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When Choi took Jaemin out, Yoongi had managed to advance far enough to reach Renjun and press a gun to his neck. What he had failed to anticipate was the gang member firing his gun before life left his body. In those last few moments when his miserable was flashing before his eyes, Renjun fired the gun pointed towards Jimin in a final pathetic attempt to take Yoongi down. He underestimated Zico, the man was dead, his men were dead, the operation had gloriously failed and yet… he had managed to put Yoongi in a difficult situation.

Despite his dire miscalculation, Yoongi was lucky Jimin hadn’t died.

“The bullet barely grazed his skull, if it was an inch to the right, Mr. Park would have died.” Your eyes were fixated on the bandages that hugged your best friends injured body. “He suffered quite a few serious injuries before the bullet wound as well,” the doctor motioned to the other bandaged areas on Jimin’s body as he continued explaining. “In terms of bones; his ribs and a small part of his skull are fractured, the skull injury is a result of hard impact with concrete and his chest is bruised in a very specific manner over the area where his ribs are fractured, this is a common indication of a hard shoe.” Your eyes had been watery for a while now but you could feel the tears threatening to escape as you imagined Jimin’s head being slammed against the hard floor of his beloved academy. You imagined how scared he must have been, how he must have struggled to breathe as the gang members kicked his chest and cracked his ribs. How helpless he was… “There are minor cuts around his mouth and…” the doctor paused, looking at his shoes for a moment, “also around his rectal area.” You nodded after a while and the man continued, “we have put him under anaesthesia so he won’t feel any pain for now; the head and bone injuries will take around six weeks so we can discharge him after however, I will recommend an extra two weeks of rest before he is allowed to go back to teaching. His other injuries should heal within a week or two, we have already tested for any infections or diseases; the results are all clear.” The doctor gave a sympathetic smile and you muttered a small ‘thank you’ before looking back at your best friend again. “I will give you both some space.” He muttered and left, giving your boyfriend -who had been standing by the door- a small nod. The doctor wasn’t a local Busan heart surgeon, that was just his cover, he was one of Yoongi’s men of course; highly trained in treating any and all injuries that could be attained when you worked in the mafia. The gang leader had his own personal doctors spread throughout the country in case an emergency of the sort ever occurred.

He stood there silently as you continued staring at your unconscious best friend.

“You lied.” The words left your lips after a while, gaze still fixated on Jimin’s weak body. Yoongi took a short breath before making his way over to the opposite side of the bed; the man he told you nothing would happen to, being the only thing between both of you.

“I…”

“Did you have fun?” you spoke over him. “Did you enjoy the adrenaline? Did it give you a good fucking kick Yoongi?” It was killing you to say it but it would also have killed you not to say it; you observed the man before you with glassy eyes, he was guilty.

“Y/n, I was trying to buy time.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me right now.” You couldn’t believe he had said what he did with a completely blank face, an emotionless lie. You really had allowed your love for him get in the way of recognising the bad in him and it had almost cost the life of the only family you had left. “I heard you back then… you never gave a shit about saving Jimin.”

“That’s not true.” His response was fast and his tone stern, making it all the more harder to decide what to believe. He walked around the hospital bed to stand by your side, “I did what I thought had the best chance of success in the time I had. There was nothing else I or anyone else could have done…”

“I can think of one thing.” You turned to face him after responding in an almost disrespectful manner, knowing full well the next statement to leave your lips would break both his and your own heart. “If I’d never met yo-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stepped closer to you, glaring with what seemed to be a hint of desperation. In the short pause that came after, you knew you should have shut up and not let it go further but you did. Jimin’s dream was stripped from him because of… because I let it get this far… Emotions you had never felt crawled into your head and now threatened to leave from your mouth.

“I wish I never met you… Jimin would be fine if I hadn’t gotten involved with you.”

The sound of the door closing was what brought Yoongi back to reality. You were gone, you had uttered words that had left him disoriented and walked away. His empty eyes fell to the ground where he noticed the strange contrast between his black, blood stained boots and the surprisingly crisp white of the floor tile. That’s right, that was his world, his dark world, full of only war and blood; he had stepped beyond his bounds, into your pure, ‘normal’ world and pulled you out. Was this who he was? An intruder? An evil? Only alive to step on all good in the world. Did you think of him like that? Did you hate him? Did you resent him? Yoongi felt numb, your words echoed in his head until a new feeling entered his chest; a physical feeling, an ache. It was almost as though your words had manifested into an arrow and pierced through his heart, the aching grew; it spread through him like cancer and he felt his legs growing weak. Why did it hurt so much? Not long after, he found himself laying there, on the cold white tiles wondering where it had all gone wrong. Was this what Zico had intended? Was it his own fault? You were half right, he did enjoy it, he hadn’t lied to Zico’s men by saying the night excited him but it wasn’t the only thing he had felt. Sure it was exciting but he wanted it to end with his arms around your waist as you both celebrated saving Jimin on the roof of a hotel.

You stormed out of the building; tears flowing down your red cheeks, an overwhelming pounding in your chest and a burning sensation in your ears. You were angry at Yoongi, angry for telling you it would be okay. You were hurt; seeing your best friend on the brink of death had triggered an emotion you didn’t even know existed. Upon reaching the entrance, your panicked figure fell into the strong arms of none other than Jung Hoseok. You liked Hoseok, he was the only person in the entire gang who wasn’t shit scared of Yoongi, he also had an infectious smile and both of you had become good friends over the course of him looking after you countless times. Despite that, somehow he was the last person you wanted to see. He caught your shoulders, preventing you from falling but you pushed him off just as fast. You could tell from the look on his face that he knew everything that had happened, you also knew for a fact that he would try and succeed in making you return to Yoongi’s side, so you ran. There were probably around a hundred men and dozens of cars parked outside the hospital, if it hadn’t been for Hoseok’s signal not to intervene, you definitely would have been thrown into the back of an SUV but you ran right past them and out of the gate.

