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When people — namely, knot-headed alphas — looked at Jimin, they saw a pretty, petite omega with fluffy blonde hair and soft curves that defined his waist and plump ass. They saw big, round eyes, full, pouty lips, and delicately pink cheeks. They saw the cream-coloured backpack hiked high over the top of cosy, pastel jumpers, and a pile of study books clutched against his chest like he was hugging something precious.
They saw a pretty little nerd who followed every rule in the book, always getting top marks — always the professor’s favourite. An easy target. A good fuck, if they ever had the chance.
What escaped their notice, however, was the intimidating, confidently quiet alpha that was never far behind. His gaze never strayed from the golden omega, only ever to swiftly assess those who approached Jimin, thinking they ever had a chance of winning him over and being “the one”.
They never did.
And afterwards, when Jimin was out of sight of other university students, that’s when Yoongi would find him.
The classroom was empty when Yoongi stepped foot inside. Perfect. The afternoon sun poured in from the large open windows, highlighting the dust that had settled on shelves and unused desks. It was very rare for classrooms to be used here — most professors opting for lecture halls — but there were a handful, usually those teaching subjects with a lower intake, who preferred a smaller, less echo-y setting.
Yoongi made himself comfortable on the swivel chair by the teacher’s desk, one leg crossed over the other whilst he waited patiently. Today, like most other days, he donned his usual crisp, black shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned so he could roll the sleeves up to his elbows—pale forearms on show. His long, dark hair fell messily around his face, the ends lightly but naturally curled, adding to that ragged look about him. For pants, he wore matching black slacks with polished heeled dress shoes that clicked against the wooden floors of the corridors as he walked.
The door to the classroom clicked open softly, followed by the quiet shuffling of feet as someone entered, letting the door close gently behind them.
“You’re late, baby.” Yoongi murmured low, gaze flicking up to watch the omega shrug his backpack off, letting it hit the floor with a dull thud.
He basked in the luxury of having the freedom to openly gawk at his boyfriend, raking his eyes up and down the younger’s form and noting how today’s jumper was more cropped than usual. It lifted as his arms stretched above his head, the white t-shirt beneath it snagging upwards with it, revealing a sliver of golden skin at his waist.
That sight alone had Yoongi swiping a tongue over his lips in obvious interest.
“Easy, puppy.” Jimin chuckled, the delightful sound light and stirring something warm in the alpha’s chest. “Had to grab a couple of books from the library to help with some assignments I’ve got to work on tonight.” He slowly made his way over as though Yoongi wasn’t itching to reach out and touch him—he hadn’t managed to catch him at break since the little smarty pants had a tutoring session with someone from a younger year that had run over the time limit.
As soon as Jimin was within reach, Yoongi was quick to grab his wrist, pulling him closer until his boyfriend got the hint and climbed onto his lap, thighs bracketing Yoongi’s hips casually. They’d done this so often that Jimin had long since stopped getting shy and flustered. “Not flirting with that Donghyun, were you?”
Jimin rolled his eyes and curled his arms loosely around the elder’s neck, leaning in close to place a wet kiss to the top of Yoongi’s nose. “How many times have I rejected his advances?”
“Four times.”
“Four, yes. Need I say more?”
Yoongi huffed. His own arms wrapped around Jimin’s waist, hands tightening their grip on his hips. “And yet you still stand there and reply all sweet and innocent. It’s like you want him to keep making passes.”
“Hyung, it’s called being polite.”
“Politeness only stretches so far,” Yoongi mumbled against Jimin’s jaw as he trailed slow, warm kisses down to the exposed skin of his neck. “Especially when it comes to guys who can’t take a hint.”
Jimin’s breath hitched subtly when Yoongi sucked at a particularly sensitive spot at the juncture of his neck near his collarbone. His thighs squeezed around the alpha, fingers lightly scratching at the hairs at the back of the elder’s head out of habit. “Mmh, maybe you should show him who owns me. He wouldn’t try anything again after that.”
The alpha continued to nip carefully at that same spot, lathering his tongue over the bite mark and pulling away to watch how a soft shade of red bloomed in that area. “If it didn’t put you in danger, I’d let the whole damn school know that you’re mine and mine only.”
The omega smirked, rolling his hips down enough for Yoongi to feel the pressure growing in his jeans, observing how the alpha’s eyes fluttered closed briefly, grip flexing. “Possessive much?” He teased, though his heart thudded wildly in his chest at the thought of Yoongi showing him off.
