"Your dad is pretty hard on you because of that night?" you asked gently, understanding that this is still a touchy subject. Yoongi hummed.
"Yeah. I could hardly go anywhere and when I could, on the rare occasion, my father had his men follow me everywhere. I didn't have much of a life after that. I understand why he did it but that and that night took a mental toll on me. It pushed me not to pursue this lifestyle. It's one of the reasons I took up music. Producing and writing are something I love. I wish I had time to work on it a little more."
You nodded taking the time to think about the next question you were about to ask, unsure if you should even ask.
"So this why you locked your office? I couldn't go in there because of this?" you asked. "Not because of a secret business idea?"
Yoongi nodded.
"A lot goes on in that office, more than just files and meetings. Sometimes things happen, I just..." Yoongi starts, "I just rather you not walk in on them."
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The dimly lit home office of Min Yoongi, once grand and beautiful was cloaked in an eerie silence, with only the soft hum of an antique desk fan pervading the stifling air. The room exuded an aura of power, adorned with expensive blank marble furniture and walls lined with frames displaying Min Yoong's achievements within the ranks of organized crime. In this fortress of darkness, Yoong's two trusted confidants, Seokjin and Namjoon, stood sentinel, awaiting their boss's entrance.
Crisp footsteps reverberated through the room as Min Yoongi, an imposing figure in an impeccably tailored suit, finally emerged from behind the intricately carved door. Yoongi was called while on a date with you. From time to time, Yoongi likes to visit you when you work the night shift. He'll sit with you for your lunch and just soak up every ounce of you he could. He always orders everyone not to call him during this time, but it seems this was just too important to ignore, even if he was with you. His piercing gaze swept over Seokjin and Namjoon, who stood at attention, their faces masked in determination.
"I hear someone thought it would be wise to steal from me," Yoongi's voice crooned, as he leaned against the edge of his desk, exuding an unsettling charm. His eyes flickered with a dangerous gleam as he regarded his lieutenants.
Both Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged glances, each mirroring the other's resolve. They had sworn a blood oath to protect their boss and preserve the integrity of his empire but more importantly, their best friend. The thief would be made an example of, a testament to the ruthlessness that awaited any who dared challenge the reign of Min Yoongi.
"Yes, boss," Seokjin replied, honing in on the coldness in his voice, ready to fulfill his duty. "We've gathered information about him and his whereabouts. The insolent rat is currently holed up in a rundown apartment not far from here. It seems his wife and daughter haven't seen him in weeks."
"Wasn't he supposed to be on watch at the hospital with Jungkook?" Yoongi asked with a raised eyebrow before looking down at the Sliver picture frame that held his favorite picture of you and him. "Yes, tonight was his night" Seokjin added.
"Hmm, so not only did he steal from me and he also put my Blossom's life in danger, but he neglected his daughter? Isn't she three or four?" Yoongi asked pouring him a shot of the brown liquor that sat in his small bar. " All because of what exactly?"
"It seems he has a gambling addiction. He owes quite a few people money." Namjoon answered. "Does he at least win?" Yoongi asked Namjoon and Seokjin laughed before shaking their head. Yoongi kissed his teeth and shook his head. "That's quite sad. I was hoping for a better explanation than that and he would have at least won something for his efforts"
Namjoon, his eyes alight with unwavering loyalty, added, "We have a team stationed outside, ready to move in and apprehend the criminal at any moment just in case he feels a little froggy."
A sinister smile danced across Yoongi's lips as he straightened, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. "Good. Let's show him the consequences of crossing the one who graciously feeds him."
The trio moved with silent precision, their steps punctuated by anticipation as they made their way toward the car parked discreetly outside Yoongi's lavish mansion. Seokjin took the wheel, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel with unyielding determination, while Namjoon sat in the passenger seat, his mind calculating the steps needed to extract every ounce of information from their victim.
As the engine roared to life, dark energy permeated the vehicle, an unspoken alliance forged in the fires of loyalty. No words were necessary between the men; their shared mission spoke clearly through the intensity etched in their features.
Their journey was marred by an eerie silence, the quiet anticipation of a confrontation looming large in the confined space. The scent of blood and retribution filled their nostrils, fueling their resolve as they prepared to take matters into their own hands.
Only one thing was troubling Namjoon and he was going to voice it. "Yoongi"
Yoongi turned from the window and met Namjoon's gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Why didn't you do the same to Jungkook? He's proven himself useful, of course, but the only difference is, that he didn't steal money." Namjoon asked. Yoongi nodded. "There is a difference though, my friend."
The man frowns slightly as he tries to understand. 'I'm not following"
"Jungkook stole for a cause. He wanted to see his mother smile. This man did not have a cause. He stole for his mishap. He tried to cover his ass. Jungkook didn't know who I was. Quite frankly, I would have done the same."
The run-down apartment came into view, a hovel nestled amidst a sea of towering buildings. Its deteriorating walls mirrored the consequences that awaited its inhabitants. Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon emerged from the vehicle, stepping into the shadows with the grace of predators aware of their prey.
The air was thick with tension as they approached the door, their every step calculated and deliberate. In one swift motion, Seokjin kicked the door open, a thunderous crash splintering the silence, effectively obliterating any semblance of security the thief might have had.
The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering light of a moth-eaten table lamp. The thief, trembling with fear, staggered backward, his eyes wide with terror as he caught a glimpse of Min Yoong, Seokjin, and Namjoon advancing upon him like vengeful spirits.
