Author's POV

"Jin, get the fuck up, already!" Yoongi exclaimed in a rush as he struggled with his expensive new tie that was made out of a butter like material that physically resisted shaping into the form of anything similar to a tie.

The latter was in his own presidential suite, provided separately to each member of the team. As you would guess, the room was classy, elegantly molding with the fusion of vintage and modernity. Cologne of fresh jasmine sat in the room, adding to the luxurious feel of the room. White walls, cream curtains, velvet beige sofas resided in one part of the suite, while the other held oversized carpets. There was a wall-sized glass window facing the private pool at a distance of a door with a fluffy California bed to compliment it all.

Yoongi's room was once filled with the muffled sounds of the city outside, along with the pouring rain which seemed to work as a soothing mechanism on both the males, however the silence was broken down with heavy groans.

Jin's head rose up from the tangled sheets as his body was sprawled, messy with eyes half open, hair as organized as a month-old nest, and his hoodie and sweatbands all creased.

The latter had walked into the elder's room a couple hours ago without any explanation and jumped on his bed, startling the man who was solely invested in his book, trying his best to avert his mind from all the stress he'd been going through the week.

He sat up unsteadily and a frown flashed towards the mirror right at Yoongi. "I...ran the picture under image search...couldn't find shit," he groggily yawned. "Then spent an hour trying to find their names. Nothing."

Yoongi sighed as he took a glimpse of Jin's state. His hands tightly clawed his hair as he stared down at his lap in silence, but the pain screamed out of him. With an aching heart and stubborn tie finally around his neck, he walked towards the bed and slumped down with a subtle bounce.

He crawled a little backwards before bringing both his hands around the curled-up human, sharing his body heat in a tight hug.

"Get your dirty hands off me, asshole", a venomous growl reached Yoongi's ears, only making him hug the man tighter, while keeping his chin on his shoulders. But the threat meant nothing more than a mooing cow to Yoongi.

"I told you I would look into them, personally."

"I know...but I just-" he sighed, "had to look into it myself. I couldn't leave it to anyone else."

His composure now better than before, yet the dressed-up man kept hugging him while the other simply stayed there and...let him for reasons only known to him.

"I get it. I know how hard you-'" He tried to soothingly console the other.

"Stop talking to me like I'm a child!" Jin groaned yet his lips shut when a harsh glare came his way.

"Act like a child and I'm going to treat you like one," making the other roll his eyes.

"Jin, I know this is difficult to take in. But the best thing you can do right now, is man the fuck up, do what is needed! Which is gathering associates to help you. "

"The last thing I want to do is deal with people, Yoongi," he whined as his body thumped backwards, lying down again.

"But you're dealing with me aren't you?" His eyebrows raised.

"You're a cockroach," Jin shrugged. "I can bear with you, but if you start flying too much I'll have to slap you down too" He nodded nonchalantly.

"Says the man who fell down and hit his fucking head when he saw lizard on his window." Yoongi flashed a mocking grin as he got up.

"That was once!" Jin corrected, sitting right back up.

Taking the opportunity Yoongi grabbed the younger by the ear, roughly dragging him out of bed.

"Alright, mister, time to wipe that drool off~~" A scream came out in response.

"Let go off me, I'm a fucking judge! I could sew you for assault-"

"And I'm a hotshot lawyer, what about it?" Yoongi threw that latter on the floor like a pile of trash before kicking him in the ass.

"Get up before I change you right here." An icy glare shot out of Jin like a dart but Yoongi avoided it with a mischievous smirk.

"I dare you," Jin growled.

"Or I could just call Namjoon. I'm sure he'd happily-" He didn't even complete the sentence before his door was slammed shut and all the chaotic energy had vanished.

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The two agents were one of the last few people to step into the Moriarty mansion. To Yoongi's surprise, the place wasn't as packed as expected. But again, it was only a gathering of the family's most trusted people, or associates they wanted to make business plans with.

Being the renowned duo these two humans are, they didn't fail to start a circuit of whispers going around upon their arrival.