Maybe he’d kiss him in front of everyone in the dinner hall, a cheeky tongue slipping inside as he licked his mouth clean. Or perhaps he’d fuck him nice and slow in the grassy area where most chose to spend their time having picnics—or he could even get fingered in class, at the back of the lecture hall whilst the professor droned on about something unimportant in the moment.
A shudder made its way through Jimin’s body at the endless possibilities that flickered through his mind when it came to his alpha claiming him for all to see.
“Of course,” Yoongi confirmed without hesitation. His gravelly voice right by his ear promptly pulled Jimin back to reality. “No one else can have you.”
Combing his hands though the elder’s hair soothingly, Jimin smiled as he kissed his cheek affectionately. “You’ve always had me, hyung. For years now, since high school, remember? No pathetic and insistent alpha is ever going to change that.”
A low, pleased rumble vibrated from the alpha’s chest happily as he mouthed his way back up to the omega’s pretty pink lips. “Good. You’re stuck with me forever.”
“Lucky me,” Jimin replied, amused by his boyfriend’s never-ending possessive streak before grinding down into his lap again with a bit more intent. “Now touch me.”
“Bossy,” The alpha muttered, though he didn’t wait to help guide the younger’s fluid movements. Each desperate, hurried grind had more blood flowing south, causing a thick, firm bulge to appear for Jimin to rock against, the two of them moaning and groaning quietly into each other’s mouths.
Jimin’s hands had found purchase on Yoongi’s shoulders, giving him some leverage when he started to bounce–his strong thighs flexing beneath the elder’s rough palms as they roamed all over his body like he hadn’t already mapped out every dip and bump.
“You’re needy today,” Yoongi observed when he noticed how the omega had started panting from a mix of exertion, arousal, and desperation. He nosed at the other’s scent gland, breathing in that sweet cherry smell that turned thicker and more syrupy by the minute. It overwhelmed his senses, calming the small part of the alpha in him still agitated by the thought of someone getting too close to his boyfriend.
Eyes hazy and glazed over with obvious lust, Jimin’s words slurred together as he replied, “Missed you s’much, hyungie. Thought ‘bout you all day.”
“Yeah?” One hand slid round to the back and down over the slope of Jimin’s ass, giving one cheek a firm squeeze or two. “Such a good boy, aren’t you? Only thinking about me.”
Jimin nodded wordlessly, jaw slack and eyes half-lidded.
Yoongi hummed as he pretended to ponder over something. “Hm, I should really reward you, huh? That what my pretty little fucktoy wants? Want alpha to fuck you silly so that you forget all that you revised last night?”
“P-Please, hyung—oh please. Yes!”
Dragging out the moment, Yoongi pulled back and let his hands drift under the younger’s jumper and t-shirt, letting the warm, smooth skin glide under his fingertips. He was content with watching his boyfriend squirm in his lap, rutting helplessly, especially when he reached his nipples and circled the erect nubs, pinching them between a thumb and index finger. “Tell me what you want, baby?”
“Want you to push me up against the– the wall, ah, and fuck me until I’m begging you to stop.” Jimin moaned, desperately humping his boyfriend.
“You won’t though, will you?” Yoongi mused. “You won’t want me to stop.”
A high pitched whine bubbled up Jimin’s throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, thinning his lips and shaking his head from side to side frantically as he started to lose his rhythm. “W-Want to b-be dripping for you.”
The alpha groaned at the obscene imagery that flashed through his mind. If he shoved his hand into the omega’s pants, he’d bet he’d find a swollen pussy, slicked up and flushed red from the friction, making a mess of his underwear.
Fuck.
Yoongi really wanted to fuck his brains out against this desk right now. Maybe even a second round against the wall like Jimin asked for.
But, alas, duty called and he knew he had to put a stop to their little heated moment. He’d meant to tell Jimin their meetup would have to be cut short today, but then the needy thing distracted him with the sinful rolls of his hips. Sexy fucker.
When Yoongi halted his movements, arms now lying dormant on the armrests of the swivel chair whilst his hands toyed with the hem of the younger’s jumper, Jimin whined. His eyes flew open, lips curving down into a pout Yoongi was finding hard to resist, and stared at his boyfriend in confusion.
