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chaoticpuff17 · 9 months

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Amygdala

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chapter 12

Yoongi awoke to a sharp elbow jabbed harshly into the flesh of his stomach.

With a groan he turned over, releasing Margot from his grip and allowing her to scramble away from him. It was only when he heard the thump against the floor followed by a sharp yelp that Yoongi fully opened his eyes.

A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand told him it was only four in the morning, too early to be dealing with any antics.

“Jagi,” he groaned, rolling over to look at Margot who was half tangled in the blankets still and sprawled rather uncomfortably on the floor of his bedroom. “It’s too early for this.”

“Fuck you.” She groaned in turn, not making any move to get up off the floor, still a little winded from her unexpected tumble off the bed.

With a tired sigh, Yoongi pushed himself up off the bed. “Are you coming back to bed or are you staying on the floor?” he asked, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“I think I’ll stay on the floor!” she declared breezily. “It’s quite comfortable down here.”

Yoongi hummed, throwing his feet over the side of the bed, standing so that he could lean down and scoop her up blankets and all.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she shrieked, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability as he began to walk them out of the room.

“Going to make some tea.” he grumbled, walking them to the kitchen and setting her down on a seat next to the island.

“Tea?”

“To help you sleep.”

She scoffed, pulling the blanket around herself like a cocoon. “I would sleep much better at home in my own bed.”

He only hummed in response, puttering around his kitchen as he began to prepare a cup of tea for her.

“When can I go home?” she asked, voice small as she pulled the edges of the blanket even tighter around her.

Yoongi paused, frozen for a moment as the question hit him. “This is home, jagi.” He answered as he resumed the motions of making tea.

“This is your home. When can I go back to my home?”

He sighed, placing a mug down on the counter. “You tried to leave me, jagiya. You can’t go home anymore.”

“So you’re going to keep me prisoner?”

“You’re not a prisoner, jagiya.” he refuted, pouring hot water into the mug and letting the tea leaves steep. “You can come and go as you please so long as you have someone with you.”

“So I can leave only if you’re with me. How is that not being a prisoner?” she asked, staring down at her toes, curled around the bar between the chair legs.

“It doesn’t have to be me. Your security team can go with you.”

“So guards? Like a prisoner?”

With another heavy sigh, Yoongi made his way over to her, slipping his hand along the curve of her jaw and tipping her head up so that she was looking at him as his hand settled with his thumb under her chin keeping her head tipped up.

“I want you to be happy here, Mari-ah.” he rumbled, drinking in her features and taking note of how exhausted she looked.

He was sure they both looked exhausted. It had been a long night for both of them with not nearly enough rest.

“You’re not a prisoner. My home is your home, but I cannot…” He paused, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes as he tried to reign in his emotions. He was still reeling from the panic of nearly losing her. “I cannot lose you. Not again.”

“You can’t lose what you never had, Yoongi.” she sighed, pushing his hand away as he looked at her almost wounded. “And I don’t want to be with you.”

“I know you’re not happy to be here.” he conceded. “This isn’t how I wanted this to happen either, but we’re here now. The only thing we can do is move forward.”

“I want to go home.”

“That’s just not possible.”

Yoongi moved away, partially to finish preparing her tea and partially to escape the way she was looking at him, eyes dark and pleading, begging him to give in and let her have her way. In any other matter he probably would have, but not in this.

“What about my job? My life?”

“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “With your criminal enterprises?”

“I don’t want to argue with you, Mari.” he walked over, steaming cup of tea in hand.

“It’s not drugged is it?” she asked, eyeing it suspiciously as she took it, giving the cup a tentative sniff.

“No, but it will help you sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

Yoongi regarded her carefully, taking in the way she was curled in on herself, the dark smudges under her eyes, the faint tremble in her fingers as she held the mug close to her chest.

She needed to sleep, but he doubted she was going to allow herself to relax enough to go back to bed, not anytime soon at least which was going to make this an even longer night for the both of them. Dawn hadn’t even begun to break over the horizon yet.

“How is this going to work?” she asked, voice small but still drawing Yoongi’s attention to her like a magnet.

“How is what going to work, jagi?”

“This.” she gestured vaguely around her. “What are the parameters? How do you expect this to go? People are going to notice I’m missing.”