Busan Dance Academy, that’s where you found yourself after thirty minutes of walking. It was busy; flooded with people going in and coming out unlike the night before. Any prints, blood stains or dead bodies would have been cleaned up on Yoongi’s orders. You watched as the innocent students walked over the spot Jimin had been shot and two gang members, killed; ignorance truly was bliss. They had no idea their teacher almost died, they probably would have been told some lie about how Jimin had gotten into a car accident and wouldn’t be coming in to class for a while. This was what being involved with Yoongi meant; lies, deceit, pain… why were you tangled with it all? Because you loved him? There’s billions of people in the world, I could get over him and start a new life, I could leave him- the thoughts alone made your throat feel tight but you couldn’t stop them, I could leave and be with someone else, someone who… well god damnit at least someone who isn’t a murderer. You sighed, eyes fixated on the name of the academy and Jimin’s words from all those years ago entered your head yet again;

I want to become a pro and teach here someday.

You didn’t have any money. That’s what you realised when you stood at the information desk of Busan Station in your white t and plain black jeans. You had no way of getting back to Seoul, no wallet, no phone, nothing; you had left everything at the hospital which was a thirty minute bus ride from where you were. You had used up the spare change in your pocket to get to the station but just how the hell did you think you were getting back? You dreaded the thought of walking back to the hospital so instead found yourself sitting on a bench outside the station. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the metal and wondered how many days you would have to beg in order to get enough money for a ticket back to Seoul. Even then, all of your belongings were with Yoongi; you had no job, no friends apart from the few within his gang and no life outside of the blood empire.

“I never took you for someone who enjoyed sleeping on such hard surfaces.” Your eyes shot open at the sight of Hoseok holding a water bottle and your purse in front of you. He had a soft smile adoring his sharp features and you sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

“If I listen to you whatever you wanna say, can I have my purse?” Hoseok held out the water bottle -which you gratefully took- before sitting beside you and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Listen y/n, if you make up your mind about something, there’s no fighting it but I have a feeling you haven’t made your mind up, that’s why I’m here. You can have your purse whenever you want and walk away from him if you wish, I’ll get you a place and support you for however long you like.” He paused and turned his head to meet your eyes. “But, before you do that, you need to hear this from someone who isn’t him. He really did do everything he could. You know he’s different, his head works differently. A lot of people think he’s a heartless maniac and yea, sure, to some extent he is but not when it comes to you and your happiness. I can tell you, without bias, wholeheartedly, with every honest bone in my body; that man would die a million deaths if it meant you could be happy and I’ll bet my damn tech skills… him not being able to get Jimin out safely, hurt him a fuck load more than it hurt you.” Hoseok stood up and placed your purse beside you. “I’m only asking you to think from his perspective before you walk away.”

The car journey back to Seoul was silent, Hoseok was with Yoongi and you had opted to go with some of the gang members in a different car instead. Hoseok’s words played through your mind over and over; it was true. For the last three years, Yoongi loved and cared for you unconditionally, he listened to and understood you like no one else. He made all your good times so much better, stayed through your worst times and held you all those nights you couldn’t sleep. He helped your confidence grow and never judged the things you were ashamed of. He had loved you like that and you hurt him because he couldn’t keep his word once. It was unfair and you decided to apologise as soon as you saw him again.

What you didn’t anticipate though; him completely disappearing before you reached Seoul.

“Yes, he stopped by to get his McLaren but didn’t leave any orders or instructions.” You turned from the reception desk of HQ and looked out the big glass doors of the building.

Yoon… where did you go?

Two weeks later…

“I said I wanted the area raided and the boy brought in. The merch was to be taken, I don’t give a shit about what you did to his men but I wanted the son, the SON, THE FUCKING HEIR, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THIS OLD, DIABETES HAVING PISS ASS BITCH?” You were two seconds from knocking on the door to Yoongi’s office two weeks after the hospital incident when you heard the commotion. Hoseok’s hand had grabbed your wrist before it reached the door knob and pulled you to the side instead. Placing a finger on his lips, he indicated for you not to interfere and quite frankly, you were too afraid to oppose him. Your boyfriend had disappeared once you got back to Seoul and you hadn’t seen him since. Your days had been spent by Jimin’s side; he was transferred into Yoongi’s private medical facility in Seoul to be put under 24 hour watch on orders from Hoseok until his safety from Zico or any other gang could be verified. Although it was a pain to have two men constantly in the room when you visited, you were grateful to Hoseok. Jimin was still weak and hadn’t regained full consciousness, he would wake up for short moments but never spoke, only staring at walls until inevitably falling back to sleep. His minor injuries had healed and the doctors assured you his remaining recovery was going smoothly, you doubted it only slightly.

“B-but sir you sai-” You heard a gunshot followed by silence and that’s when Hoseok left your side and entered.

