"But I look dead sexy in black!" 

"Uh, no you don't," I lie, pretending to be disgusted. 

He does look dead sexy in black. 

Yoongi groans. 

"Fine."

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