“You’re not missing.” he shrugged, brushing off that concern right off the bat with a nonchalance that bothered her. “I’m not holding you prisoner. This is your home as much as it is mine. I’m not going to stop you from going out. I’m not going to take away your access to the world.”

“I just can’t leave you.” she finished for him, staring at her mug with a furrow between her brows.

“You can’t leave me.” he confirmed. “Hey.” he called out to her softly, tipping her chin up to face him again. “It’s not so bad. We can be happy together. Just like old times.”

“That was six years ago, Yoongi. We’re very different people now.”

“Not so different.” he disagreed. “But you’re right. We do need to set some rules.” She tensed, her shoulders pulling back as though she was bracing for a blow. “I don’t want to restrict you, jagiya, but I need to know that you’re safe, that you’re here.”

“That I haven’t run away from you.” she added bitterly.

“That too.” he conceded, not even trying to hide the fact that he had an almost unhealthy need to have her next to him. “You can go where you like. You can see where you like, but I need to know where you are at all times.”

“I’m not a child, Yoongi.”

“No, but you are a woman with a history of trying to slip away from me.” he pointed out, leveling her with a blank stare that dared her to argue that point with him. “If you go out, I need to know where you are. I need to know you’re safe, and that means that either I or your security team needs to be with you.”

“How many people are on my security team?”

“At the moment?” he asked, and she nodded. “Six. Two with you at all times, and they rotate in shifts.”

“That’s a lot of people just to keep an eye on me.”

“You’re the most important thing in my life, Margot.” he stated, his voice calm but completely serious as he spoke. “I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

“Yeong is part of my team.” she ventured to guess as she turned her eyes back to the mug gripped between her hands. “And the guy from earlier.”

“Yes.” he nodded. “They can take you anywhere you need to go.”

“Do they report to you if I go out?”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before answering. “They do.”

“So you get to know where I am at all times whether I want you to or not.” she pointed out, taking a sip from her tea. It was warm and earthy in flavor, some sort of herbal mix meant to help her relax and drift back off to sleep.

“I love you, Margot, but I won’t risk leaving you again.”

Her head shot up at that. “You don’t love me.” she shook her head, eyes troubled and a deep frown etched onto her features. “You don’t even know me anymore.”

Yoongi smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. It was a bittersweet expression filled with a pain she didn’t want to put a name to.

“I would love you even if I hadn’t seen you in fifty years.” he told her, hands coming to rest on the island, arms caging her in. “Letting you go six years ago was the biggest mistake of my life. I have regretted not telling you how I felt every day since you left.” She stared at him with wide eyes as he spoke, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Is it so terrible that I want you with me, jagiya?” she didn’t answer. “Losing you again would break me.” he admitted, voice low and raspy as he spoke. “I know this isn’t ideal. I know what I do scares you.”

One of his hands shot out, plucking the mug from her grip just as her hold had begun to loosen. Yoongi set the mug aside, before lifting his hand to brush some loose hair away from her face, gazing at her with an expression that settled somewhere between loving and manic. The glint in his eye sending a shiver down her spine.

“I can protect you, jagiya. I can keep you safe, and everything will be as it should be. You never need to be a part of what I do. I just need you with me.”

“You’re crazy.” she whispered, staring at him with fresh horror.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin, that disturbing glint still in his eye. “But I know what I want, and that’s you, jagiya. It’s always been you.”

His grin faded as he continued to look at her, his eyes scanning her features and his look becoming serious.

“Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve built is nothing without you.”

“You’ve completely lost your mind.” her voice was low and hushed as she spoke, her gaze less frightened and more pitying now as she examined the man before her.

Yoongi leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the closeness, relishing the fact that she was allowing him so close.

“I love you.” he whispered, the words loud in the silence of the room.

“If you love me, let me go.” she whispered in return, her own eyes drifting shut in the intimacy of the moment.

A sardonic chuckle left him as he pulled back, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek.

“I can’t do that, baby. You know that.” her eyes opened, watching him as his thumb drifted softly across her cheekbone. “I can let you have your freedom, but I can’t let you go. At the end of the day, I need you with me.”

“It’s not freedom if I can’t leave you, Yoongi. It’s not my choice.”

He stared at her for a moment, head tilted to the side as he considered her words. “I know, but it’s the best I can offer you.”

She pulled back, staring at him contemplatively as he had her. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Margot turned, grabbing her mug from the island before hopping down from her chair, pushing past Yoongi with the blanket trailing behind her as she left the kitchen, breaking the moment.

