This attraction you have for Yoongi is dangerous.

It's been only a couple weeks since you've met, but now, sitting at the bar while watching him enter with his men? You're convinced that he's the most breathtaking man you've ever laid your eyes on. 

Jimin's sitting next to you, concern in his chestnut eyes as he watches you gaze at Yoongi. If only he knew you weren't looking to observe. You're looking because you genuinely want to look at Min Yoongi.

Somehow, even from across the room, his eyes find yours, and it's like everything goes still for a moment. Fuck fuck fuck he's hot. Shit! You've managed to remain calm under the peers of hot people before (Jungkook and Jimin are prime examples), but with him it's... different. Must you mention dangerous again? You just might. Yeah let's nail that home - falling for your rival is the worst idea on this Earth. Literally. Period. He will get you and all you love killed. If something happened to Jimin, you'd be lost. And as much as you may be mad at him right now, losing Hoseok is a terrible thought. There's two other men you don't want to lose, Taehyung and one on the inside. The person you've been using to find information on Yoongi. If you lost either one of them, it would kill you. Maybe literally.

Yoongi stares at you for a few more seconds before seemingly making his decision. It's like his eyes say 'fuck it' without his mouth needing to. He starts forward, Jimin gulping from besides you. 

"I need another drink," he mumbles. "Bartender!" The man comes over and gives Jimin what he wants just as Yoongi sits down next to you.

"Fancy meeting you here," he says, his voice low and almost sweet. Like a siren's tone.

"It's neutral grounds. We often come here before conducting business," Jimin replies.

"Oh don't be like that, Mr. Park. I'm sure we can get along."

"In your dreams maybe," Jimin says. He turns to peek at Yoongi, leaning forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. "What do you want from us? Make it quick, we have business to get back to."

"Business?" Yoongi asks with raised brows.

"We're on a date, not that it's any of your business." Jimin lies so naturally. It's what makes him a strong member of your team. But not right now. Truthfully, you're a little pissed that he's answering for you. Not because he's protecting you (which melts your heart a little), but because you genuinely want Yoongi to stay. Huh. Never thought you'd see the day you want your biggest enemy to stay and talk, but here you are.

Yoongi laughs, but it's completely humorless. "I'm sorry, a date? Y/n, is this true?"

"You address her as Miss L/n," Jimin says.

Yoongi blinks at Jimin, then turns to you. "Y/n, is this true?" he asks, rolling your name around his tongue as he says it.

"It's not," you say, holding a hand up to signal Jimin to back off. "Can we have a moment alone? Please?"

Jimin's lips turn up into a scowl, his glare narrowing between you and Yoongi. "You can't be serious. A moment alone with him?"

"You're grumpier than me," Yoongi says. In that moment you really thought Jimin would punch him, but he restrains himself, his veins thumping against his neck.

"Are you sure?" Jimin asks you, looking at you and only you, not Yoongi.

"I'm sure," you whisper. "I'll be okay Min. I promise."

He softens at the nickname, even cracking a small smile. "If you're sure. Shout if you need anything, I'm gonna find Tae." He pecks your cheek and hops down.

"See you in a minute," you say to him as he scurries away. Jimin does a cute salute before scanning the room for his best friend. Meanwhile, you turn to face the man who got Jimin so worked up.

"He's in love with you," Yoongi says.

"No shit Sherlock," you say with a snort, taking a sip of your bourbon. You scoff when you pull back. "I think I need something stronger than this if I'm going to get through his questions tonight." When you notice Yoongi's perplexed gaze, you clear your throat. "I know I'm not the first person you'd talk to, but are you okay?"

"I'm... fine. I don't know," he replies with a sigh. "I don't know why, but hearing you talk about Jimin is making me angry."

"Angry? Are you sure it's anger or jealousy?"

"And what would I possibly be jealous of?"

"Our past relationship. Scared you won't have me all to yourself?" you ask with your voice light and high.

"I already do," he says, a smirk threatening to pull up his lips. "Must I remind you that you beckoned your boy toy to leave-"

"Jimin," you interrupt. "I won't have anyone disrespect him. He may be helplessly in love with me, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve respect. He's ranked fourth for a reason. You should watch your mouth before he shows you just how dangerous he truly is."

"So he's fourth. Interesting..."

"And what are you?"

Yoongi laughs, waving the air as if swatting a fly. "I would tell you that, why?"

"Because I'll tell you mine. I already told you Jimin's, that can act as an assurance. Should I give my word too?"

Yoongi purses his lips, his eyes scanning up and down your form. "Hm, no. I think I can trust you with that. Not with anything else, but at least that you'll do what you say." He takes in a deep breath. "I'm second."

Your jaw drops. "You're second? Then who the hell's first?"

"Obviously not you."

"Ha," you blankly reply. "I'm third. Who the hell is first?"

"Is it Hoseok?"