“Yooooonieee, heyyy let’s not kill the newbies eh? We kinda need them.” A second gunshot followed by what sounded like falling sand made you jump until your eyes fell on the large crack that had formed in the wall opposite to where Hoseok had walked in; a bullet was stuck in the middle of it. “Yahhhh don’t just shoot next to my head, you’re gonna kill me one of these days.” Yoongi was evidently pissed off; you guessed some newbie fucked up and caused an operation to go south but you hadn’t seen him for way too long and decided this was not going to stop you.

“Yoongi!” you yelled, entering the room and realising how out of place you must have seemed. Your long, wavy hair fell onto the soft stripped shirt you were wearing; it loosely hung from your small frame and tucked into your short denim skirt; accentuating the curve between your waist and hips. Thin tights adorned your slender legs and since you lived in the penthouse of the building, you had picked plain black pumps to complete the simple outfit, giving you an effortless yet beautiful look. In comparison, the dozen or so tall and muscular men in the room were geared up with bullet proof vests, guns hoisted around their belts and thick boots. A single man, probably in his early thirties and similarly dressed lay dead on the ground; blood from his head stained the black marble floor of Yoongi’s office, forming a strangely nice pattern. Beside the ever increasing amount of blood, a much older gentleman was rope tied to a chair; he definitely had a bad diet because the fat from his large body poured out of the openings under either arm rest and you became more concerned for the chair than him.

Amid the chaos, your eyes met those of the person you hadn’t seen in two weeks. Your heart shuddered, he was in all black as usual but this time was different; not only was he wearing a dress shirt -sleeve’s rolled up to his elbows- but his hair had gone from the typical jet black to ripped blonde. His eyes seemed bleak, soulless… and for a moment you understood all the frightening descriptions his enemies had given. Although you hadn’t seen him in a while, news always travelled fast. There had been talk of The Beast showing up to random mafia gatherings and torturing people before inevitably taking their lives; his motive was unclear and Seoul had been living in fear. Your body froze but you had to remind yourself of the Min Yoongi you knew; clearing your throat, you held your head up high and found the confidence to speak up. “I need to speak with you, now.” It was as if an extra layer of tension was added to the already tense air and you prayed he wouldn’t push you away.

“Well boys, you heard the woman, get your asses out.” It was Hoseok who had spoken and without question, four men lifted up the old fat man, carrying him out along with the chair his body had been compressing. Two other men grabbed their dead comrade’s body, shuffling out quickly while the remainder followed; probably grateful they didn’t have to be around Yoongi any longer. If the current incident had occurred three years ago, the blood and stench of death would have made you hurl but your tolerance to torture wildly increased the longer you stood by Yoongi’s side. Hoseok muttered something about repairing the wall before the door closed and your boyfriend turned his back towards you, looking instead, out at the city through his large office windows. You took a deep breath before parting your lips but he spoke first.

“What can I do for you?” his tone was indifferent as though you were just about any other person.

“I came to apologize…” you said softly, walking closer to his large oak desk and fiddling around with the hem of your skirt. “about what I said at the hospital, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and hurt, Yoon I’m so sorry…” He chuckled at your words before finally turning around to look at you.

“You’re sorry huh? How convenient.” You gave him a look of confusion as he leaned forward, placing his fingertips on the deep brown desk. “I’m not going to accept that half assed apology because quite frankly, it’s bullshit. If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it. So why don’t you do me a favour sweetheart? Get the fuck out of my office because if I remember correctly, you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anyway.”

“Now that’s bullshit.” You retorted; he was harsh but you knew him better than that. “You want me to get the fuck out? Fine, but then don’t ever come find me again.” If he was going to play games, you were more than happy to play them right back. Turning on your feel, you began making your way towards the office door when you felt a tight grip on your wrist. Your body was spun around harshly and slammed against the office door, wrist pinned above your head and the glaring eyes of Min Yoongi inches away from your face. “What’s the matter? Feeling forgiving all of a sudden?” you mocked him with the cockiest tone you could muster but he didn’t react.

“You hurt me, you fucking bitch.” He finally said, voice low with a hint of pain and you moved your free hand up his body, resting it on his shoulder.

“I know I did… and you’re right, I was full of shit earlier.”

“I fucking know you were.” He grabbed your hand and ripped it off his shoulder, bringing it over your head and pinning it along with the one already there. “Why don’t we go back to being honest, hm?” raising your head, you attempted to hold eye contact with his piercing eyes and emptied out the words you had been holding in for the last two weeks.

“I did wish I never met you, in that moment it’s all I wanted, I even thought about leaving and never coming back.” You paused and took a breath, simultaneously looking for a reaction but he always had a good poker face. “But you see, I remembered something troublesome, I remembered a certain asshole who treated me way too well and gave me the best three years of my life.” his gaze softened and you finally saw the eyes he used to look at you with, “you were always there for me Yoonie, I forgot  that… it was unfair of me to say the things I did and blame you when you did all you could have.” The next few seconds were quiet, but it was a peaceful silence, almost healing, as though his forgiveness travelled through the softness in his eyes.

Yoongi leaned in impossibly close, muttering a small ‘thank you’ before his lips met yours. His free hand went around your waist, pressing your body tightly against his own. Your lips instinctively parted, allowing his tongue to enter and roam your mouth; the kiss was deep, passionate and possessive, carrying an overwhelming sense of longing. When he finally pulled away for air, you eagerly leaned back in with red cheeks and glassy eyes but he pulled back, your bound arms restricting you from getting too close. Chuckling, your boyfriend looked at you up and down.

“Did she lose all her patience within a week?” he asked, clearly amused and you were quick to reply.

