Jungkook in fact couldn't handle the sibling's wack-ass plan. Was it smart to use Yoongi against his brother, knowing how far he'd go for Runa? Yes. Was it incredibly risky and stupid to allow her to go in alone into enemy territory just to meet with them after what's already happened? Also yes, but she digressed.

With a nod, he accepts that there's no talking either of them out of this, so once she sends a message to Yoongi, the two patiently wait for a response now that they're in her office, Jungkook fixing his watch and her playing with her manicured nails, something she did when she was impatient.

"What time are you going?", he then breaks the silence, making her snap out of her trance and look at him.

"If he agrees, I'd say about 10."

He only hums in response, closing his eyes and resting his head against his fist, his arm propped up on the leather chair.

"What are you gonna wear?"

"Something black with my red heels. Those were always his favorite", she says, planning everything in her head so this would turn out how she wanted.

"They're my favorite", he replies, almost like he was clarifying that as he opens his eyes to stare at her.

She felt her face getting warm and she nodded while looking back at her nails, clearly flustered, "You have good taste."

"Everything I have is of great value, but none which lies in the amount of money. More so the heart and spirit."

"What would you say is the most expensive thing you own? Is it your coat?", she curiously asks, figuring that small talk would help get Yoongi off her mind.

"You."

She choked, making his face turn smug and she rolled her eyes while avoiding his gaze, "Hilarious", she grumbled.

"It's true. Both in the value of my heart and money. You are quite expensive", he retorts, taking great pleasure in how flustered she got, her eyes glistening with intrigue at his revelation.

"What can I say, I love my diamonds", she cracks a smile and taps the dangly earrings she wore which were fully displayed due to her hair being slicked back into a bun.

"I know you do", he says with admiration swimming in his heavy gaze, lingering on the earrings for a moment before looking at the diamond necklace.

He was proud to have her as his, even if others didn't know it, that's not what mattered. What mattered was that she confessed first, and it made it easier for him to say those three words.

Especially considering he's never said them in his entire life, let alone admired and loved someone who was not only younger but held a position of power over him. Runa was the exception to the rule because only he'd take orders from her and nobody else.

"You'll burn a hole through my skin looking at me like that", she jokes.

His reply catches her off guard and makes her lips part in shock, "I'm sure it's burning somewhere else, isn't it?"

The suggestive raise of his eyebrows makes her click her tongue, more than burning from his comment, "Don't make me fire you."

His odd sense of flirtatiousness and nonchalance did make her thighs burn amongst other places, and he knew that. That's why he was always so smug, even if he kept a straight face. He had a look in his eyes that spoke volumes about how he truly felt.

No one's ever looked at her like this before, but to be reassured that those feelings she had for him were reciprocated did make her want him on a new level of desperation. Unfortunately, business had to be dealt with and any fun would have to be delayed.

"You could never", he says, a hint of a smile on his face, and as soon as she's about to get lost in it, her phone interrupts the moment.

Quickly, she opened the new message to see that Yoongi had replied, and she read it aloud so Jungkook could hear as well, "We'll be waiting. Don't bring your lap dog with you."

A scoff leaves her lips, "As if he was never up my ass."

"If only he knew just how much you love me", Jungkook comments with a taunting tone that made her lips curl into a smirk.

"Shut up", she laughs, making him press his lips into a thin line.

"I guess we have a few hours until you leave. What should we do until then?"

"Jimin already has his men surrounding the area, keeping tabs on everyone who walks in and out of the club. Officially it opens at 9. But you know me, I have to show up fashionably late to have them on the edge of their seats. Yoongi knows that, and it gives me enough time for a nap", she stands and stretches her arms with a yawn, him follow after her when she leaves the office.

"Since I'm not allowed to go in, I'll be with Jimin waiting outside for you", he says while walking beside her, stopping at the door of her bedroom.

"Good, now come with me."

As soon as they walk in, she goes to her closet and changes right in front of him, and out of respect, he keeps his eyes occupied on the ceiling-high windows that make up a whole wall. Noticing that he sat down at her vanity and kept his gaze away from her, she chuckled with a smirk and walked over to him when she was dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt that went down to her knees. The warmth wrapping around his neck made him look into the mirror and at her, seeing that she had her arms around him, her chin rested atop his head.