“Where are you going?” he asked, trailing after her.

“I don’t know.” she shrugged, sipping her tea. “But I’m not going back to bed.”

“It’s four in the morning, jagiya.” he grumbled even though he continued to follow her as she moved out into the living space and plopped herself down on his couch.

“Then go back to bed.” She said, looking at him as though this was the obvious answer. He didn’t move. “I’m too tired to deal with anymore of your bullshit tonight.” she groaned, leaning her head against the back of the sofa.

“Then come to bed.” he shot back, waiting for her to move.

“I want my own room.” she declared, and Yoongi shot her a vicious grin before shooting her down.

“Not happening, my love.”

“Why not?” she demanded, lifting her head to look at him.

“I don’t want you so far from me.”

She groaned, letting her head drop again. “You’re exhausting.”

“Then come to bed.” he offered again.

“Do I get my own room?” she asked, her head tilted to the side.

“No.”

“Then no thank you.”

“It’s late.” he said, trying to prompt her into returning to their room and the comfort of their bed, but she didn’t so much as acknowledge he’d spoken at all.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi plopped himself down beside her on the couch, throwing his arms across the back of the couch as he did. “You are an incredibly frustrating woman.”

She chuckled a little, sipping her tea. “You kidnapped me. You get to deal with it.”

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btsugarush · 4 months

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Hide & Seek | myg (m.list)

❝do you find me sadistic?❞

summary: desperate to rid yourself of crime and murder for the sake of your unborn child, you escape your mafia husband and start fresh with a new man and new identity; but just as life seemed perfect, your former husband shows you that he isn’t too keen on letting you go. you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?

pairings: mafia boss!yoongi x f!reader, kim taehyung x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, tattooed!yoongi, gunplay, use of guns/swords, dom!yoongi, manipulation, abuse, drugs, decapitation, possessive behavior, kidnapping, angst, murder, strong language, torture, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: oop, another one. hope the anons get mad like it truly affects their life and send hate. anyway my favorite movie in the whole world is kill bill, and when i saw this image of yoongi with a sword it gave me kill bill vibes, so yanno i had to do that for the one time.

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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bounty (m) | myg [teaser]

bounty (noun) : a sum paid for killing or capturing a person. if there was one person who annoyed you the most, it was min yoongi. but what happens when he calls you after escaping someone hired to end him? a dance, which ends in a surprising way.

pairing ; gang leader!yoongi x thug!reader (f)

rating/genre ; m (18+)//smut, angst (minor), enemies to ???

wc ; for the teaser - 470 // for the fic - 4k+

warnings for the teaser ; guns, swearing. for the fic ; explicit smut in public, knives, mentions of death, gore, murder (main characters) and many more!

note ; tread with caution ⚠️ the teaser is mild but the fic won't be (it will be very dark!) also, happy d-day dropping everyone hehe!! thanks to @cowboylikeyoongi for helping me with smth very major!!!! please let me know if you wanna join the taglist for this!

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You stand straighter, putting your hands on your waist and chewing the end of the cigarette in your mouth. You survey the area with squinted eyes, pushing your thin jacket behind to reveal your black tee and the gun, with which your finger toys.

You had heard of this place, and how there was a big bounty on the leader of the gang who ran the place. They were dogs, fiercer than wolves, but still fucking cowards. Your boss had asked you to stay clear of the massacre, something about leaving the lowly on his own. And you obeyed, for Min Yoongi was a man who riled you up so much, that anger always lived on your nose – and the tip of your tongue.

The way you were called into the yard, you assume whoever tried to get the meaningless bounty had failed. You shake your shoulders in amusement, and take another drag from your cigarette, kicking the dust at your feet. One more minute, and if he doesn't show up you are getting the fuck out of here.

It's as if the universe heard your thought and plotted against you returning because as soon as you turn back towards the raging fire, a hand wraps itself around your neck and pulls you behind. You let out a loud snort of amusement around the cigarette as you are pulled into a hard chest, his arm around your neck and breath on top of your ear. You quickly pull your cigarette out with one of your hands and exhale, letting the smoke fog you.

As soon as you register his breath, a hard thing pokes you on the base of your throat, and you look down to see the muzzle of his gun at your throat, pressing into your skin. His arm is right above it, and you see the way his fingers wrap around the trigger guard, away from the actual trigger. You scoff at it – still a coward.

