The crimson romper hangs off your body while you peek around the greenhouse. Your personal favorite part of your world. It's one of the very few neutral grounds the underworld has. Various hotels and restaurants are also used as neutral grounds, but this is the only place that feels real. 

Being the leader of your organization has proved difficult to say the least. It's not exactly the kind of thing that's respectable to most of the world. Fear is the only thing keeping you in business. Extortions, anything drug-related, robberies, grand theft autos... all crimes you've committed. Both personally and orders you've given out. The only good news about being in charge is you're the most feared of all. You're rank three out of the main eight powers; the only problem is you don't know who two and one are. You'd kill to find out.

However, those ranks don't matter right now. You came to the greenhouse to find peace, not more turmoil. Now you're here, looking at the gigantic greenhouse that's honestly more like its own indoor environment. It's not the average greenhouse: the ceiling is higher than Jimin's IQ, the floor is wider than his ass, and there's so many plants in here that if you start counting, it might equal the amount of times you and him have had sex. Might is the key word.

Speak of the devil, Jimin walks over to the bridge you're standing on and stops once he's next to you. It's silent for a few moments, neither of you knowing what to say. Then, he breaks the silence, starting his speech with a huff. "What you asked is done. Mr. Jung is in your office for whenever you're ready to see him."

"I'll need a few minutes," you whisper, keeping your eyes on the plants below you.

He goes to nod, then stops halfway. "I'm sorry." That's what makes you turn your head to look at him.

"For?"

"For being an asshole."

"I thought you said I liked that once."

He dryly chuckles, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. You were right. You're my boss, I take orders from you and you only. I'm sorry."

"Jimin, the only reason you're alive is because I already forgave you." He softens his expression, even cracking a small smile that you're quick to return. "Now go. Keep Hoseok company until I arrive."

"Yes ma'am, but I have to tell you something."

"Is everything okay?"

"No, not really. Members of Unmei are here, I think even their boss."

Your eyes slightly widen, but only slightly. "I'll be okay. It's neutral grounds. They know the rules, and so do I." 

It's been two days since your meeting with Mr. Min. Today is the day you meet with Hoseok and put him in his place. He's been hopping around a lot, doing grand theft autos with his team, but now he's finally coming back to the complex to talk to you as you requested. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Jimin should be your right hand.

"It's not that I'm worried about," he says. He sighs, running a hand through his hair before stepping closer. "Y/n, there's two things I wouldn't do for you, I hope you know that."

You frown, your eyes tilting downwards. "You shouldn't say that."

"But I want to. If he so much as puts a hand on you, tell me and I'll kick his ass. I don't care what the rules say, I'll do it on neutral grounds."

"Jimin..."

He places his hand over yours on the railing of the bridge. "Do not let him hurt you," he says in a plea. "We've been at this too long to let it go now. I know we've had our differences, but I care. Please..."

You bite your cheek and give him what you hope is a reassuring gaze. "I'll do what I can. Do... do you trust me?"

He keeps his soft smile. "I have no fucking idea."

You return his gesture and pat him on the shoulder, "Now go to Hoseok. Keep him company. He'll need it." Jimin pecks your cheek as he's known to do before nodding, spinning around and trotting away.

You watch him go with a worried look in your eyes. He scares you sometimes. Not because he's ranked fourth out of eight, but because he's so passionate that he's most likely going to get himself killed protecting you. That and you know his past. Actually, you're probably the only one who does. He's only in the mafia because the one thing he cared about is gone. If only you could bring her back...

You sigh and force your eyes away from him to instead look out at the scenery. It's beautiful today, that's for sure. Some peace and quiet at last. This is just what you need-

"Isn't dating an underboss considered improper?" a male voice says. You go still, slowly turning in the opposite direction to see your rival standing there. A flash of hatred burns up inside you, but you force it down to give him a tight smile.

"Mr. Park and I broke up six months ago. I decided being single is the better option." Yoongi strides over, stopping once he hits the bridge. He's careful not to come too close. Something you observe is that he's unarmed and completely alone, no guards in sight.

"Is this the part where you kill me and drag my body into a bush?" he asks in an almost amused voice.

"Something tells me you'd be fine with that," you decide to reply with equal amusement. Despite your differences and hatred for each other, you still respect him. He's your largest rival for a reason: he's scary. Not to you, but to many, many others he might be the scariest man on the planet. He's big on the extortion game, apparently. His men go to various businesses and scare them into giving massive amounts of money. At this point, he probably has half the city under his finger. Maybe more than half.

He experiments, taking a few steps closer until he's right next to you. "I didn't think I'd find you here," Yoongi says, placing both his hands on the railing and looking out at the sights below.

"Isn't it funny?" you whisper while scanning over the nature. "The Underworld is beyond fucked up, but it still has this. One of the most beautiful greenhouses in the world. Right here under our fingertips, my fingertips." You pause so you can dryly chuckle. "I just find that odd. I don't know why."

Yoongi doesn't reply, he only dips his head and doesn't change his gaze. For a good thirty seconds, it's quiet. Not too much to say, really. He seems to be enjoying the peace while you're allowing him to enjoy it with you. Then, he lets out a small breath. 

"Your right hand is Jung Hoseok, right?" he asks. How the hell does he know that? If he didn't even know your name, how does he know your right hand's name?

"That's correct," you reply. You don't really care if there's history there. Hoseok never mentioned anything about Yoongi. No, you got Yoongi's information from elsewhere. Seems like there's still a code of respect between them. You can admire that.

He breathes out a small huff while you eye him. On the outside looking in, it'd look like you're staring at him with concern. However, the least of your concerns are Min Yoongi. You have a lot more on your plate. 

"Thank you," he whispers before turning and beginning to walk away. For some reason, you can't help yourself.

"I come here every Wednesday," you say. "This time. Like clockwork." He slows to a stop, his back facing you. There's a few moments of silence before you just barely make out him nodding, then, he leaves. Your heart is pounding now that he's gone. What the hell is getting into you?

Who is this man, and why are you dangerously attracted to him?