Yoongi wore his black suit, covering his black shirt. He looked up at his dresser. His gaze landed on his precious Bloody Night.
He sighed, "Come here." He took the gun, put it in its sheath and wore it around his left-side waist.
Knocks were heard on his door.
"What?" Yoongi turned to the door and Kuhn walked in. "Everything's ready sir." Kuhn told him.
"Who else coming?" he asked.
"Wooshin, Hwanhee, Xiao, Wei and Sunyoul will be at the front. The rest will be at the back." Kuhn reported to Yoongi . "Good, let's go."
Their black cars stopped in front of a club. It was daylight so it's closed but still, the meeting will be held in there.
Yoongi turned to his men, "Be prepared." He reminded them and they nodded.
He looked at Kuhn, "You okay?" he asked. Kuhn took out his gun, "Fully loaded. And I have another one for backup." He answered. Yoongi nodded before he walked ahead of Kuhn.
"Look who's here."
A deep husky voice greeted once Yoongi and Kuhn stepped into the club.
Yoongi and Kuhn stopped abruptly. He turned to his left to find a guy in black suit. He was a middle aged man with a scar right at the corner of his lips.
"Ahn Sangin." Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him.
The guy stood in front of Yoongi . He scanned Yoongi from top to bottom.
"You have the eyes of Min Chul and your nose too. But your skin....hmm.... I bet it was your mother's. Or should I say, late mother."
Yoongi didn't twitch. Not even a bit.
"You're a good looking man. Like you said, Ahn Sangin." He held out his hand to Yoongi .
"Agust D." He told his mafia name, didn't bother to shake hand with Sangin.
Sangin took back his hand, "Hmm vicious. Just like your dad."
"Can we start with our meeting already? I have other works to do." Yoongi narrowed his eyes.
The Sangin guy laughed. "This way."
"I'm sorry but we can't do that." Sangin said.
"And why can't you? We'll pay for the loss." Yoongi said.
Sangin placed his beer on the table. "It's not about money, young man. It's about the drug. We need someone or in this case, your family, who we trusted to distribute the drugs."
Yoongi looked at him, "We are not interested in it anymore. So you better find someone else to trust." He stood up and turned to leave.
"You better work with us!" Sangin loud voice echoed.
Yoongi turned sideway, "Or what? It's not that I have anything or anyone precious for you to kill or take away."
Sangin went silent.
"Do whatever you want but we're not going to receive our drugs anymore." With that Yoongi and Kuhn walked out from the club.
Sangin clenched his fist. "Come here." He called one of his men. "Keep an eye on him." he ordered.
"Will do." His man nodded.
Yoongi threw his gazes outside. He undoes two button of his shirt.
Kuhn looked at the mirror. "Sir? Do you need anything?"
Yoongi gave a thought for a while.
"Ask the others to go home first. I need to see her." Yoongi said and Kuhn nodded.
In less than half an hour, they arrived at the memorial park.
Yoongi walked in empty handed and entered a special room.
"Omma..." Yoongi looked at his mother's final resting place.
"Sorry I came empty handed. Just got back from a stupid meeting." He said as he looked at a picture of his late mother.
His hand reached for the picture. He gently ran his finger on the picture as if he was caressing his mother's cheek.
His eyes started to get glassy.
"Omma, how I wish you were here with me right now. Why don't you take me with you that day?" he sobbed silently.
Kuhn watched from outside. *Min Yoongi, I've known you when you're still kid. We could be friend. But since my dad owed your family, this is the least I could do for you right? I just hope you could stay strong though I know it's impossible. You need your mother. She's the only one who understands you, Yoongi.*
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Fanfiction|| C O M P L E T E D || [NO REPOST IN ANY FORM WITHOUT PERMISSION] Kim Dahee's life was surrounded with debts. His father walked out from their lives when things are getting harder, leaving her with all his debts and a sick mother. She's trying her...