"Could you watch over me while I sleep? I'd feel safer", she asks sweetly, contrasting with the look on her face that was tempestuous.

"You don't have to ask, I know that's what you wanted", he replies, frozen in place when she leans down and kisses his cheek, still holding intense eye contact that made a chill go down his spine.

"What if I want something else?", she muses, her hands now roaming down to his chest, and in a flash, he stands up from the vanity and picks her up, dropping her onto the bed as she bounces on it from the impact, looking up at him with a mischievous smile on her face, thinking she'd get something.

"I'll wake you up at 8 so you have plenty of time to get ready", he moves the chair over by her bed and sits down, crossing his arms over his chest and enjoying the disappointment on her face as she turns around and sneaks under the covers.

"You're such a tease, Jeon. I fucking hate you for it."

"I know you love me", he says with a light chuckle, watching as she squirmed to get comfortable and soon drifted off to sleep.

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Everything was meticulously planned for tonight. The bigger picture had already been taken care of, now it was her. She planned to be the very thing that destroys Yoongi. It's only fair. He played the part in taking away the things she loved, and was still trying to take her down. Fuck him. He hurt her, too much to come back from.

She wore a tight black dress, something Yoongi bought her. Along with the cherry red heels, the earrings, the silver chain she wore. Everything she had on were his gifts, his favorite things about her, all wrapped up in one. She even went as far as to digging out one of her old perfumes, the one that he always complimented on. It had been years since she wore this, smelling it brought back memories she thought she had buried, along with the pain of how cruel time can be and how different things were now.

This was his fault. All his fault. She kept that in mind as Jimin went over the plan again in the back of the van, her heart racing as the past weighed on her shoulder. She knew for a fact tonight would work in their favor, considering a usually composed man was staring at her thighs that were barely covered, but enough to not reveal everything. Jimin knew what was going on between them, that's the only reason why Jungkook's eyes weren't poked out of their sockets for staring at his sister. Even he commented how good she looked, in a brotherly manner of course.

Maybe it was the chilly air or something much more sinister that sent a rush down her spine, but as soon as they were in the city and she walked out of the van, there was no hiding the danger in her eyes as she walked in and caught the looks of many dancing around in the club booming with sensual rock music that had everyone grinding against each other from both the lack of space and the heat of the night.

The usual nauseous wave of alcohol and a strong mix of perfume, sex, and smoke made her feel all the more powerful when she saw people turning their heads to look at her, eyes wide and mouths drunkenly agape as they sputtered and continued downing shots and god knows what else mixed in their glasses. Once she walked up the stairs and into a more relaxed area, she saw two familiar faces sitting in a booth to the far left of the upper floor.

The white-haired male was the first to notice her, eyes widening when she walked up to them with a troubling yet fiery passion emitting from her. Nudging his brother's shoulder who was busy talking to a girl on his arm, he sees the woman Yoongi is indicating and a twisted grin makes its way onto his face when she stands on the other side of the circular table.

"I hear you want to talk. Have you finally made up your mind?", Taemin muses, ignoring the woman whining in his ear for attention, to which Runa judgmentally scans before giving a dark look to Yoongi who stares at her like she's the light of his life.

Quite sad really, considering he fucked everything up due to his selfishness and desire to have her to himself, disregarding her feelings on the matter and not caring how much pain he'd willingly put her through as long as there was a chance. Still, that anger was blazing hot when meeting his older brother's eyes, the ones that never looked any further out of respect for the man sitting next to him.

"First I need to talk to Yoongi. I trust him more than I do you", she retorts, making him chuckle out of amusement.

"You must be desperate for peace if you're so willing to forgive what we've done to you. Killing your dog, killing the consigliere...", he giggles, but still with a trace of bitterness on his face, because in the end, he was a spiteful man.

"How do we know you're being real about this? How do I know you won't betray us and get your revenge? I don't trust you either, ya know. Not after what you've done to my brother."

She internally scoffs, wanting to laugh but seeing as she was always good at playing the part, her gaze softens and she looks over at Yoongi, pretending to regret something that was never her fault just to make her act believable.