“Why’d you stop?” The omega complained, arms now folded across his chest in a huff. Far too adorable after what was just conspiring between them. “I was close.”
“Little exhibitionist,” Yoongi grinned. “Wanting to get off in a classroom, where anyone could walk in. Didn’t even lock the door either, huh?”
Jimin acted coy at that, only the tips of his ears flushing pink, no longer embarrassed by his needs when his boyfriend never failed to indulge in them with him. “Take after the best, of course.”
Yoongi reached up to pull Jimin in for another slow, deep kiss. One hand rested against the back of the younger’s neck, pulling him in close whilst their mouths slotted together in perfect harmony, licking passionately into each other’s mouth before parting for breath, both panting and connected by a single string of saliva.
For the cherry on top, Jimin poked his tongue out and swiped it over his own lips, collecting the saliva that had mixed there and coated them, causing the string that tethered them together to snap.
“If I could, I’d finger you open, take my time and reach deep inside you, let you make a mess on my clothes.” The elder started, pupils blown wide and dark with a hunger Jimin had come to crave more frequently. “Then I’d let you bounce on my cock like the greedy little slut you are. Because that’s all you wanted, isn’t it?” He grabbed the younger’s smaller, chubbier hand and pressed it right over his clothed erection. “Want alpha’s cock?”
The omega whimpered once again, shifting in Yoongi’s lap as he hungrily eyed the bulge he was being made to feel up. He curled his short fingers around the girth of the length as best he could, even with all the fabric in the way, and squeezed enough to draw a low groan out of the alpha.
Prying the other’s hand away gently, Yoongi pushed Jimin back towards his knees so his straining erection could breathe. “Hyung has some business to attend to.”
Jimin jutted his lower lip out further, brows furrowing. “What is it this time?”
“Some fucker tried to intercept a deal,” Yoongi sighed. “Now I’ve gotta deal with the fallout because, of course, he got killed, but the guy was from a rival gang down south.”
“Scouting out the city?” The conversation sounded casual, like this was your standard everyday lunchtime bit of chit-chat. Well, for them it kind of was. Had been for years now—Jimin was desensitised to it all.
Mostly.
There were still times he’d lay awake in bed, wondering whether the mafia boss would come home that night, and when he did—covered in blood that wasn’t his own, knuckles bruised, face smeared with dirt and god knows what—Jimin’s heart clenched in his chest, stomach lurching from the overwhelming fear that suddenly bloomed into relief too quickly for the omega to process. He’d quietly curse at the elder for being so stupid, so reckless, yet he’d lead him into the bathroom every time with the first aid kit that seemed to permanently live there now, and a damp cloth to clean him up. Every time.
And at the end of the day, he still loved him. Always.
“Perhaps.” Yoongi shrugged like it was nothing. “Whatever they’re doing is causing me trouble, though.”
Jimin hummed and leaned in closer, his hands cupping the nape of the elder’s neck and brushing their noses together like an eskimo kiss. “Mmh, but as my big and strong scary boyfriend, you’re gonna fix it, right?”
Yoongi smirked. “Of course. I’ll be back before you know it.” He captured the younger’s lips in a sweet, slow kiss before pulling away. He patted Jimin lightly on the butt, who took the signal and carefully slid off his boyfriend’s lap with a small pout.
Standing up, Yoongi smoothed out the creases in his slacks and slid an arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling his body flush against his own and whispering low, right against his ear, “Why don’t you go finger yourself in the bathroom, make a pretty mess of yourself for me to unwrap later, baby? I’ll make it up to you during fourth period.”
Jimin whimpered, knees going weak and legs wobbling, hands coming up to clutch at the front of Yoongi’s shirt. “Please…”
Kissing the tip of Jimin’s nose, Yoongi smacked Jimin’s ass then rubbed over the spot soothingly, fingers grabbing and squeezing at soft flesh before finally stepping away for good. “Catch you later, angel. Be good for alpha.” He tossed a lazy wave over his shoulder and picked up his crossbody bag on his way past the desk as he made his exit.
He knew that if he'd turn around, he'd be met with the face of a puppy-eyed omega trying to beg his alpha to satisfy him right here and right now, but Yoongi couldn't afford that distraction at this moment in time—as pleasant of a distraction as it would be.