“She missed you, you ass! Where the heck did you disappear to for a whole two weeks?”

“You know where I went.” You were about to protest but he grinned and that’s when it hit you.

“You goddamn sadist…” He was fulfilling your wish, disappearing out of your life and showing you exactly what life without him would be like. You would only hear the things everyone else was hearing, the Beastly image portrayed of him by the outside world would soon replace the beautiful memories both of you had shared over the years.

“Guilty, as charged.” His voice changed in the second half of that statement; it was deeper, seductive and laced with hints of danger. “Why? Was this the only thing you missed about me?” Yoongi’s hand travelled from your waist to the hem of your skirt and slipped underneath until it rested on your inner thigh, slowly moving up.

“No way… why would I miss something so… vanilla?” His hand stopped immediately, the expression on his face changing radically. You returned it with an innocent smile but internally you knew exactly which button you had pushed. Somehow everything that happened over the last few weeks disappeared from your head and you were back in the wild life you shared with him before.

Your hands were released and Yoongi took a step back, a smirk growing on his face. “So she feels like playing huh?” he moved swiftly; his arms wrapped around your thighs and within moments he had thrown your body over his shoulder. “You’re lucky I haven’t got anyone to murder today.” He joked, smacking your ass on the way to his desk. “Permission to murder that pussy m’lady?” A wide grin grew on his face as he laid you down on the hard oak and met your eyes; this specific look was something you had definitely missed. Spreading your arms, you pushed various papers to the ground and let out a small giggle before fixating your eyes on your lover; lust dripping from your next words.

Jaemin pressed the gun harder against Jimin’s forehead, a wide grin spreading across his slim face. “Renjun!” he called out to his partner, not breaking eye contact with the terrified boy below him for even a second.

“P-please..” Jimin whispered from the ground; his throat felt constricted causing his voice to crack. The gun was only in contact with his forehead, but the metal made his entire body shudder with dread.

“Princess, I think it would be wise to keep that pretty mouth shut.” The brunette pursed his quivering lips together tightly, the last thing he wanted was to piss off the gang members. “Now stand up slowly and don’t get any clever ideas.” Jimin didn’t realise he’d been holding his breath until he had to stand up; the gun against his head seemed to have stolen his attention entirely.

“There he is! Sneaky little rat,” Renjun happily exclaimed as he came round the corner, “did you think we wouldn’t find you?” he seemed pleased; the man was taller than his partner and muscular, one punch from him was probably enough to knock a grown man unconscious. He approached Jimin’s small figure and chuckled, “What are you? Min’s old whore or somethin? Didn’t know he swung both ways.” Both of the men laughed among themselves until Renjun noticed a cell phone on the ground. He scoffed before bringing his heel down on it hard; Jimin yelped, his legs had begun to shake at some point but now he could feel his entire body following. The phone screen shattered and the heel of Renjun’s shoe had made such a prominent dent it was good enough to be used as an acute angle in a child’s mathematics book. Renjun wrapped his arm around the smaller man “aww, did little baby get scared?” he mocked. Jimin was extremely uncomfortable, not only by his words but the bastard had slid a hand under the dancer’s shirt and was currently resting it on his bare waist. His fingertips were cold and it sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine; he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. “Jae, what do you say we play with him a little?” Jimin’s eye’s widened, they were going to do what?

“No one’s coming anytime soon anyway, might as well see what those big lips are good for.” Jaemin approvingly responded and his partner gave a disgusting smirk in return.

“Just his lips? I kind of want to see what these dancer hips are good for.” Before he knew it, Jimin’s throat was being grabbed and his entire body slammed against the nearest wall. He desperately gasped for air, bringing his hands up and trying to loosen the strong man’s grip; it proved futile. “what do you say kitten?” the male brought his free hand to tug at  Jimin’s belt. “Shall we have some fun?” an extreme sense of nausea spread through Jimin’s body and he could only pray for you to save him.

11:09 pm, in the helicopter

The line had cut off and if you weren’t freaking out already, that was enough to send you over the edge. The tears you had been holding back poured out and you began screaming into Yoongi’s chest hysterically.

“Baby please, listen to me-” He tried to calm you down but there was no point anymore, they had him, they had a gun pressed against his head, you were powerless, Yoongi was powerless. “It’s okay, hey, nothing will happen to him!” Your lover’s efforts continued but you had had enough by then; you pulled away and harshly pushed his chest

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE OF THAT?!” you screamed into his face, tears streaming down your cheeks, anger and fear being the only thing left in your eyes. “They have him! Yoongi they have a fucking gun pressed against his head, he could die at any second and you want me to calm down?! How can you tell me it’s going to be fine when this situation is the FURTHEST from fine???” He grabbed your face and brought it impossibly close to his own; you wanted to pull away but his grip was strong.

“I’m not asking you to calm down, I’m asking you to trust me.” He said assertively and his words finally reached you; maybe it was his eyes that always saw right through to your soul and understood your thoughts (or maybe it was Maybelline- sorry, sorry I had to) but he somehow always knew the right thing to say. “I know this is a difficult situation for you but I need you to trust me right now.” You held his gaze for what seemed like minutes, looking from one eye to the other; searching for proof of his reassurance… and there it was, lurking in those dark chocolate brown eyes, a soft yet genuine integrity.

“Okay.” You broke the silence and brought your hands up to place over his, “I trust you.”

