Things seemed to be going their way after what seemed like hit after hit, no breaks. Their focus was on Yoongi because he was the key to destroying his brother, which was their ultimate goal. Jimin's men had swiftly put a tracker underneath Yoongi's vehicle, and it was odd to see him casually walking into a mall.

Jimin had personally followed him here, seeing as it was his sister's idea to kidnap the man, and since about a few dozen of his men surrounded the place and had their eyes everywhere, his disappearance would go unnoticed, which was something they needed to succeed in if they wanted time to find out anything about his brother's whereabouts and plans.

As soon as the white-haired man walked out of a store with a bag in hand when he exited the back door out of the building, Jimin snuck up behind him and held a cloth over his mouth.

In an instant, the tatted male started to struggle and attempted to flip the attacker over his body by leaning down. That didn't work, and considering the trained fighter he was going up against, it didn't take much for him to pass out in the leader's arms due to his strength.

"Gotcha."

Without needing to call them, a van drove up and a few men in black quickly shuffled out and took hold of the unconscious male, carrying him into the vehicle and holding the door for their boss who took a glance around to ensure the coast was clear before getting in and ordering the driver to drop him off at an office he owned in Manhattan, where an underground arsenal was.

"We need to prepare for an attack. Make sure everyone is ready", he ordered into the device he held up against his ear.

Once he arrived at the building, he told the driver to go home and tie Yoongi up in the basement so he could deal with him later. For now, he had business to attend to, and that was discussing matters regarding Mr. Min's underboss San who managed to escape from the Min brothers.

He walked into his office, locking the door upon seeing the man, Choi San, who sat patiently in one of the chairs with his raven hair slicked back, a strand falling above his slit eyebrow.

The young man was quite impressive, seeing as he was able to escape getting killed along with his ex-boss, which now made him a target. A bounty was placed on his head, so all the assassins in the underworld were after him once Taemin contacted the Organization, and ever since he's been on the run.

"San, how have you been managing?", the leader asks once shaking hands with him and sitting down in his chair.

"As good as I can. I mean, my head is worth 2 million after all. I'm not throwing any parties", he replies stiffly, his usual brooding demeanor not faltering even now that he's under fire and will probably be dead soon.

Choi San was a simple man, young, but experienced and he's been in this business for a while. He pictured death as a nice gift from this infectious and cruel world. To see his sharp eyes full of fearlessness and strength assured Jimin that he could trust him because he knew where his loyalties lay. That wasn't with a man who killed his entire family just to draw him out of the shadows.

"I understand. You're alive so that means something for now. You had an important position, and if you prove yourself willing, I'd like to take you under my wing", he says while leaning his arms on the desk for comfort, hoping that San would accept the proposal.

The man's slit eyebrow raises with intrigue, "Me? As your underboss I presume?"

With a nod from the silver-haired man, Choi San seems to ponder over that idea before deciding this was his best option for survival and a chance at living again, even if everyone he cared for was gone. He was sure he'd find some purpose in life other than being in the mafia, maybe take his time to stop and smell the corpses before embracing his end. If that ever came.

"I heard about Dong-Wook. How is Ms. Kang doing?"

Jimin almost laughs but then he remembers she had a good business and even personal relationship with Yoongi's father, and following that, with San as well.

So the question didn't come as a surprise, but after all, the fact that he asked with genuine interest and not for the sake of being formal made Jimin think that he liked her like everybody else. Which was good in his case.

"It was rough at first for both of us. But she's a resilient woman. She's managing", he says with a proud smile on his face at the mention of his baby sister.

"I knew she was close with Dong-Wook, and seeing as you were too, I'd like to give you my condolences", San replies and Jimin waves dismissively.

"There's no need for sentiments. What happened is just a part of this life. I'm sure you know that considering what happened with your loved ones. Life goes on and the world keeps spinning."

With a nod of agreement, San figured it best not to dwell on that for too long, or else he'd feel melancholic. Lately, he's been too busy being on the run and watching his back to fully process that his wife had been brutally assaulted and killed along with his parents and cousins. You can imagine the anger he feels that's been suppressed for too long already, and now that he's joined up with Jimin, he has his chance to take this man down once and for all.

