── ❝ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵」

❝ 寄生虫;
.PARASITE ❞

YOONGI HAD SPENT HIS NIGHT LOUNGING AROUND IN BED, watching trashy American reality TV while he awaits Karma's return. He had gotten her money from Hoseok earlier that afternoon and this spent the rest of his day cleaning and sleeping.

He was already beginning to doze off for the third time that day when the sound of the front door cracking open tickled his ears. He perked up from his position against the multitude of pillows and watches as Karma walks through the door with her shoes in hand.

"What'chu get?" Yoongi hummed lowly. His tired voice was always one of her favorites, especially when they were curled up together under the blankets, sometimes naked, most of the time clothed. She would have him say random shit to her just so she could hear his rough, coarse voice.

Karma reached behind her neck brushing her hair out of the way so she could unclip her necklace. "Nothing." She sighed in response. "Though, I did meet someone interesting." Her finger brush carefully over the buttons of her silk blouse, undoing them one by one. She smiled softly at his curious hum. "Who?" He ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"The fucking King himself. He had shown up at The Playground." Karma mused almost as if she couldn't believe it herself. She had sat with the most powerful man in Korea and didn't die. "He found out I stole from one of his men."

Yoongi scoffed at her little story. "And you didn't die? Stop the bullshit." He threw the blankets off of himself and got out of bed. His basketball shorts stopped just above his boney knees, always slightly reddened inexplicably. His long, slender hand came to his arm to scratch the inside of his elbow. "What actually happened."

Karma tugged her shirt from the waist of her pants and slipped it off of her delicate shoulders. "I'm not bullshitting you. He was impressed. Asked me to work for him." She undid the buckle to her belt and began tugging down her pants, wiggling down her hips until they fell slack to the ground. Karma took one of his shirts, a grey one with a white patch on the chest, 'Fear of God' written in black.

Yoongi knew she wasn't lying. Karma wasn't one to joke about something like that. He remained silent as she ties her hair up out of her face. It's a long stretch of silence, one that put Karma on edge. She carefully crossed her arms over her chest. "Say something." Yoongi being completely silent is anything new. He can't think with noise and he was constantly thinking.

But with something so massive, she needs him to say something. Anything at all.

"What do you want me to say? You aren't actually considering working for him are you?" The silence that follows after makes the man's posture straighten defensively. "You're not serious. You'll end up dead by the end of the month." He scoffed at her. They had already agreed, they don't work for people. They wouldn't be bought out. They were their own bosses. "You know what we agreed on."

But sometimes you have to break the rules for the betterment of yourself and those you care about. Karma didn't like his tone of voice, the way he looked at her as if she had turned on him, as if he didn't recognize her. Her lips twitch subtly. "This is potentially a lot of money we're talking about, Yoongs. We don't have to do shit for the next few months depending on how much it is. We can go on trips like we've always wanted."

It was a fantasy really, of two, young lovers with dreams to run away together, jumping from city to city, never tied to a single place. But reality wasn't as whimsical. They weren't lovers and every day they were simply trying to survive. They would be naïve to think anything else. But deep down, they wanted those dreams to be real, to be traveling the world together, sleeping together in hotel rooms, living each day as if it were their last.

"So you're gonna become somebody's bitch in order to make it happen?"

Karma couldn't believe him. She had come home in a good mood until he had to come and rain on her parade. She wasn't becoming anyone's bitch and she certainly wasn't his in the first place. "Fuck you, Yoongi. Sleep on the fucking couch tonight. I'm tired of you." And when Karma got angry at Yoongi, she got dismissive of him, brushing him off as if he meant nothing to her. She waved her hand and walked over to the bed with the intent to claim it for herself tonight.

Yoongi's jaw tightened with frustration at her. "He's a fucking parasite. What do you think parasites do once they're done with the host, huh? They kill it. He's either gonna kill you or you'll be roped in with his bullshit for the rest of your life."

"I'm already roped in with your bullshit so how bad could it possibly be?" The passive aggression in her tone made Yoongi fume. He was trying to protect her from whatever the fuck she was walking right into. Nothing about this sounded like a good idea to him so why take the risk?

Karma got into bed and yanked the blankets up over her head, completely shutting off any more conversation. She listened to Yoongi huff in annoyance as he took one of the pillows and blankets from the bed. "Don't come crying to me when shit hits the fan."

"Find a fat one and choke on it." Her voice is cold and still, discouraging Yoongi from saying anything else before they get into a physical fight. They nearly never got that angry at each other. They always separated before then to cool down.

She flinched when Yoongi slammed the door closed behind himself, leaving Karma alone under the thin blankets that never did an adequate job at keeping them warm.

Why was he so short-sighted? Only seeing what was right in front of him rather than the bigger picture. She was doing this for them, so they could live out their dreams together. But she couldn't deny that he was right in some aspects of his argument. Getting involved with the Bulgae Clan is just asking for trouble to come her way. So if she was going to do this, she would have to set some ground rules.

The next morning, Yoongi had made breakfast, just for himself though like a passive-aggressive bitch. He still wasn't happy with her, even after sleeping it off on the couch that left him with more back problems and spine alignment issues than a startled cat. Karma sure as hell wasn't going to apologize. She did nothing wrong but want better for them. She was thinking for the future.

She shuffled into the kitchen past him to make herself some coffee. The air between them is still and tense. They are both resolute in their stances. Yoongi refused to be in support of her becoming some glorified lap dog for a man who will 100% fuck her over.

"I'm going back tonight." Karma's voice broke through the silence. "If you don't want anything to do with it, fine. The money will just be for me then." She knew that was a lie. The whole point of her doing all of this was to help the both of them.

The loud clatter of the metal fork hitting the glass plate assaults her eardrums. Yoongi sighs, turning around to face her. He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. "Look- just be careful, okay? Those stupid dogs aren't good for anything besides drugs and fucking people over." He didn't like this, not at all. In fact, he hated it, despised it with every part of his being. But there was nothing he could say to stop her. Karma was one stubborn bastard and she was set in this.

So he walked just two feet across the narrow kitchen and slid his arms around her, hugging her from behind. He pressed his solid body against hers and placed his chin upon her shoulder. "If you die, I'll kill you. I'll kill you so fucking hard that you feel it in the afterlife." His lips brush carefully over the curve of her delicate neck.

It brings a smile to her lips. There are moments when they feel like a couple. Yoongi's hands carefully tugging at the end of the shirt she was wearing. His hands are warm against her skin and the softness of his lips peppering kisses across her neck. It was a moment of bliss where she could pretend like something in her life was stable.

"Because if I go to jail for killing that rat bastard for killing you, I'm not gonna be happy." His teeth graze over her skin and his hand slips past the elastic band of her panties. His other hand settles on her stomach, keeping her pressed against him, trapped between him and the counter.

God, she loved him.

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

I have a lot of chapters on stack here and I kinda need to get them out there because they're giving me anxiety for some reason so yeah. Ik last chapter was supposed to be a parting gift but like...yay 🤷‍♀️

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

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