Jung Hoseok. He was your right hand for a reason. He's an amazing front liner, great with extortions and hacking especially. The hacking skills he possesses allowed your mafia to grow so much. You consider Yoongi's words, toying them around in the walls of your mind before shrugging. 

"Maybe, he was my right hand after all. Could it be Namjoon?"

"Highly doubt it. He's more of a diplomat. Maybe Jin..." Your chest gets tighter thinking about the members of his little mafia, but he quickly brings you out of your thoughts. "What about Jungkook?" he asks.

"Assassins normally don't go that high up since they don't have a position of power, they just kill people."

"So how do you think it goes?"

"Hoseok, you, me, Jimin, Jungkook, your two boys, then Taehyung."

"Oh, my two boys are lower than all yours, hm? Even though I'm second? I doubt it." Speaking of ranks, Jungkook walks into sight, your grimace presenting itself on your face.

"Fuck," you grumble as Jungkook sits where Jimin once was.

"Hey doll, miss me?"

"I'll kick your ass, I don't care about neutral grounds anymore," you reply, whipping around to face him. "We were just talking about you, actually; about how you'd be seventh out of eighth in our little ranking system. I think that sounds fair, don't you? At the bottom where you belong."

"Oh please, sweetheart. I know everyone's ranks."

"How the hell do you know everyone's ranks but we don't?" Yoongi asks.

"Simple: Tae and I are... close."

"Let me guess: friends with benefits?" you ask, batting your eyelashes.

"I didn't know being friends with someone classified as friends with benefits, sweetheart. And to answer your question - no. I'm single and looking for a woman," he replies, winking at you. "In case you were wondering."

"Go fuck yourself," Yoongi says. Oh shit, that was kind of hot. By kind of you mean very.

He chuckles, but is otherwise unaffected. "Bold, Mr. Min. I'll give you that. If you're really so desperate, I'll tell you the rankings on the house. Next time you need information, it'll cost you. I'm an assassin, we assassins are borderline neutral. You think I don't know almost every damn detail about you?" He clicks his tongue and makes a 'tsk' noise. "How naïve. For your information, it goes Hoseok, Yoongi, princess, Jimin, me, Jin, Namjoon, then Taehyung."

"Hoseok... is really first?" Yoongi whispers.

Jungkook hums. "Hoseok is more powerful than you give him credit for. I don't think you've seen the true power he holds." You gulp but don't reply, choosing to instead shift your gaze to Yoongi. He matches it, the two of you staring at each other for a few moments longer than you need to.

Jungkook peeps between you and Yoongi and chortles. "So, let me guess: you called off the assassination because you want to fuck her. I can't blame you, she's pretty hot, I'd fuck her too, but Jesus have some dignity - she's your rival." You go still, as does Yoongi. You peer at Jungkook, then slowly turn to face Yoongi with the deadliest glare you've ever given anyone.

"Excuse me?" you say so lowly your throat burns after the words leave your lips.

"I have no idea what he's talking about," Yoongi replies.

"Jungkook may be a nuisance, but he doesn't lie."

Jungkook beams, clapping his hands together. "Agreed."

"Listen, I only did it because I was scared of what might happen if we kept talking," Yoongi says.

"And what were you scared of? Me finding out you tried to fucking kill me?!" Your yell catches the attention of the bartender, who comes over and throws his rag over his shoulder.

Jimin comes bumbling over as well, placing a hand on your shoulder and glaring at Jungkook. "What did you do?" he says, referring to the youngest of the group.

Jungkook laughs, his eyes wide. "Me? Mr. Park, I'm a little offended that you think I cause everything. It's not my fault Mr. Min called a hit on princess here."

"Don't you dare fucking call her that," Jimin says, grabbing your hand. "Come on, let's go." You remain frozen in that spot as the bartender clears his throat.

"Don't cause a ruckus in my house. Take it outside."

You glance at the bartender, then back at Yoongi. "Shall we take this outside, Mr. Min?"

"Technically still neutral grounds, right?" Yoongi asks.

"Right..."

Your right hand's eyes bulge out of his sockets. "Okay, now you've gone insane. No way in hell am I letting you go alone-"

"Jimin!" His body stiffens. "I'm your boss. I make those decisions in case you forgot." His hands tremble, him taking a step back but still keeping a strong grip on you.

"But Y-Y/n, I just..."

"I'll be fine. You're not my babysitter, you're my subordinate. Act like one." Tears fill his eyes as he drops your hand and sniffles. "Trust me."

He shakes you off. "You know I can't ever do that." When he sees that you're not backing down, he finally retreats. "Please just... be safe."

"I always am." 

Although he clearly doesn't want to, he comes forward and pecks your cheek like he's supposed to. After that, he gives you the proper space you need, as does Jungkook. The assassin has a stupid smirk on his face while he saunters over to Jimin and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Jimin knocks the arm away and pushes Jungkook back. Before you can see it get any messier, you roll your eyes and grab Yoongi's hand, pulling him to the back door. What awaits you is one of the most heated arguments you've ever had in your life...