You keep watching her go with your arm wrapped around Yoongi's until she is no longer in sight, and only then can you finally breathe a sigh of relief. "I wasn't aware that you were inviting your ex to the ball," you coldly accuse him as you gently pull away from him.

Yoongi's eyes follow you as you step aside, clearly not enjoying the fact that you choose to cross your arms over your chest and keep your distance instead of holding onto him. "I thought you promised that there will be no problems coming from your past lovers."

Yoongi says nothing for a moment. But the look in his eyes speaks louder than words. There is still a hint of rage in his eyes when he looks at you, and it is obvious that he is still annoyed by the disruption. Yet he also seems amused, as if he is still having trouble believing that you had somehow appeared at the right time, taking control and interfering just when he was coming close to losing his patience.

He briefly closes his eyes, taking his time to regain his composure before answering, "I never did." His gaze softens when he opens his eyes again. "I already promised that no part of my past would interfere with our future, and I never added her name to the guest list. She was never invited in the first place. It's not like I've kept in contact with her after everything between us ended."

Relief washes over you. It warms you on the inside to have him reassure you about the situation with his ex when he never truly needed to, and you have no idea how to react to this. "Well," you say instead, "I hope that she now gets the message that she will never be invited to anything involving us and our families." You look straight into his eyes as you add, "Ever."

You hope that your words can serve both as a warning and a reminder for him to make him understand that you will not stand by should he ever allow any part of his past love life to get entangled with your arrangements.

Once again, he looks as if amused when he looks at you and nods. "You have my word," he promises, and you can easily hear how genuine he is when he says those words.

"Right. Thank you." You nod. "We really should get back inside. You were away for quite some time, and I really did notice that some guests were starting to leave, so I'm sure they'll be wondering where we are."

Yoongi gives you a small smile. "Of course. After you," he says, extending his hand as he allows you to go first. You turn to walk ahead and he quickly joins you. His hand finds its way to the small of your back as he guides you back to the main event hall.

The moment you return to the ball, the atmosphere seems odd and tense. Some people you pass by keep glancing over their shoulders to look at you and Yoongi as you enter the hall together. Some others seem to be giving you side-eyes and curious looks. Seeing this only adds to the tension that you can still feel surging between you and Yoongi as you make your way towards the center of the room.

"Seems like some of the guests heard your little argument outside. Or, at least, they might be thinking that there is trouble happening between us during our time away," you whisper to him without bothering to hide your displeasure.

You hear him murmuring a curse under his breath, so you quickly pull him towards the dance floor instead of letting him take you back to the dining tables. "Come on, dance with me. Let's show these people that there is nothing they should worry about."

Yoongi says nothing to respond. Yet neither does he try to stop you. His eyes remain on you as he follows you quietly to the dance floor. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he feels unsure about this, until he glances over your shoulder to see that everyone is watching the two of you closely.

As if waiting for the masks to come off.

For them to find something to gossip about over their morning tea the next day after the ball is over.

With a subtle nod, Yoongi takes your hand in his and places his other palm on the small of your back as he gently takes over the lead.

A soft classic tune begins playing from the grand piano, replacing the quick-paced music which the guests have been dancing to, giving you the perfect tempo to accompany you for a slow dance. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his palms resting on your waist, you begin to follow his lead, swaying gently to the music together as if you are moving as one.

Keeping your gaze on his face, you are drawn to the crease forming between his brows. You notice that the crease has been present since his altercation with his ex. One of his quirks which you have learned through the weeks you spent more time with him by going on dates and various public events as a couple.

Yoongi would have this look on his face whenever he felt displeasure, or when something was bothering his mind. The deep crease would appear between his eyebrows whenever he was thinking deeply. Just like what he seems to be doing now, even as he is moving in tune with you in the slow dance.

There were times when you had wanted so badly to brush your thumb over the crease to wipe it away or kiss it until it would disappear, always finding it odd how much it bothered you to see him so troubled. Yet you had always managed to stop yourself from doing so, fearing that you would cross his boundaries and make him feel uncomfortable.

But it seems like your body has decided to keep making its own decisions tonight.

Just like how you moved to interfere with Yoongi's incident earlier before you could think better of it, your body moves on its own again before you realise what is happening.