11:18 pm

Busan Dance Academy came into view making your heart pound through your entire body at an incredible rate. The last time you were here was the summer before you and Jimin went your separate ways for college; 6 years ago. You still remembered the big smile on his face, the way his -then orange dyed- hair blew in the wind. I want to become a pro and teach here someday; he had said to you as a young and naïve boy. Who would have thought that six months into living that dream, it would be stripped away from him. The scariest part was not knowing whether he was even inside, whether he was alive and well or zipped up in a body bag and thrown into the trunk of an old car. You thought back to Yoongi’s words; I need you to trust me. You pondered over it again, he would never lie to you, he always gave you the raw truth. If Yoongi thought for a second that Jimin was dead, he would have prepared you for the possibility but even if he didn’t, you had no choice but to put your faith in him.

“When we land, I need you to stay here with the pilot and Choi.” Yoongi stated as he stood up and prepared himself for jumping; before you even had the chance to protest, a single finger had made its way to your lips “don’t even think about it, I will not put you in danger.” He had turned slightly and was giving you a serious look; it wasn’t up for debate. You sighed in disappointment but gave him a small acknowledging nod. After a few seconds of holding your gaze, your lover removed his finger and pulled out two loaded guns from the hidden holsters in his jacket; two of his accompanying men following suit. “Alright boys, let’s go make some fuckers pay.”

The chopper landed on one of the back fields outside Busan Dance Academy; Yoongi and his men jumped out before the aircraft even had a chance to touch the ground. The mafia leader ran towards the back entrance with his men close behind, leaving you with no choice but to watch as they disappeared into the building shortly after kicking the door down. Beside you, Choi had pulled out a sniper and was getting in position right next to the slight opening of the helicopter door. Yoongi had taken a precaution? He never did so unless he doubted the success of his operations. Suddenly all the reassurance he had given you seemed to have evaporated into empty words. Just what the hell was he thinking?

The building was dark and quiet.

“Front entrance, now!” Yoongi ordered. Shit… did they get away? The possibility could certainly not be ignored so both his men did as they were told while he hurried up to the second floor in case they were still hiding. The Beast’s sharp eyes immediately spotted an open door and blood that had stained the ground beside it. Fuck... was the first thing he thought before turning on his heel and sprinting back the way he came.

“We have a visual, sir!” his men yelled via the radio device they were all equipped with. Good, he hadn’t lost them but his suspicions were simply further confirmed. The gang members never expected company. They would definitely have been torturing Jimin and made a break for it when they heard the chopper; it would certainly explain the sloppy mess left behind.

“Get the chopper to the main entrance. Choi, if you have a direct hit on Zico’s ass-wipes, you fucking take it.” He grunted back into the device; sounding aggravated yet obscurely excited. The device obviously played his voice on speaker which meant you heard and knew he wasn’t in control of the situation. Panic surged through your body as the helicopter began rising off the ground.

Yoongi reached the main entrance, instantly noticing his men in pursuit of your best friend’s perpetrators. The taller, more muscular one was practically carrying a weak looking Jimin while the other had a gun pressed to the struggling boy’s head. They tortured him to the point of immobility huh? Yoongi lifted up his gun and aimed, wind direction; southeast… distance; roughly 120 yards… aim… 127.4 degrees northwest…

BANG

“FUCK!” Jaemin’s shriek's filled the silent night air and his gun flew clean out of his hand. The mobster’s other hand gripped at his bleeding bullet wound; desperately trying to stop the pain and blood. Yoongi’s bullet had gone through perfect centre and shattered the man’s wrist without a doubt. The sound of his partner’s gun falling caused Renjun to halt, he threw Jimin on to the ground and within seconds, his hands swiftly pulled out two guns previously hidden in his coat. He turned around to face Yoongi; one firearm pointed at Jimin’s fainting body while the other was held up in the Beast’s direction.

Don’t you dare fucking move!” He howled, meanwhile Jaemin had managed to rip part of his victim’s shirt and was in the process of wrapping it around his bleeding wrist.

“Fuck that hurt so bad-” he spat through clenched teeth.

“Put a knife to that boy’s neck right now.” Renjun whispered, a wild sense of urgency in his voice. His partner groaned in pain but pulled out a hidden blade; he lifted Jimin’s frail body up with the arm of his damaged wrist and proceeded to press a clip point blade to the man’s neck using his able hand.

Both of Yoongi’s men stopped upon witnessing the danger but not the leader himself; he continued walking towards the gang members. Jimin’s weak body was lifted just enough so the bruises, blood and tear stained cheeks were glaringly visible. Yoongi only halted when he noticed the boy’s jeans; barely on, buttons torn, zipper broken. They went that far huh… but he wasn’t the only one who saw the horror; the helicopter had risen above the walls of the academy and you could clearly see the state of your best friend. His eyes were empty, hair, dishevelled and stained with blood from the wound on his forehead; his neck was heavily bruised, as though he had been choked to death… but that was the worst part… he hadn’t been given the release of death… he was alive, alive and in pain.

“I have a headshot sir but one of them will most likely kill the target if I take the other out.” Choi spoke into his radio and your heart felt as though it would stop at any moment.

“Hold your position.” Yoongi responded. For a moment there was silence, each man on the field waiting for a reaction from the other. Then, when Yoongi seemed to be obeying, Renjun instructed his partner to get Jimin in the getaway car stationed barely seven yards from their position. Not even a second after Jaemin began dragging your heavily wounded best friend backwards, the beast fired into the air causing both gang members to practically shit themselves.