"Now that I've lost them, I feel more alone than ever. I don't feel loved, I don't feel safe, and at the end of the day, there's only one person who's sacrificed everything for me. And that's your brother", she says to him, and he looks somewhat eager to hear what she has to say, enjoying her weakened state.

With a nod, he allows her to continue, "He betrayed me, but in the end, it was to save me. It was because he knew that even if I didn't love him, if I were his again, I would realize he was the only one who would accept me as I am and not judge me. I'm afraid I'll lose everything, and I'm begging you. Please, just let me talk with him. We don't have to fight", she says with a genuine tone, internally cringing at how pathetic she sounds but proud of herself for sounding so perfectly in the role.

Yoongi's eyes meet with his brother's, and once he sees how badly he wants to, he gives him a nod and watches as his brother gets up to walk away in a more private area, but not before Runa purposefully makes her eyes water and gives the mafia leader a grateful nod.

"Thank you", she mouths, taking Yoongi's hand as he leads them into a hall and into one of the private rooms they had for VIPs.

"Do you want a drink?", Yoongi asks, rubbing his sweaty palms against the black slacks he wore once he sat down in the booth, trying to get something to ease his heart rate.

"I don't want to drink. I want to talk with you", she says while slowly approaching him, wanting to laugh at how easy he was by the way he nervously gulped and watched her every move with glittering eyes.

He lets out a sigh when she straddles him, carefully placing his hands respectfully on her face and enjoying the warmth of her thighs and weight on top of him, especially the perfume that made his heart pound with both lust and nostalgia.

"You hurt me, you know that?", she ran her fingers through his white strands, a sad look on her face and Yoongi felt his heart breaking.

"I know, love. I'm sorry", he whispers, closing his eyes when she leans in and kisses his nose, a habit she started when they were young children and it made his eyes water once reminiscing of how simple life used to be for them.

"I did it for you, so we could be together and I could make you happy. Even if you didn't love me, I wanted you to try. I want you to see that the only reason I did this, was to protect you", he says, completely captivated by her and it made her stomach twist in knots.

"You hurt me, Yoongi. You say you love me, that you'd do anything for me, but you took them away from me so easily. Like it meant nothing to you", she whispers, feeling more tears brim her eyes once she triggers them, her bottom lip trembling.

"Love, please. Forgive me. I know what I did was wrong, I know that betraying you made your trust in me vanish, but you and I could build that again. We've known each other forever, you and I have been through so much and we can't let that go to waste. We can't let that pain be for nothing", he soothingly rubs her back, wanting to selfishly bury himself between her thighs just to feel them squeeze around his head because he missed that.

He wanted to lay her down atop this table, bite at her neck, lick down her chest to her stomach, and slip his tongue inside of her just to taste something he hadn't lost himself in for so long. But he couldn't, he knew that she wouldn't give it up so quickly after what he'd done. He was grateful that in some way, she crawled back to him in vulnerability. It made him think she truly cared all along.

"Do you promise to never hurt me again?", she sniffles and pecks his nose, making him shudder again, "Do you promise to let me love you? Even if it takes time? Months or maybe longer? Can you take me back and give me one more chance?"

"I-"

Before he can respond, she kisses him hard, and instantly he melts into her and is so overtaken by his emotions that he doesn't realize what's happening.

"I hurt you, I used you, but you're the best I ever had. I can't let you slip through my fingers again. I'll hold onto you as tight as I can as long as you keep me close to you", she kisses him once more, despising the feeling and taste of him because her heart belonged to another.

"What about Jungkook?", he breathlessly asks, feeling lightheaded by the way she was touching him and holding his face so endearingly.

"He couldn't protect me. He let you take me away, he let Dong-Wook die, and he didn't care about how I felt. He wanted to use me and now I know how it feels", she allows fake tears to roll down her cheeks, and as a menacing look passes on his face, his hands pulling her protectively in his arms, she smiles when he kisses her head, knowing she won him over.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill him for hurting you, my love. Do you want me to?", he asks, making her head tilt up to him and her doe eyes make his stomach flutter crazily, his hands trembling as he caresses the sides of her face.

"No, I want us to kill him together", her eyes get dark and he nods his head, biting his lip with a hum of satisfaction.