He pushes the muzzle deeper into your skin, and you feel his chest going up and down, as his hand around your neck brings you so near him, that you feel him mold against you. You arch an eyebrow and tilt your head, a laugh leaving your lips.

"Hello to you too, Yoongi.'' He hated it when you, or anyone called him Yoongi, so you did just that. He doesn't want to be related to his family, or have a semblance of their relationship with him. And there was one thing that could erase it – his name. So he changed it to Agust D.

"You came?" His voice is gruff against your ear, and you don't miss how deep it is, just like the ocean. You take a deep breath and exhale, before speaking again with a delayed snort.

"You called?"

if you wanna join the taglist for this specific fic then lmk via comments :)) (permanent taglist peeps will be tagged in the reblogs for this one hehe 😉)

feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated! so please lmk your thoughts :))

#yoongi #yoongi smut #suga smut #yoongi angst #suga angst #min yoongi #bts smut #bts angst #myg #agust d #btswritersclub #btshoneyhive #bangtantheatrenet #micdropnet #bangtanbathhouse #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi mafia

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yearofinstitutionalization · 19 days

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198/638 One Suga a day while he is away

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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Regime (Teaser) | myg

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Series Warnings: anti-capitalism! mental illness, some gang violence, unaliving, smut, hella angst, drug/alcohol usage, very fowl language

Teaser Warnings: READER IS A BADASS, y/n uses all the self-defense, quite literally bites a chunk out of someone's hand, everyone has a gun, there are a few hostages, Yoongi kicks someone in the face, y/n very casually holds a gun to someone's head, refrences to y/n's childhood being... interesting (relatives' drug usage breifly mentioned)

Wordcount: 689

Note: I have no idea where this is gonna go, might just leave it at this, might make it a oneshot, might fuck around and make it a series I have no idea, lmk your thoughts though :)))

It was odd.

The parking lot of your job being completely empty had only happened on one other occasion that you could recall; and that was because it was Easter, and everyone had gone home early.

But today was different. It wasn’t a holiday, and there should have been plenty of work to get done; yet there was no one. Not a single car in the parking lot. As you drove past, you turned your attention to the side of the building, where the security parked. You pulled into the space beside the empty car of one of your coworkers, Nick.

But it’s ten minutes until shift change; first shift should still be here. Did Nick let them leave early for some reason? Aside from yours and Nick's, there was only one other car in the entire lot. A black SUV parked haphazardly beside Nick's car; and it was still running.

While all of this might scream “danger” to others that would have seen it, to you, while it was weird, that's all it was: weird. It’s a relatively small company; one where there were so few employees that they were all friends. Everyone knew everyone and they often all liked to fuck with one another, maybe this was just some kind of prank.

While the company was small, it was also one that had no problem fucking over it’s employees when it comes to their paychecks; even whenever the company execs wanted to come in and check the place out, they certainly never would’ve listened to any complaints about pay.

You cautiously walked up to the door and punched in the pin before you opened the door and stepped in. As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you walked into something you definitely wished you hadn’t.

Tied up in the middle of the floor was the supervisor for the building, Kevin, and the guy supposed to work your shift with you, Nick. They were completely surrounded by men in black, all with guns pointed at their heads. Kevin looked like he just got into a fight and lost; blood covering his face and his nose was crooked, while Nick had a swollen lip. In front of them there was just one man, but as soon as your eyes had adjusted to the dark building, all of them were looking at you.

Seconds after you walked in, your arms were pinned behind your back and a hand covered your mouth. “Just make sure she doesn’t go anywhere for a second, I have to deal with this asshole before I talk to her,”

While as a security officer, you hadn’t been trained in any kind of combat, you did grow up with uncles. A lot of them, and they would all get varying levels of high and various substances and decide that you needed to know how to defend yourself.

So while the man that spoke, the one standing in front of Nick and Kevin, kicks Nick in the chin - no doubt knocking out a few of his teeth - you stamped down on the foot of the man behind you and bit a chunk of flesh from his hand clean off. He screamed, letting go of you so you could turn around and knee him in the groin as one of your hands took the gun out of his side holster and held it to his head.

You stood beside him, facing the group of people with one hand holding the gun to his head while the other was up, level with your head to show you weren't armed more than what they could see. You spit out the chunk of flesh that you still had in your mouth, mostly for dramatic effect, and slowly moved your free hand down to wipe the blood from your lips.