“You amuse me.” Yoongi scoffed before dropping his gun and starting to walk towards them again.

“Are you fucking insane?! Do you want me to put a bullet through his skull?!”

“Go ahead.” The raven haired man chuckled as he got closer meanwhile Renjun’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

“You’re fucking bluffing,” he choked out, “there’s no way you would come unless he meant something!” The only reason the mobster hadn’t fired yet was Yoongi being unarmed and the fact that the bruised boy was his only ticket out. What happened next however, caused both the gang members and you to stare in confusion; he was laughing. Yoongi was laughing as though someone had cracked about five really good jokes in a row; the man was hysterical.

“Mean something to me? HA! Please, who in the fuck do you think I am?” The leader spent a good minute recovering from his laughing fit but even then, there was a big smile on his face. “do you want to know why I came, you fucking lowlife?” he edged closer and Renjun was in too much shock to even respond “it’s because after all this time, after years upon years, finally someone put me in a situation where I had to think fast, oh the fucking adrenaline! Go here! No there! Now get a fucking chopper across the city! Shit they’re getting away! Fuck! I really gotta give it to Zico, I mean he really gave me a good rush tonight.” Both thugs were frozen in their place, just what in the fuck was this man? The situation was amusing to him? He was enjoying himself? “I mean seriously-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jaemin shrieked out, staring at his broken, bloody wrist, “what the fuck man…” he sounded and looked petrified. “You’re a fucking monster… and a goddamn liar! If Park didn’t mean shit, you would have killed us already! But you haven’t, you even dropped your gun.” He finally looked up and tried to hold contact with the dark, soulless eyes of Min Yoongi, “we are getting in that car and getting the fuck out of here and I swear to fuck if you take a single step, Jun is going to pull the fucking trigger.”

Another pause, Yoongi had stopped advancing and the very air that surrounded them had gone deadly silent. Even previous cutting sounds of the helicopter blades seemed like a distant wind but most notably, the big grin from The Beast’s face had disappeared. After what seemed like an eternity, a deep voice finally broke the silence.

“Who said you could interrupt me?” He tilted his head to the side, “Oh and what makes you think I only have one gun?”

There was a breath, as though Jaemin was about to speak but the faint sound was only followed by that of his body falling to the ground. Renjun spun round in a millisecond and that’s when he saw it; a bullet hole, right in the middle of his partner’s forehead. SHIT, HE’S GOT A FUCKING SNIPER- but before he had the chance to react, the barrel of a gun was pressed against his neck. There was a clicking sound; the safety on a death inducing weapon being removed but what followed was a louder, ear piercing noice.

But not one… two shots had been fired in that moment.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, Renjun fell to the ground, your body went limp. It was as though all oxygen in the world disappeared when you saw the blood… pouring out of your best friend’s head.

“JIMIN!!!!!!!!!!”

Your body froze as thoughts of your best friend flooded back inside your head. Within seconds, you found your face being pressed into Yoongi’s chest.

“Sh… don’t worry” your boyfriend softly muttered into your ear. He always knew exactly what to do and foresaw your panic before it even had a chance to begin. “Nothing bad will happen.” He simply said and held your now trembling body tighter.

“Boss?” The familiar voice spoke again and you pulled away from Yoongi, searching his eyes, desperate to know how he would save Jimin. The truth was, Yoongi had no idea what he was going to do, his men were all in Seoul and there was no way he could rescue Jimin immediately. Zico’s gang would undoubtedly find out about his murder very soon and seen as Yoongi had ripped half the man’s neck off, it wouldn’t be much of a question as to who the dead man’s killer was.

Yoongi leaned in and placed a soft, endearing kiss on your forehead before pulling away and making his way to the man he had recently damned to the afterlife. He fumbled around Zico’s blood stained jacket and retrieved your phone along with the device making all the noise. He noticed Zico had been on a muted phone call the entire time. Fuck… the bastard was really prepared for me huh… he took a quick glance at the lifeless face beside him and somehow felt a rush of excitement, for once, someone had managed to put him in a pinch. He was momentarily impressed but upon hearing your soft whimpers, a surge of anger spread through his body. Zico may have planned well but he also made it personal. Yoongi grabbed the dead man’s face, gripping his jaw so tight it may as well have cracked.

How dare he make you cry? But more so, what could be done in a situation like this? Should he give up his codes to measly henchmen and rush to change them? No, they would realise Zico was dead and that most definitely guaranteed Jimin’s funeral. Even on the off chance they didn’t kill Jimin, there was no way of knowing whether Zico had hacked into Hoseok’s system and placed someone on standby, waiting to punch in those digits and take Yoongi down. Fuck, think, think, think. He scratched his head for a second, he could not execute a plan unless the probability of success was high and currently both your happiness and his empire were at risk. You desperately waited, knowing Yoongi would come up with the best plan but your patience was quickly wearing thin.

“Yoon-”

“Y/n, call Jimin immediately and tell him to get the fuck back in that building”, he spoke calmly and stretched out his hand- holding your cell- back, you grabbed it without a second thought. Before standing up, Yoongi gave the deformed man a deep glare followed by a psychotic grin; you died thinking you had won didn't you? Pft, don't make me laugh.

The raven haired man reached into his pocket to retrieve his own phone and brought the device up to his ear after dialling an all too familiar number. It would be a risky operation but out of all the ones he could think of, this was the only one he was the most confident in. Yoongi grabbed your hand and began making his way out of Zico’s den; in the process of calling Jimin, you could only pray whatever Yoongi had in mind would work.