'Julian and Agust D'

Though the two were known for their skills on their own, people got more intrigued when they heard the two names together. Because when they came side by side...God forbid whoever was their target would not only get killed but have their name stained for an eternity.

Let's just say, Jin liked blood and Yoongi loved watching chaos unfold.

Seokjin had transformed into something completely opposite from earlier in the evening. Instead of a hoodie, his body was covered with 2 buttoned suit, exposing his chest along with the multiple thin silver chains glistening along his skin. It seemed like the man had to rush, judging from the fact that he didn't wear anything underneath the jacket. Instead of sweat pants, tight leather pants wrapped themselves around his thick ass and firm thighs and long Chelsea boots to accentuate his height, secretly to mock Yoongi. To add to the bad boy's messy look, his long forest of hair was down and wavy, covering his eyes and contrasting with the milk skin and blood red lips. Even if it was a rough and messy outfit, Kim Seokjin always managed to turn heads his way.

In opposition to Jin's look, Yoongi appeared handsome in his own manner. The man wore his most expensive black checked Armani suit. A double breasted coat that hugged his figure tightly. His silk tie was neatly tugged by the waist coat that he wore underneath, following the same pattern of the coat. All of his piercings that had been left empty throughout the entire week had now been filled with shiny silver accessories. Being that it wasn't that much of a formal event and he wouldn't get sued for looking like a gangster, the tattoos around his neck weren't concealed with any sort of foundation anymore, instead they simply added to the mafia boss look he was aiming for.

Entering the mansion, Yoongi quickly spotted the few people he needed to talk to in order to start assembling a team that would help the duo get what they wanted. Jin on the other hand, simply planned on ignoring every soul that was currently welcoming him back to the family and congratulating him on successfully finishing his mission.

With a masked expression and cold eyes that didn't even glance at anyone, he passed by everyone that came towards his direction. However, his pupils kept wandering around the vast hall, almost as if he was trying to find something. But it was a someone his eyes yearned for. Without even realising his head kept turning in every direction trying to locate that one person. He didn't know what he was looking for, yet, his mind and heart did.

Not caring where he was headed, the man landed in front of the large table that was filled with a substantial variety of drinks and appetizers. It was surrounded with people that carried a crystal glass filled with sorts of exotic liquor, conversing about deals, business, plans, just your usual boring stuff.

Seokjin let out a silent sigh as he picked up a glass of vintage wine from the passing by waiter's tray. He had been to many events like these before his hiatus. It was just a boring reunion with the same old people, discussing the same old things, revenge, money, and drugs. How do you expect the poor judge to not roll his eyes over that.

Just as he was taking another sip of his blood red wine, his eyes finally collided against the presence that popped out of a random corridor from the far distance. And for a split second, maybe, just maybe, his eyes lit up at the sight.

It was Kim Namjoon that appeared on the radar.

Seokjin couldn't help but let his eyes run over the figure of the male, somehow wanting to take everything in. Namjoon's outfit was surprisingly simple but oddly attractive, as if gradually pulling you towards itself. The man wore a classic black suit jacket along with tight black leather pants. His fitted turtleneck underneath accented his chest, making the fabric desperately grab onto it whenever he extended his arms to handshake someone. But the newest feature of the man was his now silver hair that had been gelled backwards except that one strand that hovered on his right eye.

The person who used to once call this magnificent man utterly hideous was now the same man...unknowingly checking him out without Namjoon even noticing. No matter how much Seokjin internally yelled at himself to take his gawking gaze off the silver head's plump chest, they begged to not let go. Every jiggle they made whenever Namjoon would confidently walk across the hall, was noticed by the now prying eyes of Seokjin.

He didn't know whether it was the effect of the many glasses of wine he gulped down without realising, or he was just that bored, Seokjin decided to place his glass down on the table behind before attempting to walk towards Namjoon.

"Oh Julian, there you are! We were just talking about you, actually." An annoyingly enthusiastic voice chimed out, pausing Seokjin on his steps. He glanced to his side to see Jinyoung standing next to a tall Italian-looking man that he seemed to recognize him.