"Indeed it does. That's why I'll share this with you. Taemin has a shipment coming in soon. Meth. About a hundred pounds from a foreign ally that specializes in smuggling. Probably where Taemin started as a drug lord", he adds in at the end after a pause, and Jimin mentally takes note of that.

"Do you know where and when?", is the first obvious question he asks, straightening his posture and fixing the tie around his neck as San relaxes into the leather seat and crosses his leg over the other.

"Sometime within the next two weeks. Rumor is the shipment will be in late at night, probably after 7 pm. But we need specifics, which I don't have."

With a small frown etched across his features, it eases and San slightly cocks his head at the male, wondering why he had that knowing look on his face.

"We'll get specifics soon enough. We have Yoongi in our hands now."

San's thin lips curve up, "I guess most of the work is done for us then. He's not one to squeal but I'm sure he'll fold if Runa's in the room."

Jimin chuckles at the revelation, finding that funny, "I guess his weakness for her isn't exactly a secret, huh?"

It was a rhetorical question but San rolls his eyes with amusement as he shrugs his shoulders, "Mr. Min would always talk about the two of them and how disappointed he was when they broke up. Nothing new to me, I've been his underboss for quite some time."

"In that case, you'll make a good addition to the family. I guess I should welcome you formally once this dilemma is solved and business goes as usual."

One short nod and San accepts, "I'd be proud to work for you alongside your sister. My loyalty for the Min's is gone and I'm at your service, boss."

After concluding their alliance with a firm handshake, the leader gestures for him to follow as they exit his office and onto the bottom floor, only accessible by a key that the owner has, meaning himself.

"Where are we going?", the younger male asks as they stand side by side.

"My men are down here preparing to attack as soon as possible. We'll get that information soon but before his shipment comes, we need to find where he's staying and trap him. I don't know how yet, but I think one of Runa's friends might be able to help us."

"Friends?", San asks, already knowing a few possible choices, but he was curious as to who the first person that popped into Jimin's mind was.

"He's supposedly at a fashion event in Paris, he's meant to fly back soon. So we'll see if he'll help us", Jimin adds on, and once the elevator door opens, no more questions are asked as they walk down the hall past a few men holding guns and loading them with cases of bullets.

San is impressed, walking into the large warehouse room, taking a look around at the racks of guns, swords, and knives displayed along the walls. Hundreds of cases of bullets are stacked in an organized fashion, and men walk in and out of the room, moving stashes full of weapons out into the hall to be transported into the trucks waiting outside on the upper level.

"Take what you need, whatever catches your eye."

With a pat on the shoulder, Jimin leaves San in heaven as the male not so subtly skips towards the isle of knives with a gleam in his eyes while one with a green handle and ridges along the blade catches his attention.

"Hello, beautiful", he mumbles, grabbing the knife with a smile on his lips as he tests the blade by slicing the tip across his hand, satisfied to see how easily it penetrates his skin with barely a graze.

He knew that these were most likely weapons manufactured by the Kang's, seeing as weapons were their specialty and he was sure the siblings traded together.

Meaning that the swords on the wall were crafted by the special swordsman from Japan, an old man that the Russian mafia was well acquainted with, and by the signature marked at the end of the blade, that confirmed his assumption.

As a weapons fanatic, someone who thoroughly enjoyed the high position he had, meaning how powerful he was and what lengths he was able to go to, it was heaven seeing this work up close, being able to touch it, smell it, and use it. Kang weapons were top tier, the best of the best and nothing else matches their quality.

It sent a rush down the man's spine and he gave a grateful nod to his new boss as he exited the warehouse with a newfound desire in his heart. Aiding in the killing of Taemin would be fun, and although going up against the man who was the Yakuza leader and the head of the Min crime family was dangerous, he knew that Park Jimin and Kang Runa were a much more sinister force.

"It's weird to see you smile like this", Jimin comments as he side-eyes the man whose shining gaze reflect in the beautifully crafted blade he holds, twisting it in the light above them in the small but cozy elevator.

"It's nice to hold a blade as special as this after so long of settling for less. God, I can't wait to carve somebody up with this baby", he darkly chuckles, just imagining the screams that would send a satisfying rush through his veins.

