"Where's he?", Yoongi asked. Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other before sighing. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, amused. "He's in the guest room", Hoseok answered, coming from behind yoongi.
"Guest room? He's not a fucking guest", Yoongi growled. Hoseok clenched his eyes shut. He couldn't gather courage to speak.
"Boss, he's a delicate little thing. Please don't hurt him", Jimin pleaded. Yoongi looked at him, confused. His men were never like that. They were ruthless and merciless. He wasn't sure why they wanted to protect Kim's son.
"A delicate little thing?", he parroted. "Those are even more fun to ruin", he said, smirking. Jungkook looked horrified beside him. He moved forward and grabbed Yoongi's arm, making him look back.
"Hyung, please", he mumbled, desperate. Yoongi's lips parted in shock as he saw Jungkook's glossy eyes. "Kook?", he asked, not sure why.
"I'm sorry. I know he's just someone we kidnapped but we all feel that he's a bit too innocent to be ruined like this", jungkook explained.
Yoongi scoffed. "Innocent, my foot, jungkook. No one, no one involved with the mafia is innocent. He must've known what his idiot of a father does for his upbringing", he spat, getting angrier with each passing second.
"But-","I'm telling you something. Listen to me", Yoongi said, cutting jimin off. "We don't rape people like Kim, we sell them. That doesn't make us any better. Just remember, in this business, there's no space for mercy. You either kill or be killed. Choice is yours", he spoke, ruthless. The three hung their heads down.
Forgetting for a second about their identity was easy but as soon as they opened their eyes, the harsh reality was right in front of them. Yoongi was right. He was always right.
"Let me do my work. It's not like I'm gonna hit him or kill him", the boss said and went towards the guest room. To his expectations, no one followed or tried to stop him.
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Yoongi walked into the room and he was stunned by the sight in front of him. The boy, Kim's son, was looking around the room, his back turned to yoongi.
The boss scoffed and moved over to where the boy stood, grabbed his shoulder roughly and turned him around. He would never admit that it was a bit difficult since Kim's son is much more taller than him.
Yoongi wanted to be mad at him for looking around the room as if he was an actual guest but his words died down in his mouth. The boy was beautiful, prettier than anyone he had ever seen.
The way his wide eyes stared down at him had yoongi feeling all sorts of ways. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, making him grab the cloth on his chest roughly.
Kim's son moved forward, worry etched in his creased brows. "Are you okay?", he asked, concerned. Yoongi closed his eyes. "Don't act stupid, boy. You've been kidnapped. You should be scared", Yoongi seethed, gritting his teeth at the boy's carefree attitude.
The man raised one of his eyebrows and folded his arms, rolling his eyes. "Why should I be scared? You don't look like you could hurt even a fly", he said, mocking and degrading.
Yoongi closed his eyes, his patience was dropping low. "Another word and your head will be there, right there", he said, pointing at the wall.
"Oh! I'm so scared", Kim's son mocked, acting horrified. Yoongi's hands clenched to his sides and he wanted to kill the man in front of him.
"Also, my name's Namjoon and I'm no boy. Bitch right here is trans, thanks", Namjoon sassed and yoongi was stunned for a moment. Why did Kim say that his son was a boy?
"You're not important enough to have Min address you by your name", Yoongi smirked, eyes narrowed. Namjoon's eyes widened and for a second Yoongi thought he was intimidated by the use of his surname 'Min'.
He was proved wrong when Namjoon opened his mouth next. "Oh, so you're a Min? Your name is just like you. Mini", he smiled. Yoongi would've appreciated his smile if he wasn't so fucking raged.
He grabbed the back of Namjoon's hair and pulled him down harshly so that Namjoon stumbled on the ground, on his knees.
He stared directly at Namjoon's calm eyes with his own furious ones. "Don't try to mess with me. Your father was a bitch and so are you. My hands are itching to shoot you right on that filthy mouth of yours but I'll refrain 'cause that'll only result in my loss", he whispered the last part.
Namjoon was silent for a second but looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes just a moment later. "You can kill me right here, Min. I won't bat a fucking eye. But the moment you dare sell me off to anyone, the moment you'll know what Kim Namjoon is made of", he warned.
Yoongi, to say the least, was at a loss of word. Innocent? Kim's son? How did his men mistake someone as vicious as Kim Namjoon to be soft and innocent? That was out of his fucking mind.
"I would if I could", Yoongi muttered, throwing namjoon on the floor harshly. Well, not before a harsh slap on his left cheek but that's not important. Namjoon gave him a murderous stare, spitting out the mild blood from his mouth.
"Also, I hope this doesn't traumatize you but your father, he's dead. And he was the one who sold you to us. If you get sold off to some old pimp, we're not the ones to blame", he said, smirking evilly. He wanted to hit that nerve he knew namjoon had hidden somewhere. He was sure it would hurt namjoon when he realized his father was the one who gave him up to his enemies.
But the reaction from namjoon shocked him. Instead of crying like Yoongi expected him too, Namjoon just stood up, pulling out a chair from behind him and taking a seat, calm and focused.
He rested his right leg over his left one, dominant. Taking a paper weight from the beside table, Namjoon stared at it for while, fondling with it. The whole act was so dramatic that yoongi had to roll his eyes.
"You're too damn dense if you think I'd be bothered by the fact that my skunk of a father sold me off to his rivals", Namjoon said, looking up, with something akin to anger in his eyes.
He squeezed the paper weight, it was useless. Namjoon was aware but he was not one to care. "I knew it was coming. It was supposed to happen, sooner-", Namjoon squeezed harder, drawing blood as his ring pressed into his skin, "-or later".
He stood up and walked elegantly towards a very shocked Yoongi. Suddenly, the dominant aura was gone and Namjoon's hot clenched jaw was replaced with an innocent dimpled smile, eyes crinkling.
"I reckon you don't sell me off to anyone, Min. I can be very good if I want to", he whispered, leaning to be near yoongi's ear. Yoongi couldn't believe it but his body fucking shivered at the vibrations.
"I hope we can be allies. It's time the Kim and the Min get along", namjoon whispered, smile never leaving his face, proud and sincere.
Yoongi blinked when namjoon lightly kissed his cheek, lightly pushing him out of the door and closing it behind him.
Yoongi stood there, one thing in his mind.
Kim Namjoon is going to be the death of him.
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Requested prompt by Argon1810