"As much money you've taken from me and this is the best you can do?" Yoongi looked around the "humble" apartment. The stench of mold, old food, and cigarettes poured from the dingy walls. "This is was you have your wife and daughter sleep in? I expected more from a new father"
The trio looked at the man with pure disgust. The man stood there trembling with his hand in front of him. "S-Sir! I wasn't excepting you-"
"Of course not, they never do" Yoogni started as he walked around the apartment looking at the filth surrounding him.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Yoongi's voice cut through the stillness, icy words taunting the trembling figure before him.
The man's voice quaked, "I-I... I didn't mean to steal, boss. It was a mistake. Please, spare me."
"How does one 'not mean' to steal? I do not understand. What about you guys?" Yoongi asked Namjoon and Seokjin.
"I've never heard of that."
"Neither have I"
A devilish smirk curled at the corner of Yoongi's lips as he advanced, his steely gaze locking with the man's fearful eyes. Seokjin and Namjoon flanked Yoongi, their presence choking the thief's feeble attempts at escape. Yoongi nodded towards the man. The room crackled with an almost tangible electricity, in this den of shadows, the thief's screams would echo through eternity, a cautionary tale whispered in hushed tones among those who dared to cross the line. "Come, let's take a trip."
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As the three men forcefully dragged the struggling thief through the dimly lit corridors of Yoongi's headquarters, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. Each step echoed off the cold, concrete walls, emphasizing the thief's vulnerability against the backdrop of ruthless power.
Yoongi led the way with a calculating air of authority. The people who worked in his home avoided him as they walked through. His intimidating presence exuded an icy confidence that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned criminals. Kai watched on in fear. She knew whatever the man did, it was enough to cause Yoongi to act in this way. She didn't like to see him upset.
Namjoon and Seokjin flanked either side of the trembling thief. Namjoon's tall and muscular frame towered over the thief—a stoic figure radiating an air of intelligence. Seokjin, on the other hand, was adorned in an impeccably tailored suit, his handsome features masked behind a mask of unreadable calmness.
The thief's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing to make sense of the dire situation he had found himself in. He had foolishly underestimated the power that Yoongi wielded, thinking he could outsmart the mob boss and make a quick getaway. But now, caught in the clutches of the criminal underworld, he knew there would be no escaping the consequences of his actions.
They finally arrived at Yoongi's office, an imposing room filled with luxurious furnishings that contrasted starkly with the unsavory nature of their surroundings. As the thief was ushered inside, the heavy black door creaked ominously behind him, sealing his fate.
Yoongi settled into the sumptuous leather chair behind his grand black desk, his piercing gaze never leaving the thief. His eyes bore into the man like a predator seeking its next meal, his expression unreadable yet merciless.
"Sit," Yoongi commanded, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room.
The thief shuffled towards the chair opposite Yoongi's desk, his limbs trembling with a combination of fear and anticipation. Namjoon and Seokjin positioned themselves strategically behind the thief, a silent reminder that there would be no escape from the punishment that awaited him.
With deliberate slowness, Yoongi leaned forward, placing his palms on the desk as he fixated his gaze on the trembling thief. "Why did you steal from me?"
The thief's voice wavered as he stammered, "I-I-I made a terrible mistake, Mr. Min."
Yoongi's face scrunched up. "Don't ever call me that. I am not my father." His voice was cold and laced with irritation. "Now answer my question."
"I-I just needed to pay some people back. That's all" he stuttered "I wanted to pay off my debt at once."
"So you decided to pay off a debt with money that did not belong to you?"
The man's mouth fell open but he couldn't come up with any reason.
"Please, please sir. Have mercy on me. I will never do this again and I will pay you back everything I took! I beg for your mercy."
"That's cute," Yoongi's lips curled into a predatory smirk, his voice dripping with icy disdain. "Mercy? In my line of business, mercy is a luxury reserved for the innocent, weak, and foolish. You, my friend, fall into more of the weak and foolish categories. But sadly, I haven't got mercy for you tonight. You see you were meant to be on patrol at Yn's workplace with Jungkook until he learned her routine and got the security job but you, from my understanding haven't been going and left Jungkook to figure things out on his own. Thank God the kid is fucking smart and doesn't need a fool like you to do his job. That's your first strike. You've interrupted my time with my blossom with your selfish acts. That's your second strike. And on top of that, you steal from me. I don't care about what you do to my father but you stole from me and you have the balls to come into my home, smoke my cigars, drink my liquor? That's your third strike. And to put the icing on the cake for a bonus strike, you left your wife to take care of your child alone without the funds to do so. Do you really think I'd have any mercy for you?"
"You ask God for mercy, not me."
The thief's heart plummeted, knowing his fate had been sealed. He had crossed a line he should have never dared to cross, and now he had to face the consequences.
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"I've done a lot of things in that office that I'm not so proud of and I wouldn't want you to see that," Yoongi said softly. You looked over at the window. "I don't want you to think of me as I monster."
You turned back to him and sighed softly. "I can never think of you like that. It's just all a little overwhelming for me. I don't think I could be like that." You admitted.
"You don't have to. Baby, I'm not asking you to join me. I do not want that. I just need you to at least for now, understand." Yoongi grabbed your hands and pulled you onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tight. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder as you looked down at him. He lays his head on your chest, holding you as close as he possibly could. You ran your finger through his hair and sighed softly.
Yoongi slept with you close by his side. Although you didn't leave, Yoongi felt your relationship shift. He loved you with everything he had and hoped it alone was enough.