“Hello?” after the third ring, your childhood friend finally picked up and you had never been so relieved yet terrified to hear his voice.

“Chim!! Oh my god, thank fuck, go back, Chim go back inside!!”

“Y/n? What? Wait slow down what are you rambling on about?”

“Chim listen, I don’t have time to explain right now, just trust me and go back inside the academy, you have to go, please hurry!!!” You voice was obviously jam-packed with panic and worry causing Jimin to stop in his tracks and turn around. He was extremely confused as to how you even knew where he was but judging from your tone he decided to do as he was told; the answers would surely follow.

“Get the Chopper to the closest rooftop you can find, now.” Yoongi instructed before the person he had dialled even had a chance to say ‘hello’. The moment both of you were outside, a professionally dressed, grey haired man, seemingly in his forties was waiting next to Yoongi’s Audi R8 V10, the black model, of course and you recognised it immediately. Your boyfriend hurriedly opened the door for you as he had been doing for the last 3 years and you slid in as he followed promptly. “Head for HQ” he ordered, “Jung should contact us with a location soon.” The driver had already stepped on the gas and gave Yoongi a quick nod through the rear view mirror. While you were busy trying to tell Jimin his life was in danger, Zico’s men spoke through the deceased man’s phone again.

“Boss, the boy is returning to the Academy, we need your instructions.”

Your face visibly went pale but before you had a chance to freak out Yoongi tightly held your hand. “Is he inside?” He asked in reference to Jimin and you quickly asked your best friend; Yoongi’s grip on you was really the only thing keeping you calm at this point.

“Yea, yea I just walked back in, y/n you need to give me an explanation rig-” you nodded to your boyfriend who had been closely observing for a response. The second you confirmed, Yoongi broke the blood stained phone with his bare hands and chucked it out the window almost too casually which resulted in a shook expression from you. He shrugged and smiled comedically in response and you were about to ask what in the hell he was doing but then Jimin’s voice went louder “-are you even listening y/n?!” your mind returned to the call and you decided there was no point in questioning Yoongi’s methods.

“Chim, listen, I really can’t explain right now, I just need you to trust me, stay in that building until I say otherwise, please just...” Your eyes started getting teary again just thinking about what could go wrong and of course Jimin recognised this immediately.

“Okay, okay I trust you, I trust you, please calm down.” You nodded into the phone trying to collect yourself and began taking deep breaths. Seconds later, there was a loud ding on the screen next to the driver with what you only assumed could be coordinates from Hoseok; Yoongi’s tech specialist and right-hand man.

“Where?” he asked but it sounded more of a statement than a question.

“Seocho Garak Tower, Sir.” Upon hearing the driver’s response Yoongi grinned, countless memories of himself and Hoseok returning.

“In this situation, he really-” he almost chuckled but brushed it off, knowing he had to be there for you, nostalgia could be delayed.

9:52pm, Busan Dance Academy

“Hello? Hello??” Renjun, Zico’s most trusted man, looked at his phone, confused as to why the call had suddenly dropped. He called his partner who had been assigned to the other exit of Busan Dance Academy. They had both been tailing and observing Jimin for months, learning his schedule, where he worked, where he liked to eat, where he bought his groceries. If there was anything to know about his habits, they knew it. Renjun didn’t suspect anything when Jimin went back into the academy since the boy was reasonably forgetful but Zico going blank was definitely suspicious.

“Yea?” his partner finally answered.

“Jae, I need you to check where the Boss is.” Jaemin was another one of Zico’s trustees; he had also been Renjun’s partner since before they joined their now dead leader’s gang. Both of them were a brilliant team; Jaemin specialised in weapons and tech while Renjun was better at close combat and guns.

“Copy that.” After a minute of silence Jaemin responded finally, “He’s offline…? I can’t track his phone, the tracking device was either disabled or destroyed. Weren’t you on a standby call with him?” Renjun cursed under his breath knowing The Beast had compromised the mission. Of course this happened, they were going up against the man who practically owned Korea, there were bound to be hurdles.

“Shit… I should have known when he didn’t respond the first time.” He explained the situation to his partner all the while trying to figure out what to do considering they had no back up. Only the people involved in the mission knew about it and if Zico wasn’t responding, it was easy to assume none of the other men would either. “We have the upper hand right now.” He finally concluded, “Min and his men are in Seoul, the boy will come out soon, we have to capture him alive. The Boss was confident that this was the Beast’s only weakness, we have no choice but to use it.” He crossed his legs and the bench beneath him made a subtle creaking sound. He was dressed casually; blending into the crowd, the only difference? No one else was carrying five guns hidden in their coat.

“Jun… do you think the boss is-” Jaemin didn't even have to finish his question, Renjun had already been thinking of it.

“If The Beast came personally then we have to assume so.”

10:07pm, Seocho Garak Tower

You stood in the 24 story building’s private elevator with your boyfriend, hands still intertwined. It was silent at first, the only sound being that of the elevator itself and Yoongi’s soft breathing.

“Yoonie…” you muttered softly “Busan is 4 hours away, how are we ever going to get there on time?” The raven haired man smirked at your concern before taking your face between his hands and gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.  