"That sounds good to me. When should we do it?", he was starting to get excited at the thought of having his partner in crime back, the woman he had all of his firsts with, the woman he's loved all of his life.

"Soon, but I have to talk to your brother. He needs to know I'm serious about making peace and maintaining that. I've lost too much and I can't lose anymore, I can't lose you again", she pecks his nose once more with a sad smile, and his heart stutters at the broken look on her face.

"Please baby, don't leave me alone like this. I need you. Yoongi, I can barely even breathe", her voice is strained and he looks at her with seriousness that reassures her he's caught in her lies.

"I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm staying by your side, and don't worry, we'll be a happy family. All of us together", he chuckles with a gummy smile and she buries her face in his neck, inhaling his scent and pecking just below his ear, one of his most sensitive spots and she smirks hearing his shaky inhale of breath.

"What about Jimin? What are you gonna tell him?", he asks, a frown of concern wiping away the pleasure when he realizes they still had to find a way to make this work so no one else got hurt.

They were in such a fucking mess, no easy way out. He was starting to think that maybe he should've kidnapped her and kept her all to himself in the deepest, darkest hole he could find to hide in.

"If he doesn't want to make peace, I'll kill him and take everything he has."

Yoongi chuckles proudly at her fierceness and holds her tighter to his chest, kissing her neck feverishly while she giggles at his affection, "God, you don't even know how much I've missed you, Runa."

"I bet I missed you more", she sing-songs, challenging him because he enjoyed it and he leaned up, playfully biting and pulling at her lip with hunger in his eyes.

"Wanna see about that?", he nudged his nose against hers, and she sighed with disappointment.

"I can't baby, not yet. We have to get this settled first, and then we can have our fun. Just like the old days, but better. What do you say about that?"

He nods like a helpless puppy, too enthralled with her to think about the consequences of agreeing to this.

"Alright. But as soon as everything is settled, you're all mine. You got that? Every hour, every minute, every second."

A giggle leaves her lips and it makes butterflies swirl in his stomach, his gaze softening when he sees her doe eyes gleaming, "Don't worry, baby. I'm sure you'd like to fuck me in these heels again, right?"

She then moves back and sits on top of the table, smirking when his tatted hands move up her legs to touch her thighs, and she loves the way he looks at her. The power she had over him ignited her blood, making the tips of her fingers feel electric.

"It's taking everything in me not to right now", he says, his tone dark along with his cat eyes that narrowed in her direction by that teasing grin playing on her lips.

"What if I spread my legs a little right now, what would you do?", she muses.

He groans, his pants feeling tight just by the way she smelled, the way she looked at him like she wanted to do unspeakable things to him, things that only they knew about and the memories between them that made this feel so much more intimate.

"You know what I'd do. But I'll wait. I'll wait because I know you want to", he moves his hands down her legs and stands from the booth, pulling her to the edge of the table by her ankles before picking her up to place her in front of him.

"Let's talk to him first, and then you'll talk with your brother about us. Right?", he asks, his eyes seeking reassurance and she warmly smiles at him, how needy he was for her approval.

"Of course baby", she plants a peck on his cheek, some of her gloss staining his face and lips but he couldn't care less, "Hopefully your brother believes me."

"I'll talk to him, love. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Let me take care of it", he kissed her chest, taking in her scent before they walked out of the room and acted as if nothing happened between them, her poker face back on as Taemin glanced between the two.

"She's telling the truth", Yoongi says once sitting down and grabbing a filled glass of brown liquor, downing it and as they silently communicated with their eyes, the mafia leader sighed and poked his tongue against his cheek, scanning her from head to toe with reluctance.

"You truly want peace? You have to kill someone for me", he states as a proposition, and with a nod, she agrees.

"Who?"

Much like a snake, his expression turns deadly and his pupils dilate with an insanity that still unnerved her, "Kill your bodyguard. Bring me his head or I'll take it for myself."

"Deal."

With that, she winks over at Yoongi who returns it, and she strides away and down the staircase, ignoring the stares she earns as she maneuvers through the drunken, dancing crowd to escape this suffocating hell.

A sigh of exhilaration releases from her whole body when the cold air cools down her overheated body, and as soon as she spots the van parked a comfortable distance away, she walks across the lonely street and gets in through the back once it's opened for her to enter.