Everyone was staring at you, even the boss was staring at you with a kind of intensity that would’ve been hard for anyone to withstand. “You can finish whatever you were doing, I’m not going anywhere, I just don’t really like people touching me,”

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missbangtangirl · 9 months

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Will Wait For You Suga/AgustD / Min Yoongi 2025 🫡💜

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be-my-ambulance · 1 year

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Agust D - Haegeum

#agust d #haegeum #yoongi #suga #bts #d day #mafia aesthetic #wallpaper desktop #kpop #cinematography #wong kar wai

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rebeca3 · 5 months

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Army do you have some good fanfic recommendations?

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bangtanhoneys · 3 months

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louder than bombs - snippet (bts mafia)

I may never fully write this, but this snippet needs to see the light of day

Warnings: torture, woman getting beaten up

She doesn’t know how long she’s been held captive.

The seconds, minutes and hours have turned into days and there’s no sign of relief or someone coming to get her out of there. She’s been beaten black and blue and she’s pretty sure her arm is broken but the pain is everywhere so it’s hard to tell.

It’s also even harder to tell who is who anymore.

At first she could recognise a couple of those who took pleasure in slamming their fists into her face or a kick aimed at her ribs, but now new people were coming in all the time and there seemed to be no sign of it all stopping.

Where was he? Where were any of them?

Wasn’t there meant to be a code that if one of them went missing in a day the search party would be out in the streets of Seoul, searching everywhere and everyone. No stone would be left unturned.

But she had been left behind.

Alone.

There was no use in crying anymore as that seemed to be a trigger for all of them to beat her even more, the torture unending as they tried every trick in the book to get the answer to the question they sorely needed:

Where was Bangtan?

There was another code to keep utterly quiet and say nothing, not without lawyers, not without protection, not without her brother.

And so she said nothing.

And the more she said nothing, the more they hurt her.

She stared up at the figure in front of her, her left eye swollen shut but her right one was still open and she could see. Her nose was broken, had lost a couple of teeth in the process and her tongue was hurting from where she had tried not to scream.

“She looks so much like him.”

“That’s because she’s his twin, you idiot.”

The words weren’t sinking in anymore as her brain had completely shut down, trying to keep her sane enough to think of a plan to get the hell out of there. She knew she couldn’t handle much more and that she was hanging on by a thread.

“Well, let’s make her more like him then.”

The flicker of a knife caught her attention as did the hands on her arms, making her scream out in pain when they held tight on her fractured bones. That didn’t deter them as they held on tighter, someone keeping her head in place.

“Min Inhyeon.”

Her name. That caught her attention.

“One last time - where is your twin?”

She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes watching the knife and she gave her answer by shaking her head.

“Fair enough.”

The knife on her skin above her eyebrow caused her to scream, that thread holding onto her sanity broken just as her skin just as chaos around them reigned. It seemed Bangtan had just arrived; too little, too late.

#bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #seokjin x oc #agust d #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction series #bts mafia imagine

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dearedwardteach · 1 year

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how many ao3 slash fics do you think he read to get inspiration

#im sorry but this music video is WAY too specific #i am pretty sure i read the exact same thing in a druglord!yoongi mafia au #i cant believe we actually got mafia boss yoongi and its for real #min yoongi #agust d #d day album #haegum #haegum mv

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luvly-bunny · 11 months

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POV: Suga as a mafia boss🤭

#bts mafia reactions #bts mafia imagine #bts mafia fic #suga agustd tour #haegeum #suga #agust d #ff #bts fic #bts #min yoongi #yoongi #gif #yoongles #bangta boys #suga tour #agust d trilogy

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chaoticpuff17 · 5 months

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Amygdala

part 15

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Hello, darlings! I know it's been a hot minute. School year started up and kiddos are crazy! Please enjoy the new chapter!--- chaotic puff

It took two days of rotting and sending both Yoongi and her guards into a frenzy of worry before Margot felt almost like herself again. By her third day she was up and dressed before Yoongi had even begun to stir. The past two days had taken their toll on him as well.

According to her security team, Yoongi had finally gotten the situation at work that had kept him at the “office” until late had finally been taken care of, but between work and his near panic about her rotting away, he was exhausted. When Margot woke up, Yoongi had still been asleep beside her, dead to the world, and that is where she’d left him.