With your eyes locked on his, your hands move up to gently cup his face. With one hand placed on his chin, you keep him still while the other makes its way up, and you begin brushing your thumb over the crease between his brows. Yoongi's gaze sharpens upon contact, looking caught by surprise. Before he has any chance to react, or to say anything, you lean forward, standing on your tiptoes so you can reach his height and press your lips to kiss the crease away.

You can feel his body growing tense under your touch for a brief moment, and you feel worried, thinking that you might have offended him by your actions. But as you slowly pull away, you can feel him relaxing against you, before he suddenly tightens his hold on your waist to hold you closer, keeping you from pulling yourself away from him.

Your eyes meet his at that moment. You quickly notice his gaze darkening, and you begin to lower your face to hide the flush growing on your skin. As you begin to apologise, Yoongi stops you with his fingers tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze again. He does nothing else at first. He simply keeps you in this position for a moment longer, allowing your eyes to lock on each other in silence.

And then, he slowly leans down, his face coming closer until his lips meet yours, stopping any words from coming out of your lips with a soft kiss.

Your heartbeat starts racing. Your skin grows warm.

Because this is the first actual kiss that you have ever shared.

And it ends too quickly. Because he pulls away before you can even react to it.

Your eyes flutter open to once again meet his gaze as he is still staring straight at you. He pulls you close while you are still stunned to silence, keeping your body pressed to his chest as he continues leading you in the slow dance, close enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

"I should probably warn you," he whispers, "that it's dangerous for you to fall in love with a man like me."

Warmth rushes through your body. His words are simple and clear, yet they manage to light up every sense in your body, making you grow alert as you continue to sway together with him to the slow tune of music.

"I know," you whisper back to him with a sigh as you close your eyes. As you embrace this moment—the closeness, his warmth, the gentle sway of your bodies, and the soft flutter rising in your chest—while holding your tongue to stop yourself from saying,

But it would probably be more dangerous for you to fall for me.

A couple of nights have passed since the ball, and you find yourself sitting in the study room at Jinyoung's old apartment.

When Jinyoung was still alive, there were times when you would find him like this; sitting with crossed legs on the floor instead of using his desk to work; slouching forward the more he was focused on the numbers and data he was reading from his laptop; books and papers scattered around him as he worked, covering the expensive Persian rug which he had bought only to add bright vivid colours into the monotonous room.

During those times, you would be the one to go back and forth to check on him when he kept working through the night, making sure that he wasn't skipping his meals and was wearing warm clothes to survive the cold, or to retrieve the empty boxes of take-outs and empty cups of coffee that would always join the messy pile of his work.

Tonight, you are the one to occupy the room as you sit crossed legs on the floor with your laptop on. The night has grown late, yet you remain. Because there is work to be done.

The kind of work which you have kept as a secret from everyone in your life.

On one side of the rug, a cardboard box is laid open, surrounded by folders of files with logos of Lacuna Technologies printed on its front cover. Some of the pages are spread in the open, marked with post-its and markers lining up the texts.

You have another pile of files on your left. Some pages are laid open, displaying pictures and personal data gained from Jinyoung and the members of his family that you have gotten to know through your relationship.

Joining the mess is a different set of files. Similar to the ones you see of Jinyoung and his family, these pages have your pictures and personal data printed on them. Those of which had been taken and collected from the day of your birth until the moment your previous engagement ended when Jinyoung passed away.

Sitting at the center of the chaotic scene, you find an unsettling quiet. Only that you currently have your eyes locked specifically on the folder of files you have in your hand.

The logo of MYG Holding and its mother company are imprinted on the cover. You already know what the folder contains; the names and personal data of every member of the Min family and everything related to the family's main business chain.

With careful hands, you pull out a set of pages from the folder. Those revealing a set of pictures which seem to have been taken with a long-range camera lens.

On the front page is the image of Min Yoongi, the man who is now holding your future in his hands—whether it will turn out to be your glory or your downfall is still such an undecided fate. His cold, unwavering eyes are looking out from the picture as if he is present, standing right in front of you, as his eyes are staring straight into the lens.

Looking at his picture makes it seem as if he is staring straight at you, waiting for your next move.