"Your enthusiasm makes a difference", the leader shakes his head comically at the younger male, finding his twisted behavior both astounding and disturbing.

"Runa doesn't know that you're alive yet, but since you're close to me now, we're going to head to the estate and talk with her before proceeding with the plan", Jimin adds once they walk out into the hall after the elevator stopped.

"Torturing Yoongi right?", San asks for clarification, not wanting to get ahead of himself but he feels satisfied to see his new boss nod while they exit the back way and into a black van pulled up and waiting.

"Of course."

Once the two men are settled in the back, Jimin bangs his fist twice against the vehicle to signal for the driver to leave, and they start moving after a few seconds, the leader making a few calls on the way while the man across from him was busy admiring his new toy.

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Panting and sweaty, Runa slumps against the mat underneath her body as she just finished a few reps of her usual exercises and takes a breather.

"Maybe you shouldn't physically exert yourself too much. You could hurt your shoulder."

Jungkook's nagging makes her look up to see him leaning against the wall in all of his wise and handsome glory, his hair slicked back as perfect as ever to reveal his sculptured face made by the Gods themselves. Oh how good he looked in that leather trench coat, her heart doing flips in her chest when he approaches her and sits on a bench.

"I'm fully healed", she reminds him, getting into a push-up stance once regaining her breath.

"On the outside maybe, but not on the inside. The bullet left a scar, but just because your skin is healed doesn't mean-"

She cuts him off, quietly grunting when she pushes her body weight up, "I don't need a lecture, old man. I'm perfectly fine."

At her snappy tone, he raises a brow and watches her stare ahead in focus while continuing her push-ups, "Are you annoyed with my concern?"

"I don't like it when you nag", she corrects, briefly stopping to give him a sharp look before going back to what she was doing, feeling sweat dripping down her neck and between her breasts that were mushed into a sports bra.

"I'm not nagging, I'm expressing concern", he concludes, and she doesn't argue with him.

It's comfortably silent for a few moments as he watches her, finding it a bit odd that he liked this so much. The sight of her bare face, sweat dripping down her body that made her skin glisten in the dim lighting of the gym, and of course that sweet smell in the air.

A mix of subtle perfume and sweat, which didn't smell bad at all unlike what most people would think. He was fairly close to her and once she got up, standing next to where he sat to grab her water bottle on the bench, he noticed that her sweat didn't smell gross.

At the same time, this was Runa. Even her shit smelt like a garden of flowers. That might be a bit dramatic but you get the idea. It was the pheromones in the air that signaled his body to feel so warm and tingly inside. That's why when she tilted her head back with her eyes closed, gulping down water, he watched with fascination as the drops of sweat rolled down her neck to her chest, and the heat made a few strands of hair stick to the sides of her face.

God, she was so gorgeous and he didn't bother hiding that he was staring at her, more so admiring because he was her number one fan, although no one would ever believe that a man with his background could ever feel so smitten. But he did, and right now, it was pulsing much like the rest of his body was. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd taste like.

Smelling her natural musk was enough to make his brain go into chemical-induced warfare that wrecked his emotions and tortured his body, but to taste her? That was a completely different matter. He'd never had these thoughts before, and even if the feeling was foreign, it never ceased to excite him. He just wanted one lick, up her stomach, between her breasts, right up to the vein popping out the side of her neck-

"I'm so hot", her voice interrupts his train of thought as she fans herself, her scent wafting through the air and he looks down at the floor, closing his eyes and maintaining his composure.

"My arm hurts."

Immediately his head turns in her direction, but before he can scold her for not listening to him, she continues her train of thought.

"I might need help taking off my clothes to shower."

Now that...that caught his immediate attention, no scolding in mind. Her face was emotionless, but there was a certain look in her eyes, a look that told him to agree no matter what and fuck self-control. Still, being the gentleman he was, he ignored his fantasies, pushing them back as far as he could as he stood in his guard-like position, ready to be at her beck and call.

"If you require my assistance, I will respect your boundaries and close my eyes if necessary", he clears his throat, waiting for her to say something.

Once she closed her water bottle, and put it down on the bench, she nodded towards the gym bathroom where shower stalls were located, and he followed behind as she made her way inside. He wasn't sure what to expect from her at this moment, and that made his blood pulse.