"Julian", the man greeted in a deep professional manner.

"Andrew," Seokjin spoke back. Andrew Moriarty, the head of the family and the owner of this mansion. Seokjin knew he couldn't get out of this one so easily.

"Seokjin has been an absolutely excellent team mate even after his long hiatus," Jinyoung complimented as he kept his hand on the man's back.

Seokjin would have immediately jerked and moved away from the contact if it weren't for his eyes clashing against Namjoon's

What seemed like glares, zoomed towards Seokjin in a speed of light, making him tweak his brow at the action. All of a sudden, Namjoon's eyes were specifically focused on Jinyoung's hand that didn't bother moving away from Jin's back. A sinister glint flashed through Jin's eyes as an idea dinged inside his head. Since the male made him search for him for God knows how long and was JUST somehow making him act like a different person, he had to pay. He had to pay for messing up the order inside Seokjin's head by replacing himself with it without knowing.

So placing his hand on Jinyoung's shoulder, he looked the man right in the eye. Knowing Seokjin, he never maintained eye contact for more than 3 seconds with anyone he wasn't interested in, he just didn't know anyone was worth looking at for so long. Hence, his actions only...fueled the fire that was boiling to its brim inside Namjoon's head.

Seokjin could feel the prominent daggers being gazed upon him, but that only resulted in him getting a little closer to Jinyoung, being oddly nice, touchy, and almost flirty. The agent almost reflected the high amount of cringe he was feeling internally throughout this entire process, on his face. However, all of this came to an end when a loud clash echo

Though he had to admit, the jealous expression that Namjoon made, only made Seokjin want to go the extra mile.

Seokjin along with everyone turned their heads to look at the far corner of the area to see a crashed Yoongi on the floor with tiny glass shards either all over him or surrounding him.

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After greeting everyone Yoongi thought to be beneficial, he decided that he'd give himself a short alcohol break and casually check through his home security. Well, he knew he lived in one of the safest apartments in the city, but considering how many enemies he'd made over his career, it wouldn't harm checking the security cameras outside and inside his apartment.

The man had hidden himself in the very far corner of the hall, making sure that no one would spot him for a while or even notice his disappearance. Tentatively sipping his expensive champagne he clicked the footage of a couple days before, on his phone.

He zoomed through all of them, looking over the footage of days and days. He knew that if something was significantly odd, his phone would get a loud alert, alarming him that there was unusual activity happening in his house. But for his sub-consious's sake, he decided he could never be too careful.

Everything seemed fine until he looked over the camera activity of the day that he was on the mission, specifically at night. Yoongi finished his drink as the footage of all the cameras kept rolling at 2x the speed. However, something caught Yoongi's observant eyes. He wasn't sure if his eyes were still his friends, but he might have caught something similar to a shadow, appearing at the edge of the footage of his bedroom. But there was no sign of anything like that ever appearing again.

Yoongi bit his lips as he rewinds the footage at a slower speed now. As soon as he noticed something dark, he paused it and then skipped one frame, not seeing that figure-like darkness anymore. His eyebrows sprang up as he realised what had happened. Someone hacked into his digital lock, entered his security system and managed to delete the frames whenever that person was present.

But the most shocking thing was the fact that this person was easily able to infiltrate Yoongi's digital security. The agent had the most secure and hard code to decipher into. Yoongi's head tilted as he wandered just how much of a pro this person had to be. Because, he made sure that in any case if someone tried to even mess with his code, the system would shut down instantly, reporting to the police and himself.

Swiping out of the app, Yoongi immediately clicked on the contact icon. He decided that he would call someone he highly trusted and send them to his house in order to see if the security system could still detect threats and alarm them. However, he didn't want the person to know why they were going there, he just didn't want to cause any worry.

That's why, his fingers stumbled upon a familiar user ID '💛~Jimin~💛. His lips twitched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled before he mustered up the courage and tapped on the call symbol.

The ringing only repeated twice before the other line had finally picked.

"Hello?" A gentle voice rang from the other side, swiping away the cat-eyed man's breath. God, did he miss his honey-smooth voice.