Jimin sits across with her bodyguard next to her, both eager to hear how things went and her lips lift into a satisfied grin, "All I have to do is kill my bodyguard, and then peace will be ensured", she says sarcastically, winking over at Jungkook who looks amused and in no way surprised by how easily she trapped both brothers.

"I take it the little bastard folded?", her brother inquired, giving the signal to his men to start driving and the vehicle pulled out of the parking space.

"Like a lawn chair", she scoffs a little, but still felt pride that she was able to convince the other hard-headed brother, "Taemin looked like he was convinced. But who knows with him, he's a bit unpredictable and not blind like Yoongi is. Even though he believes his brother, he can also see through the bullshit like glass."

"You're a convincing person. I don't think we'll have to worry much. And if so, at least you have Yoongi in your hands", Jungkook adds in, her brother agreeing.

"Yes but we need leverage against him. If the opportunity arises, we should take Yoongi. That's one of the only things Taemin cares about", she says with her manicured hands neatly folded in her lap.

"That's a good idea", Jimin says, taking out his phone and ordering his men to keep an eye on the white-haired male once he leaves the club, finding a way to track at least one of them if they don't disappear again.

"How many times did you kiss him?", Jungkook whispers in her ear, his warm breath sending the blood rushing to her thighs and her lips purse from his territorial attitude.

"Jealous much? It's not like I meant it. You knew I might have to. You agreed to it."

"That doesn't mean I like it. Now, how many times?", he repeats a little more sternly, trying to keep his voice low so Jimin didn't hear, although he was still on the phone discussing details.

"I don't remember. Maybe 8 times?", she chuckles dryly and waits for a response but he looks ahead with a neutral expression.

Her heart feels heavy for a moment due to the drop of his face. "Are you upset with me? I only kissed him because-"

"You kissed him 8 times? Ok. We'll see if you're still breathing when I'm done with you later", he turns his head to look her straight in the eyes, and her cheeks flush as she looks away, feeling a heavy tension between them and his threatening tone.

"What is that supposed to mean?", she sighs, her legs rubbing together and she jolts when she feels the cold leather of his glove holding her inner thigh.

Her head flies in his direction with wide eyes and she looks over at Jimin to make sure he doesn't see this behavior, but he's too busy talking to whoever is on the phone to see what's happening across from him.

"Jungkook what are you-", she begins to scold but when he squeezes her thigh, she chokes and closes her mouth, not wanting to accidentally moan because that's what she suppressed.

"You're so warm", he leans down, whispering in her ear, his fingers caressing her leg and her face flushes with embarrassment at the heat pooling between her legs.

"Stop it, he's right there", she whispered in response since his lips were right next to her ear, just barely grazing them, and his hand gripped tighter, making her legs squeeze together.

"He didn't touch you did he?", his voice held possessiveness, and it only made the throbbing worse to the point where she was starting to find it hard to breathe from the tension swallowing her.

"Just my face, my legs, my back, and he kissed my chest. But he never put his hands anywhere else", she says, hoping he'd stop torturing her and she kept her eyes on Jimin to make sure he didn't turn in their direction.

"In that case, I'll make sure his death is worse than I originally planned", he slid his hand away, leaving her a flustered, breathless, and throbbing mess but she quickly composed herself when Jimin's call ended.

Talk about perfect timing. She nudges the man beside her with her elbow, making him subtly poke her side before Jimin looks up at them and they stop messing with each other.

"You good? You look red", her brother asks with a small frown, and she just looks away with a shrug, feeling smugness radiating off of the man sitting unbothered next to her.

"I'm fine. Just angry."

Jimin doesn't question further, too occupied with his phone to see that Jungkook's hand sneaks back to rest on her thigh. Looking up at his face with a sharp glare and red cheeks, his eyes were closed and his head casually leaned back against the van since the drive was fairly smooth with no bumps.

Peeling his hand away, she sighs in relief until he puts it back and squeezes her flesh purposefully to get a reaction, and he resists a smile when he feels a jab to his rib cage from her elbow.

"Stop it you tease", she whispers, feeling her blood pulsing and her heart thudding violently against her chest.

His eyes open and his lips curl into a small smile as he mouths, "Never."