Margot had crept down to the kitchen in the quiet hours of the morning. With Yoongi home, her security team was nowhere in sight, though she was sure that they were lingering somewhere in the building even if they weren’t in the penthouse.

Much to her surprise, Margot found that she quite enjoyed the penthouse when she was alone and all was quiet. Early morning light filtering through the windows was gentle and cast a soothing glow around the space. Curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, she could almost forget that she was a prisoner as she looked out across the city- almost but not quite.

There was still a lingering feeling of unease, an undercurrent to her peaceful morning that told her this wasn’t her home or her choice. It spurred her up from her position on the couch in search of the front door. She hadn’t set foot near it in the few days she’d been at the penthouse. There hadn’t been an opportunity. Either her guards or Yoongi were always with her. With so many eyes watching her every move, she hadn’t been able to investigate the entry to her cell or take in what measures had been put in place to keep her inside.

Much to her surprise, the door didn’t seem as though it had any over the top security systems in place. It was an ordinary door with an ordinary lock system. There didn’t even seem to be anything that kept her locked in from the inside aside from the run of the mill easily undone measures that every lock had.

Tentatively, Margot turned the handle, barely breathing as the door swung open revealing the narrow hall to the elevator and emergency stairs. It also revealed Chul waiting outside scrolling on his phone.

She had to suppress a snicker at the way he fumbled and snapped to attention as he noticed her standing in the open doorway.

“Buin!” He stuttered a little over the honorific. “Is there anything you need, ma’am?”

“No.” she shrugged, knowing full well her lackadaisical escape plan was no more. “Yoongi is still asleep and no one was around. I was exploring.”

Chul nodded, not entirely convinced by her explanation. “I see. Is there anywhere you’d like to go, ma’am?” He asked, giving her clothes a skeptical once over. “

“Not particularly.” she shrugged again. “We do need new dishes though. His are an awful shade of white.” she sighed to herself.

“We could head out as soon as you are ready, ma’am.” Chul stated with a smile. “The boss has said we can take you anywhere you’d like to go and left a credit card for any expenses.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn’t been aware that Yoongi was so prepared for her to venture into the world. Despite his overtures that she was not a prisoner, she hadn’t really expected him to keep his word on that matter.

“A credit card…” she repeated slowly as though she hadn’t quite heard him correctly. “like for shopping?”

“Yes, buin.” Chul smiled brightly. “We just have to tell the boss we’re headed out, and we’ll be fine.”

“He’s asleep right now.” she shrugged, not really put out by the fact that they wouldn’t be going out. She hadn’t truly believed they would to begin with.

“No, he’s not.” Yoongi’s soft, grumbly voice called from the direction of the entryway. Within a moment, his arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her in as he rested his chin against her shoulder. “Good morning, jagiya.”

She sighed in resigned irritation, but made no move to try to remove his arms. The effort would have been futile. Over the past few days she’d found that Yoongi was extremely clingy when he’d first woken up. Trying to get out of his embrace when he was like this was like trying to remove a barnacle.

“And where are you going, my love?” He murmured, nuzzling into her shoulder, the action sending an unpleasant shiver down her spine.

“Out.” She replied tersely, shoulders tense as he remained draped over her.

He huffed out a little chuckle. “Out where?”

“Out shopping. Your dishes are horrible.”

That earned her a full laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with my dishes.”

“They’re horrendous.”

Slowly, Yoongi untangled himself from her with a gummy smile that told everyone present how little he cared about the dishware. “If you want new dishes, we can get new dishes.”

Margot shot him a disgruntled look.

“There is no we. Your taste in dishware is horrible. You will have no part in this.”

“Is that so?” He asked with a raised brow.

“You kidnapped me. The least you can do is let me pick out my own dishes.” Her tone and expression were flat as she addressed him, completely void of any and all expression.

A wide, gummy grin spread over Yoongi’s features as he processed her words.

While she may have been trying to dissuade him from coming on her half-baked excursion, in his eyes it was a sign of her settling in. To him, this was Margot signaling that she wanted to make the space her own. If she was investing the time and effort to change aspects of the apartment, she wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.

“Nest to your heart’s content, love.”

Yoongi pressed a kiss to her hairline before stepping away from her entirely.

“Grab your shoes, jagi. I’ll get ready, and then we’ll head out.”