Letting out a silent scream with gay-panic fuming inside, Yoongi cleared his throat, "Hi, Jimin-sii. Am I disturbing you?" He asked, perhaps he had interrupted the older person in his alone time. He knew how much introverts hate being called or separated from their precious 'me' time.

"Not at all. How can I not have time when it's you calling?" The older asked cheekily, creating a warm shade of blush on the short macho man.

"I-I'm flattered. But I called for a favour..."

"Your wish is my command." It seemed like the older male was in a very good mood today. And the mere thought made Yoongi grin like an idiot.

"I may...have forgotten to water my plants before leaving my house. Is it possible that you could go to my apartment and check up on all of them?" His voice was innocent and tone was pure. The fact that Park Jimin might be stepping into his house further exhilarated his heart.

"Plants? I'm already on my way." A giggle left Yoongi's mouth in response, but that didn't stop him from being self-conscious about his house and overthinking.

'Fuck, he actually agreed. Jimin's going to be in my house. Park Jimin. Shit, did I even clean? The books have been piling up, what if he slips on one of them and-'

"Yoongi-sii?"

The said male snapped out of his overbearing thought before hurriedly apologising for spacing out. "Huh? Oh- Sorry, I just- Are you sure you don't mind?" He breathed out, with concern.

"Why would I? I'm always happy to help you."

Fuck this guy, how did he even the audacity to make Yoongi's heart skip a beat from a thousands of miles away? And with only a few words as well?

"I was actually going to be in the area anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a problem," he explained.

"Ah..I see."

"Now if you don't mind, I'll be heading off. See you soon, Yoongi-sii" With a quick chime the phone was cut off.

However, it wasn't a smile which resided upon the cat-eyed man's face. His eyebrows were left furrowed, forehead wrinkled, lips slightly parted, and eyes darting all around, frequently blinking.

He...he didn't tell him his address nor his apartment number.

As his eyes slowly widened, he chewed his lips as thoughts of all sorts approached his head. Being so lost in thought, he hadn't realised when his feet started pacing around in anxiety, resulting in a huge upcoming accident...

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Seokjin's eyebrows tightened as his body jerked towards the injured man as a reflex. But the thing was Yoongi hadn't even realised that he had crashed into a waiter with many glasses of liquor, or that he was on the floor with an overly expensive suit completely ruined. Seokjin could see even from that far distance the confusion and absolute suspicion in the order's eyes about something that was most definitely not related to this party.

Before the friend could even reach the wounded man, Namjoon being right there, internally groaned remembering that he promised Jimin to look after his man. Hence here he was carefully picking Yoongi from the floor by grabbing his hand and brushing off any tiny pricks of glass, it's not like he could get hurt.

Once Yoongi felt the gaze of the entire room upon him, along with the cold hands of Namjoon against his arms, his mind immediately snapped out of the whatever delirium it was once in, and quickly got up while dusting off everything. He initially apologised to the waiter who was panicking and absolutely trembling in fear of losing her job, but Yoongi assured that she wasn't the one at fault.

"Are you even in the fucking room, or did you leave your brain in the hotel?" Jin snapped at him as he approached the two,

Yoongi, with raised eyebrows, looked at Seokjin, slightly surprised that the male even cared to approach him in such a situation. "No just something-"

"Whatever," he cut him off, "you need to be patched up," Jin informed, reaching for Yoongi's arms upon seeing the traces of bright crimson blood. Yet it was all interrupted when Namjoon pulled the bleeding man towards him by the back collar of his coat, nearly choking Yoongi in the process.

"No worries, I'll help him with that," a tight smile made its way out. Seokjin could only tilt his head before an appalled Yoongi was forced into a nearby corridor which he hoped would lead to the restroom.

Seokjin eyed the two as they disappeared, his jaw clenched upon the sight...his best friend being handled by someone that was not him. But surprisingly, that wasn't what spiked his fury.

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Yoongi rested on the sink of an overly extravagant and pristin bathroom that was practically covered in gold. But that wasn't something that would distract Yoongi from the inner turmoil spiraled within his head.