The door drifted closed behind him and the click of his heels on the wooden floors echoed down the corridor. With it being lunch, most of the students were out on the grass enjoying the sunny weather, or they may have escaped campus to go eat out somewhere nearby with a group of their friends. Either way, Yoongi didn't envy them when his lunch times were mostly spent fucking his boyfriend in places they really shouldn't be—but that never bothered them.
He slid his phone out of his pocket, swiping up the lock screen as it recognised his face, and pulled up chat with his bodyguard, hoping for an update on the situation.
Pocketing his phone, Yoongi took a sharp right down a narrow corridor that was mainly used by the cleaners. Small rooms and cupboards lined the walls, full of cleaning equipment and wet floor signs — Yoongi would know, he had a rather good time pushing Jimin up against the shelves in there on more than one occasion. At least there were things in reach to hide the messes they made in there.
The corridor led towards a hidden fire escape which he used to make a quiet exit, appearing out round the back of one of the main campus buildings and heading down a dingey alleyway littered with rubbish and overflowing skips. The smell was absolutely rancid, but if he held his breath then he could bear with it until he reached the black SUV.
"Good to see you, Boss." Namjoon greeted. He was already standing waiting outside the car, a hand reaching out to pull the door open for the elder who slid in quietly and waited for his bodyguard to get in the back, too.
"Such a pleasant pick up point," Yoongi rolled his eyes and he buckled in. The driver up front merely glanced back before the car started moving. "The smell is divine. I must bottle it up into a perfume."
"Only the best for you, of course." Namjoon's dimples came out to play as he laughed at the elder's blatant sarcasm and unimpressed look. "It's not that bad anyway. Look, we've moved away from it now."
Yoongi let out a long exhale. "I know. That's why I'm able to breathe easier."
Namjoon was Yoongi's other best friend besides his boyfriend. They, too, grew up together, and when Yoongi was handed control over the mafia activities, he quickly appointed Namjoon as both his right hand man, and his bodyguard — because the man was impressively built; Tall with his strong muscles. Not that Yoongi couldn't fend for himself—he absolutely could and Jimin always got all hot and bothererd whenever the elder showed off his strength—but sometimes it was nice to have an extra pair of helping hands.
At the other end of the car, pointedly looking out the window and nowhere else, fists clenched in his lap, Namjoon sighed. "Now, I don't want to make anything awkward, hyung, but brother-to-brother… you may want to calm yourself before we step into the House in ten minutes time."
"Calm myself…?" Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at his friend. When the younger man made no further movement nor conversation, Yoongi was left to look aimlessly around the inside of the car.
Did he sound angry? Well, he was pissed off with the culprit, but he thought he was speaking rather calmly.
Then he glanced down and— Oh.
"Oh." He repeated out loud.
"Yeah," Namjoon grimaced.
Clearing his throat, Yoongi angled himself more to the side and hooked one leg over the other, trying to hide the seemingly obvious erection straining against his pants. In his mission to slip out of campus unnoticed, he had completely forgotten about the predicament Jimin had left him in.
Whoops.
"Thanks…" Yoongi muttered quietly, the tips of his ears flushing red. His hands fussed over making the tenting less apparent whilst also trying not to be reminded of how a gorgeous omega was sitting in his lap mere minutes ago, and that he couldn't worship him properly because some fucker decided to mess with The Min's cargo.
He could be having some really good sex right now. And that made him even more annoyed with this random man.
"Bad timing?" Namjoon asked, still looking out the window. But Yoongi could still see the way the younger man's lips curled upwards at the corner, failing to hide his smirk.
"Fucking tell me about it…" Yoongi grumbled with a frown, crossing his arms in a huff. "Some dick decides to meddle with what's ours, so that I can't put my dick in what's mine. That's blue balls and a half. He was so eager, too, and I had to deny him that pleasure."
"Hyung, please." His right hand man screwed his face up, visibly sinking impossibly further into the corner of the seat, leaning away from Yoongi. "I did not need to know that much. A simple 'yes' would have sufficed."
Yoongi simply shrugged. "You asked."
"Regrettably."
The drive after that was relatively peaceful. There was no use in discussing further details of the situation since Namjoon was in the same position as his boss — a small group of lowly thugs from the syndicate had handled the immediate fallout and captured the relevant suspects, Namjoon was just relayed the necessary information to keep Yoongi up to date.