Margot froze, shooting him a look of complete consternation. “You’re not coming.”

“Of course I am. We’ve barely gotten to spend any time together.” Margot made a face, but held her tongue. “And I want to see what you pick.”

“You can see when we get back.” she pointed out stubbornly, trying to deter him despite knowing he was not one to be easily dissuaded.

Yoongi chuckled, ducking back in to place another quick kiss to her cheek. “Not a chance, jagi.”

Margot wiped her cheek in disgust. He’d been overly affectionate since the moment of their acquaintance, and for the most part she could brush it off, but the kisses were off-putting. There was only so much of the casual intimacy that she could take before it became too much to bear.

“We’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” Yoongi informed Chul, softly pushing Margot back into the confines of the apartment as he did.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have the car waiting. Will you be driving yourself today?”

Yoongi paused, mulling it over for a moment. “I’ll drive.”

“You don’t have to come.” Margot grumbled as Yoongi closed the door behind them.

All the humor had left his features as he assessed her now. Instead a small furrow marred the spot between his brows, and his lips set themselves in a grim line.

“I don’t like waking up without you.” He grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his tired features. “I thought, for a moment, that you were gone again.”

For a moment, Margot could have sworn that she heard the slightest wobble in his voice, but it was so faint that she couldn’t be sure.

“Would if I could.” she muttered, under her breath, moving further into the penthouse and away from Yoongi.

Yoongi was quick to catch up, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest, eliciting a small “eep” from Margot at the unexpected motion.

“I love you.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck with a smirk as a shiver went down Margot’s spine.

“Gross.” she huffed, pushing his arms away and deeply regretting the choice to wear her hair up. It provided him with far too much access when his intrusive thoughts told him to do something affectionate as though they were a couple. “That’s a bad decision on your part.”

“I think it’s an excellent decision.”

She shook her head sadly as she ventured towards the bedroom in search of shoes with Yoongi trailing behind her.

“So many, many bad decisions.”

Once they reached the bedroom, she headed for the closet while Yoongi headed towards the bathroom.

“I’ll grab a quick shower and get ready, and then we can go. Okay, jagi?”

“Or you could not come!” she called back as she began her single minded search for the particular pair of shoes that she had in mind.

“Not a chance, jagi!” he called back.

When Yoongi said a quick shower, he meant a quick shower. It was barely even ten minutes later when he emerged hair damp with a towel wrapped around his waist as he searched for his own clothes for the day.

“Jesus, Yoongi!” Margot shrieked, throwing her hands over her eyes. “Put some fucking clothes on!”

Yoongi shot her a smirk that she couldn’t see. “I’m not shy, sweetheart. Look all you want.”

“Pervert!”

Margot made her way out of the closet, scurrying quickly out of the bedroom entirely so as to avoid any more sightings of Yoongi in his towel. She didn’t need to be thinking about how much muscle he’d gained since college or the fact that he looked very very good without his shirt on. Part of her thought that Yoongi must have done it on purpose. He was always pushing the boundaries of where their nonexistent relationship actually was with actions that he thought matched the intimacy of the relationship they had in his head denoted.

It unnerved her just how domestic Yoongi made the entire kidnapping seem. Even today, he was acting as if this was a normal outing to pick dishware for their first home together. He’d called it nesting. In reality it was just a plot to spend his money on things he didn’t actually need and to get rid of the sanatorium white dishes she so despised. But it wasn’t the first thing that Yoongi had done that was domestic either.

Yoongi treated her as if they had been a couple for years. If one ignored the fact that he was a criminal and a kidnapper, you could almost believe that they had been a couple for years. He cooked. He placed sweet kisses on every innocuous piece of skin he could reach. He had even gotten out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to make her tea in an effort to help her get back to sleep. It was almost sickening in its domesticity, and yet he didn’t seem to find any problem with it. But he was the one who had kidnapped her after all. This was what he wanted.

“Are you ready, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, appearing out of nowhere and causing Margot to jump as he startled her.

“You need a bell or something.” she hissed, her hand pressed over her heart, feeling the muscles rapid rhythm against the palm of her hand.

“Noted.” The little smirk stretched across his lips earned him a glare from Margot. “Are you ready?”

“I’d be more ready if you weren’t coming.”

“You look lovely, jagi.”

“Flatterer.”

Margot marched out of the room towards the door with Yoongi following closely behind.