Realistically, how could he not think about the fact that Jimin, Park fucking Jimin knew where he lived and might actually have been stalking someone like him. As scary as the situation sounded, a part of Yoongi couldn't help but feel butterflies flooding his stomach, dancing around each crevice. Thinking about it, how would you feel knowing that your crush might be doing such a thing?

Namjoon, with dull eyes and a reluctant soul, roughly dabbed the ointment against the human's skin, earning a harsh hiss.

"Jeez, be gentle, damnit." This outh to bring back Yoongi from his Lalaland. But made Namjoon press the cotton harder onto his cut.

"Be grateful I'm even helping you to begin with," he scolded me with a scowl.

"Why are you helping me?" The cat-eyed man questioned with a raised eyebrow.

A loud sigh was heard as Namjoon began patching up the biggest cuts. "The guy, you have a huge crush on, threatened to cut off my dick if I didn't make sure you don't get any boo boos." The devil revealed in a sickeningly sweet voice.

A warm feeling wrapped around Yoongi's chest as his face started growing a hue of red, bringing his head downwards. Knowing that this man was supposedly stalking him, it was surprising that Yoongi was still shamelessly smiling at the fact he was caring.

"I wonder what kind of pussies you two are that you still haven't even confessed to each other," the other muttered as he closed the first aid kit.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck at the comment, he had his reasons.

"Speaking of Jimin, how many people...has he dated before?" He questioned out of the blue, surprising himself. Where did that come from?

A sly smirk crept across Namjoon's face as he turned around to mischievously look at the man with his arms now crossed. "Why, you want to stalk his exes?"

Yoongi could only shrug. Just because he was being stalked didn't mean that he was going to be the cliché innocent love interest in his own story.

"Well, good for you, that psychopath has actually never dated before." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe that a man like him just hooks up?"

Yoongi's lips threatened to twitch upwards, but he controlled himself. He had a new discovery, yet that didn't mean he wouldn't be checking over everyone that was even likely to have a crush on the handsome psychologist.

"Anyways, my job's done here. So I'll be taking off." The Devil placed back the kit to it's designated place. The smaller male's eyes focused on the man in front of him that was about to leave uncaringly.

"Wait, I have another question."

Namjoon groaned, turning around, "What now? Why the fuck am I suppose to be the one quenching your undying thirst for PaRK jImIn" He complained in a mockingly high-pitched voice.

"Because you're the closest thing to a friend that he has," Yoongi revealed bitterly. "Trust me I don't want to be asking you either."

A roll of eyes flashed, "shoot."

Yoongi led out a long breath before asking his risky question. "Jimin seems like, you know, a really nice guy. But is there anything I need to...watch out for?" He was being careful, knowing Namjoon wouldn't reveal much about a man that was his best friend. But he had to shoot his shot, either way.

A dark chuckle echoed around the bathroom, as Namjoon locked his eyes with Yoongi. "Jimin is a very passionate person. Once he sets his eyes over a new puzzle, he makes sure that figures out everything about it, from the outside till its core," he explained via a metaphor. "He may seem the most charming and innocent man out there. But all I can say is that he's a...wolf in sheep's clothing."

That was enough, more than enough, to absolutely heightened the interest inside Yoongi. The man had already forgotten everything about Jimin knowing his whereabouts. Fuck it, if he knew what he was getting into, he would completely let his guards down and maybe even keep his doors open at night...?

Yoongi hadn't realised that Namjoon had already walked out of the bathroom after the many minutes of silence. His attention completely deviated by the new discovery that matched too many revelations today...may have tightened his pants.

"God, I'm such a freak," he muttered under his breath with a disappointed sigh as his fingers pinched his nose bridge. 

Bounjour- AT THIS RATE I HOPE YALL ARE USED TO UPDATES ONCE IN A COUPLE MONTHS- 

To be fair I had exams which I busted my ass over for months so- Forgive me pls 🥺🥺🥺

But am I the only one who is really excited for the Yoonmin plot????

Other than that thx for reading and pls commentttt!!!!!