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yoongi ran his hands through his hair as he finished looking through a years' worth of files and nothing comes close to 1

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yoongi ran his hands through his hair as he finished looking through a years' worth of files and nothing comes close to 1.8 billion. he kept racking his head trying to figure out who would want all this money.

he left his office and went downstairs, walking pass namjoon's room. he pushed the door to find no one inside. he went inside and sat on his bed. he grabbed namjoon's pillow and closed his eyes as he held it close.

he let a few tears fall from his face before quickly wiping them off. he needed to be strong, for namjoon, for his pack. but he missed his princess so much. he wanted, no, needed him to be here. he was the glue to this gang, this pack and their lives.

but he wasn't about to give a sadistic asshole the satisfaction of getting what he wants and hurting namjoon.

yoongi sat there thinking about the phone call a few hours ago. it was now 2am and his pack members were all asleep in the nest, trying to fill a void namjoon left.

he got up and went to the nest and took his designated spot behind jimin and laid down, trying to sleep.

yoongi laid there, thinking of the phone call " it's a drug deal you stole-" those words repeated in his head.

'a drug deal i stole?' yoongi thought. 'a drug deal?' it was on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't figure it out.

no more then ten minutes later he shot up almost knocking jimin in the back and ran out the room upstairs to his office. he stubbed his toe on his file cabinet, making him hiss and curse.

he went to the bottom of last years' file and pulled out Hoo Seok-Kim's file. Seok-Kim had signed to the Dragons and made them 1.8 billion dollars in the last year.

yoongi flipped through the file to see that they had signed from NCT to themselves.

"NCT...NCT..." yoongi muttered, something about that rang a bell to him. it clicked.

"johnny..."

namjoon knew yoongi was not going to send that money anytime soon so he needed to find a way out of here by himself. he can't wait around like some damsel in distress.

the door opened and johnny walked in. there was a plate of food in his hands. namjoon had been so occupied with everything else he forgot that it's been three days since he's eaten.

"your pack members have a week left love." johnny said. he brought the food down to namjoon's face. "doesn't look like their coming anytime soon so why not eat up hmm?" johnny smiled at namjoon and namjoon tried his best to smile back.

"s-sir?" namjoon stuttered. "c-can you take these off?" namjoon held up the chains on his wrist. "there is no point in me running, i-i don't know where i am and like you said my pack doesn't seem to be coming." namjoon smiled at johnny softly.

johnny put the food down in order to unlock namjoon's chains. namjoon knew he had to gain johnny's trust if he wanted out of here.

he did it all the time for the Black Dragons when clients debts would go unpaid for too long of a time, he'd gain their trust and then assassinate them, right now shouldn't be any different. after the chains dropped namjoon scoots closer to johnny, wincing slightly because of his thigh.

he cupped johnny's face and kissed him softly. "thank you..." namjoon smiled. he grabbed his food and began to eat as johnny sat next to him slowly caressing his face.

namjoon wanted to throw up but he needed to play into johnny's delusion to save himself. he had one week to get the fuck out of here and he needs to do it now. and if that meant pretending to love johnny then so be it.

he's done waiting.

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