As they rolled down the gravelled path that led to a tall, isolated building surrounded by green foliage and forestry to keep their not-so-legal activities hidden from the public eye, Yoongi was already unbuckling his seatbelt waiting for the driver up front to press on the brakes. He didn't even wait until the car had come to a complete stop before he was sliding out the back and tugging down the sleeves of his shirt, straightening the cuffs. Namjoon followed quickly behind, keeping up with the elder's long strides.
"They here?" Yoongi asked curtly as he brisked past the bodyguards placed by the entrance. He didn't check to see if the door was locked—he just gripped the handle and forced his way in regardless, though luckily it seemed that the others had already arrived and it was indeed unlocked.
"Seems so." Quickening his pace, Namjoon stepped in front of his boss to lead him down to the basement where the sounds of painful screams were muted to the outside world. It was safer that way — no disruptions or distractions. "This way, Boss."
Upon entering the basement, there were men gathered in a circle who were quick to separate and line the walls, heads bowed down out of respect to their leader. This revealed the bloodied and bruised man slumped in the lonely metal chair situated in the middle of the room. Out of his peripheral vision, Yoongi noted a table decorated with his favourite weapons of choice when it came to drawing out information from the slightly less weaker people of society — there were the classics like guns, knives, batons, knuckle dusters… but then there were tasers, ice-cold compresses, syringes with harmless saline where the needle is very much real, but the fear of injection creates an easy gateway for a placebo effect (works wonders every time).
Beside him, Namjoon offered a familiar pair of black leather gloves that Yoongi didn't hesitate to slip on, slowly prowling around the tormented stranger in his territory, circling him like prey.
The man was already trembling. It was faint, but Yoongi's keen eyes could never miss it. It was clear he was trying to put on a brave face, but it's evident that whoever this is was roped into something that was not very well thought out. Usually Yoongi enjoyed stringing out this process until the victim regretted their every life decision and was begging for mercy, but with an omega back at university most likely shoving a few small and chubby fingers up his slicked up asshole? Yeah, Yoongi is more fond of wrapping up this whole ordeal swiftly.
"So," Yoongi never stopped his movements, watching as the man kept casting nervous glances at him out of the corner of his eyes. "You got a name?"
"Fuck off," The man gritted out, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. Cute.
Shrugging, Yoongi came to a stop right in front of the captive, just out of reach — not that his bound hands and legs could do anything, but you never know. "Okay, Mr. 'Fuck Off'. I suppose we better dive straight in, because I don't have time for this shit and really, what's stopping me from planting a bullet in your head right now?"
The man gulped, but he forced out an answer. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I, though?" Yoongi nodded in the direction of the table full of weaponry. "There's a gun right over there. But you're worthless anyway. Couldn't even pull off a bold stunt correctly—no one is gonna want to admit to being your leader after a spectacular failure like that, so… I'd say no one's coming to rescue you."
He knew the man would choose to stay silent. He knew it would get cogs turning when they realised they're actually disposable to whoever hired them. Still, he wandered over to the table, selecting his gun and checking the ammunition. It was heavy in his hand, but a familiar weight nonetheless.
Walking back over, Yoongi spun the gun around his finger before lifting it in the air and aiming it steadily at the stranger's head without a care in the world. "It'd be so easy to pull the trigger."
"D-Don't—!"
Yoongi tilted his head, still holding the gun up high. The other hand was shoved lazily in his pocket as though this was his usual Tuesday afternoon. "Why? Got a family and kids you care about or something?"
The man shook his head. "N-No…"
"Then what is it?"
"My d-dog. I don't want her to be sent to an animal shelter… She was already a rescue."
Fuck.
Yoongi didn't care so much about others' offspring or love lives, but pets? Pets hold a stupidly special place in his heart and Yoongi honestly wouldn't want that for this man's dog either. As idiotic as this man appears to be.
Taking in a deep breath, Yoongi feigned nonchalance and stepped closer, pressing the barrel of the gun against the man's head, right between his brows. "Then talk. Fast."
"Okay—okay! I-I'll talk! Promise!"
"Not got all day," Yoongi urged. He wasn't really going to kill this guy, but no one else needed to know that. "Come on."
Panicking, the guy began to ramble. "I-I'm not actually the one to have led the charge to intercept your goods. I was covering f-for a man named Chul— Kang Chul. Never met the guy. He'd only message via burner phones that were left on my doorstep with instructions on how to dispose of the device once I was sure I understood my task."