“Princess you’re underestimating how fast a helicopter can go, don’t you worry about getting there on time.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and proceeded to press your head against his strong chest “we will save Jimin, okay?” You nodded through watery eyes and wrapped your arms around his frame. If you were honest with yourself, you were still worried sick and you had no clue how you were going to tell Jimin that you were literally dating the most insane criminal mastermind in Korea, if not all of Asia but you trusted Yoongi. He may have been insane and ruthless but he was never anything but kind, gentle and caring towards you; you trusted him more than anyone and anything but you weren’t sure if you trusted him with Jimin’s life.

The elevator doors opened and there were three men waiting for both of you. “It’s ready, Sir.” One of them stated as a matter of fact and Yoongi pulled away slightly to see your expression. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before giving him a small nod.

“Let’s go save Jimin.”

10:58pm, In the Helicoptor

Your phone started buzzing and you quickly scrambled around your pockets trying to find it, knowing there was only one person who could possibly be calling.

“Chim? Are you okay?” you asked worriedly. The last hour had been full of panic and Yoongi holding you tightly but even in his warm embrace, Jimin was the only person on your mind. What if he gets hurt? What if he gets kidnapped? What if they kill him?! That’s exactly why when he called you were relieved but also anxious in case something had happened.

“Yea, I’m fine. There’s just one problem; the academy closes at 11 and I’m literally hiding in a janitors closet so you better explain whatever is going on right now.” You sighed in relief knowing he was safe but still struggled with how you would tell him about Yoongi.

“I think it would better if I explained in person, it’s a lot to take in and I’ll only be another 15 minutes-”

“YOU’RE COMING TO BUSAN? BITCH WHAT?” you had to pull the phone away from your ear because of how loud Jimin had exclaimed oh shit yea you thought upon realising you had forgotten to mention that minor detail. You couldn’t blame him though; it had been years since you both saw each other and you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. Jimin had gone abroad after high school and by the time he came back, you were too deep in with Yoongi which made seeing your best friend risky. The last six months of your friendship was basically making excuses to avoid seeing him in case it would put him in danger and you cursed yourself for not deleting conversations and using untraceable lines of contact. It was your fault he was in danger and it was killing you inside but right now you had to make sure he didn’t get hurt.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming and I’ll explain everything but Jimin you have to promise me you will not move until I get there.”

“What is upppp with all this secrecy?” he exclaimed in annoyance, “I’ve literally been freaking out for a whole ass hour like just tell me!” it was understandable; anyone in his situation would have been scared and confused.

“I know, I’m sorry I just…” you decided there was no point in delaying it, he deserved to know what was going on, “okay, you have to listen carefully.”

11:05pm, Busan Dance Academy

Everyone had left but not Jimin. Jaemin and Renjun had closely been watching and they were absolutely certain the dancer had not left the building. The lights had gone off and the last person out had locked the doors. This was a trivial issue, both gang members had picked numerous locks in their lifetime so getting in the building had been a piece of cake, the real challenge was searching for the brunette man.

“You think he knows we’re here?” Jaemin asked his partner who was looking through a classroom on the lower floor of the academy.

“Oh he definitely knows we’re here, he wouldn’t be hiding if he didn’t. The Beast’s slut probably told him” he chucked momentarily “which is funny because it really wouldn’t matter if he knew he was being hunted or not; he lost the moment Zico assigned us here.” With no sign of Jimin in the lower left wing of the academy, Renjun motioned for his partner to take the stairs up to the second floor while he searched the lower right wing.

At the same time, in the Helicopter 

“Yoongi isn’t who I told you he is…” you nervously mumbled into the phone.

“What? What does any of this have to do with your boyfriend?” Jimin sounded puzzled; of course he was, you had never lied to each other and now you were about to tell him your boyfriend of three years was the one people called ‘The Beast’.

“He’s … fuck! I’m sorry I lied to you about this, I had no other choice, I’m sorry…” you took a deep breath, but even then your body quivered “he’s the leader of a really big mafia gang.” You heard a low chuckle from the leader in question causing you to inquisitively look at him. What did he find so humorous right now? Your look was returned with a ‘that’s the way you introduce me to your best friend?’ vibe which of course resulted in you smacking his arm and rolling your eyes; Jimin could literally be killed at any moment yet somehow your boyfriend made the situation light hearted, even if for just a few seconds.

“What. The. Fuck. Y/n please don’t fuck with me right now I’m literally sitting next to a mop that smells like dancer sweat.”

“I wish I was making this up right now” and it was true, you didn’t want to admit it but deep down you were having doubts and wondering whether it was ever right for you to get involved with Min Yoongi in the first place. “A rival gang leader wanted to get to him and they found out about you, I’m so sorry for dragging you into this I-” your words got caught in your throat and suddenly the guilt of lying to Jimin along with thoughts of leaving Yoongi got a little too much.

“Okay, um… let me get this straight… I’m being hunted by the mafia right now…you have been dating a fucking criminal and lying to me for the last three years and WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK Y/N?” Jimin spat and you had never felt more ashamed. There was no other way to put it. You let your emotions get the better of you and didn’t stay loyal to the person who had your back since preschool; Jimin was the family you never had.

“I’m sorry… I jus-”

“No, don’t even apologise right now, do you realise the number of levels this is fuc-”

Silence

“…chim?” The line had suddenly gone quiet. “Jimin?” Every form of panic and fear soared through your being, tears flooding your eyes and your voice cracking each time you attempted to say his name. “J-jimin?? Please answ-”

It was as though all your worst fears came to life when you finally heard something on the other end of the line. The sound of a phone dropping from a frozen man’s hand followed by a deep, venomous voice.

Jaemin smirked, pressing his gun hard against Jimin’s temple,

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”