As irritated as she was to have Yoongi coming along, she was also incredibly relieved to be getting to leave the confines of the penthouse. Now that her period of rotting in bed was over, she could clearly tell that the days cooped up in the penthouse had done her no good, and she desperately wanted to feel the sun on her skin and to interact with people who were not Yoongi or her babysitters.

“Slow down, jagi.” Yoongi caught her hand, forcing her to slow down her brisk stride. “There’s no rush.”

“Says the one who’s been outside in the past few days.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that. “You aren’t a prisoner, jagi. You are allowed outside.”

“Not unaccompanied.” She pointed out lightly tugging at her hand as it remained in his grip though the movement did little to loosen his hold.

“It’s not so bad,” he shrugged. “Which you would know if you’d attempted to go outside before.”

Margot pursed her lips, keeping a snippy retort leashed behind her teeth as he poked at her though Yoongi quickly took note of the sour look on her face.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “That was unkind.”

“We can’t all be feisty heroines, Yoongi.” She replied softly. “Some of us need time to grieve what we’ve lost before we push boundaries.”

“I’m sorry.”

Margot tilted her head to the side, assessing Yoongi as she thought about his apology.

It wasn’t one that she needed or particularly wanted, but it had been given none the less. What she really wanted from him was something she knew he wouldn’t give. No one went through the trouble of taking someone prisoner just to let them go a few days later without getting what they wanted, and Margot certainly hadn’t given him what he wanted. She doubted he’d let her leave even if she did play along. If anything it would only feed into his delusions more.

And yet despite his delusions, he was genuinely sorry for causing her grief. It was maddening and sweet all at once, but mostly it was just maddening.

“I don’t need your apologies, Yoongi. I just want to go home.”

“You know that’s not an option, jagi.” His expression shuttered, the softness leaving his features as he steeled himself against the grief in her eyes, the soft pleading in her tone.

Just as his expression changed, hers did as well. All gentle pleading left her as quickly as it had come replaced by squared shoulders and a defiant glint shining in her eye.

“Still not your jagi.” she tossed over her shoulder as she moved towards the entryway once more. “Not your anything really.”

“Whatever you say, jagiya.” he chuckled, trailing after her.

Margot couldn’t stop moving as the elevator took them down to the street level. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, shifted her weight from one side to the other. Her fingers played with the bracelet on her wrist, twisting it over and over again. Part of her was certain that this was a joke, that Yoongi would take them right back inside when they reached the lobby, but despite that nagging negativity in the back of her mind, she was vibrating with excitement at the idea of being outside and the possibilities it presented.

Suddenly Margot stopped all movement, turning her attention to Yoongi as the elevator opened on the ground floor.

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked, stepping out of the elevator with him.

“Your phone?”

She nodded, giving him a look that suggested in no subtle way that the answer to that question should have been obvious. “My phone. I haven’t seen it since you kidnapped me, and I’m sure that there are people looking for me. My disappearance right before I was supposed to head to the countryside is highly suspicious you know.”

Yoongi scoffed out a sort of half laugh. “Want to contact your detective friend?”

“Namjoon-ssi?” Margot cocked her head to the side analyzing his expression her eyes widening as she puzzled out whatever she saw there. “You’re jealous!” She declared, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Of course not.” he scoffed, averting his eyes. “Why would I be jealous of some no name detective?”

“You’re totally jealous.”

“He took you on a date.” he grumbled as he led her outside to where the black SUV he typically drove was waiting for them.

“Yeah, to get me out of having to talk to you.” Margot slipped into the passenger seat as Yoongi held the door open for her. “You’re jealous.”

Yoongi scoffed again, closing her door and moving towards his side of the car. “I have nothing to be jealous of. I’m far better than some no-name detective.”

“I don’t know. I actually like Namjoon’s company. Can’t say the same about you though.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous, jagiya?” he asked, leveling her with an unamused look as he slipped into the driver’s seat.

“Nope.” she leaned back, putting special emphasis on the ‘p’ with a little pop as she spoke. “Your feelings of jealously have no affect on me what-so-ever.”

“Careful, jagi. You won’t like me when I’m jealous.” he warned, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

“I don’t like you currently.” she shrugged.

“Careful, love.” he warned again. “Now, where would you like to go?”

“Somewhere that sells non-horrible dishware.”

part 16

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