"Because that's not shady at all."
"Yeah, well, I knew what I was getting in to from the start."
"And how did this Kang Chul find you, Mr. Fuck Off?"
"He can find anyone, man, I swear! The dude's crazy as fuck!" The man's eyes were wide with fear, the trembling of his bones more visible now, chest heaving from deep breaths. "Please, you gotta save me from him. He's gonna kill me once he finds out the plan failed!"
Yoongi sucked in a long, drawn out breath, shaking his head in disappointment. "You see, you're already dead meat to him. A man brave enough to fuck with my shit is a man who will know within seconds if his little idea didn't work out." He explained with a steady voice. "So I'd say you've got a pretty hefty target on your back, because Kang Chul seems like the kind of guy to want to erase his messes — and right now, you're his mess."
"I don't wanna die!" The man wailed pathetically, tears streaking down his cheeks in a sorry excuse to save himself. Waterworks never worked on Yoongi. "Please, Agust D. You have to help me!"
"I don't have to help for shit." Yoongi spat out. He lowered the gun and moved to place it back on the table, scoffing to himself under his breath. "Not after the stunt you pulled. You're lucky it was early enough in the morning before citizens rose to drive to work — there could have been a lot of witnesses. Not to mention that you clearly knew who I was and what you were doing since you know my name. And you think you're worthy of my help despite all that?"
The man offered a small, timid smile. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Yoongi sighed. "I really should put that bullet in your head." He shuffled back over to the tied up victim, glancing down at the watch clasped around his wrist. If things were done efficiently, he could get back to Jimin in time for their free period after lunch. "Okay, I seriously need to get back to my prior engagement, so let's make this quick, yeah?"
The man nodded quickly, eager to do anything to get himself out of the situation he was in.
"Name?"
"K-Kyungwoo."
"Your name usually includes a family name, too." Yoongi deadpanned.
"Lee. Lee Kyungwoo."
Yoongi looked back over his shoulder and gave a nod to Namjoon, who already had a pen and pad pulled out, jotting down the given name and any extra information.
"Why are you looking at him?"
Smirking, Yoongi slowly looked back at Kyungwoo. "You're scared that Kang Chul can find you? Believe me, we can find you faster. If you're lying to me, I will find out. You hear me?"
"Y-Yes, Sir."
Pleased, Yoongi moved to lean against a nearby wall, observing Kyungwoo's behaviour and mannerisms from the side as he interrogated the man. "And the intentions of the plan?"
"I didn't really get told much information about the motive behind it all," Kyungwoo explained quietly, staring down at the floor. His fingers were twitching where they were bound with rope at the back of the chair.
"You're lying."
Kyungwoo whipped his head towards Yoongi. "How— Huh?"
"Don't lie to me. It gets on my fucking nerves."
The man swallowed around nothing, words eluding him.
"You want to survive so badly? Spit it out."
Nodding, Kyungwoo sat a little straighter as best he could. "Um.. w-well I wasn't half lying. I—I really wasn't told a lot since I was considered an outsider to this operation. But.. Chul did briefly talk about how he wanted to set things right? 'Give them what they wanted'? Something like that."
"'Give them what they wanted'?" Yoongi echoed, confused. "Who?"
Kyungwoo shrugged.
"You're only working for Kang Chul, yes?"
Kyungwoo nodded.
"That's not to say he's working for someone else, too…"
Yoongi spun around on his heels and started walking back towards the stairs. Behind him, Kyungwoo sputtered out panicked words about 'promising to be saved' but Yoongi ignored his pitiful wails in favour of whispering in Namjoon's ear amidst his exit, "Run a background check on both Lee Kyungwoo and Kang Chul. Verify the disclosed information, and for the sake of my sanity—don't update me within the next two hours or heaven forbid I will come back with a vengeance. Do I make myself clear?"
Namjoon nodded firmly, though a subtle pink flush creeped up the back of his neck knowing the implication of the elder's words. "Affirmative, Boss."
"And as for you, Kyungwoo." Yoongi spared the captive a glance. "I don't make promises to low lives like you. My men here will decide your fate."
With that, he continued to make his way out of the building where the driver from earlier was still parked up front, waiting patiently. Yoongi slid into the back seat once again and buckled up.
"Push down on the peddle, Insu-ssi. I've exciting places to be."