It didn't surprise him when they stepped into a cubicle and she started to strip, him turning around with his hands folded behind his back as he waited for her to finish. Jungkook wasn't stupid. He knew her shoulder didn't hurt, and the fact that she was able to get off a sports bra when she was sticky with sweat proved it.

"Get in with me."

He didn't turn around, hearing the shower curtain slide open and closed, and once he waited a few seconds, he turned around to see her silhouette through the thin white barrier. Contemplating if he should do as she says, once the water turns on and he can see her taking out her hair from the bun it was twisted in, he doesn't rush while hanging up his coat, taking off his gloves to put them in the pocket. Once tossing the shirt onto the small ledge outside the stall used to hold towels, which were conveniently placed on the hooks, he takes off his boots and finishes undressing.

As he stepped in the shower behind her, feeling the steam of the hot water soothing his body, he kept his eyes on her face once she turned around and leaned back her head to wet her hair, holding eye contact with him. Stepping closer, he wasn't sure if he should touch her, even if it was just holding her to his chest. But when she realizes that he is waiting for her to make a move, she doesn't hesitate to pull him closer to her so she can bury herself in his body.

"Hold me."

"Yes, boss."

Seeing that she was comfortable, he wrapped his arms around her protectively, enjoying how smooth her skin felt against his own and how intimate the moment was, even if it wasn't sexual. They didn't look at each other's bodies, and their hands didn't roam any place else but neither of them could deny this sensation felt addicting.

After a moment, his hands slid down to her small waist, holding it and rubbing the soft skin with his fingertips, and when her eyes locked with his, his lips met hers in a second and she gasped into his mouth. The kiss was slow, but not gentle. It was passionate, their lips molding together perfectly every second they moved or slightly pulled away to angle their heads in a different position just to get more.

No words needed to be exchanged, it was thrilling enough when he pressed her against the shower wall, water cascading down their heads and bodies, between their mouths that slotted together and tugged with unspoken desire. It was arousing, the heat of both the kiss, the tension, and the air surrounding them. But more than anything, it made her feel special.

Jungkook was not an affectionate or emotional person. He wasn't one to be physical, because touch wasn't something he was used to or wanted. Until recently, he never had a love language, but his was acts of service. Runa was the exception to the rule. Jeon Jungkook used to only be a fighter, but now, she has turned him into the other half, a lover.

She got the best of both worlds. It soothed her soul to have him kiss her, it reassured her that she mattered to him and that whatever she was going through, he'd be by her side. Neither of them loved anyone before this, romantically speaking. So to experience this for the first time with someone who wasn't seeking a relationship, made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Not alone.

Jeon Jungkook wanted her, he wanted to protect her, keep her to himself, and touch her. In recent events, she's barely been holding on much like he's called her out for. There were moments when she could barely breathe, but right now when he towers over her like this with such a strong energy surrounding him, how could she not sink in? Like an abyss that was both hypnotizing and terrifying, something that captivated her, made her fall in.

His hands on her waist reminded her that there was someone in this world who loved her in ways she'd never experience with anyone else. She wanted him to touch her, whether it be her face, her hair, her neck, or further down her stomach, he made her feel alive when she struggled to stay that way. His soft puffs of breath against her lips made her crave more, it made her feel human when she thought she was dead inside.

So when he leans down to kiss her neck, she doesn't even think of fighting back and instead shows how eager she is for him by tilting her head to the side so he'd have better access. Soft moans escaped her mouth, there was no point in hiding them since he seemed to enjoy them as much as she relished in the fluttery sensation swirling in her abdomen when his fingertips traced across the area.

"Jungkook, please", she breathes out, leaning her head against the cold tiles so she could look into his eyes when he pulled away.

"I know, baby", he whispers, a small smile on his face at how much she was enjoying this, how much he enjoyed it, and it was surreal.

She melted against his body when he pressed himself against her and looked down to watch as she started kissing his chest and around his waist, along with the hard muscles lining his stomach that her manicured nails grazed against. A shiver ran up his spine, his lips parting when her tongue slid up to his chest and she maintained eye contact while doing so.

"You still think you can handle me?"