Everything happened so quickly, meaning the death of the city's biggest crime boss and his daughter's rise to power, it was obvious that questions would be raised as to why everything fell apart and how Runa and a select few remained unscathed, even when they were the ones that would most likely be taken out first due to their positions and who they were.

That called for a meeting between the living Kang heir and the head of the Min crime family, Yoongi's father. You can imagine the questions raised by their allies, which she would soon put to rest. After that night, most things were already organized due to Jimin and Runa's thorough planning two weeks before the event.

She was quite impressed with herself, that she had put on such a good act and fooled everyone. That she grieved for her father but stayed strong so none of their enemies would see the weakness and take his death as an opportunity to attack them. Speaking of, The Yakuza had been awfully quiet, and both siblings knew that something was brewing.

Dori Sakurada not turning up to an important event such as the annual gala? Yeah, let's just say they were on their guard and using all the resources they had to try and find Dori and this guy he's working with. During the chaos, Jimin decided to make his presence known, meaning that he was no longer protecting his identity and presented his alliance with Runa, although their relationship was kept secret.

No one questioned the man, since everyone knew who he was, and they figured that after the fall of their leader, it was good another mafia boss, an ally, was in town to pick up the pieces. From what the Min family knew, Jimin was a close friend of Runa and came to the city looking to expand his empire, so no one looked into their alliance and why all of a sudden, the assassin had magically been found and killed.

Once Runa met with the other captains from the Min family, she explained that although the shooter had killed her father, it was smarter to keep the execution private so it wouldn't cause any more distress and draw attention. Luckily, since she had the power and influence, they never questioned the reasoning behind this and moved on as they always did. Although Kang Min-Su's assassination was something that would go down in history, not too many people were concerned about personal feelings towards it.

They were lucky that most of them didn't attend the gala and that their boss, Mr. Min, and the Min family were alive to pay them. That was their number one concern, so once they realized that the captains and gang leaders of the Kang crime family had been replaced with foreign men given by her ally, they weren't too concerned with further investigating or asking questions about what happened that night.

A shooter found out about the event and figured it was his way in to cause trouble between the families and get in the headlines of the newspapers, that was the most logical explanation she gave and they fell in line.

Even if it was true, the event was covered up and the cops didn't go sniffing around in the mafia's business if they knew what was good for them. It was funny to her, how this assassin caused such chaos and unbeknownst to the rest of them, her ally and brother had orchestrated it and the killer himself stood by her side as he listened to the captains discuss what happened.

The Min family had some casualties when the gangs started fighting, and as a sign of good faith, Runa found it best to give some of her men to Yoongi's father, and now she sat in front of the man with her bodyguard standing next to the door. His thick black glasses rested atop his nose, a feature his son took, and those same cat eyes that were also shared with the heir. Mr. Min was a prize much like his son was, both physically and in other aspects as well.

Runa had always liked the man and enjoyed their small talks whenever she'd tag along with her father to meetings and would see their closest ally, along with his wife and their devilish little bastard of a son, her ex. Seeing as not many knew about the true nature of their relationship, Mr. Min was always disappointed things broke off between the two.

He liked the young woman, she was not only beautiful but smarter than most and that was admirable in their profession. She was the best of the best and to see his son lose such a woman(due to reasons unbeknownst to him) felt like a tragic loss. If they were to get married, hypothetically of course, joining the two biggest powers in the city if not the world, would be a clever move to increase profits, shares, and gain access to more territory.

If the Min and Kang heirs were together, they'd be a force no one could stop. Nothing would be able to stand in the way of them if they were tied legally, making it all the more real that they'd be the most powerful people and in short, the richest families to exist.

Imagine Mr. Min's discontent when he found out the two were no longer together. It was a dream for him to see his son marry the woman he'd always loved because the boy's feelings were so painfully clear it was blinding. Yoongi was the son he's always wanted. A good example, the golden child, the best anyone could ask for.

The Min family was a true family, something you wouldn't see often in the mafia world. Mrs. Min used to be an assassin when she first met her husband all those years ago. The two fell in love and as soon as he took the throne after his father's passing, Yoongi was born and their love only grew. Everyone admired the Min family, because not only were they picture-perfect, but they also had a love that was rare, much like the love Yoongi had for the Kang heir.

Mr. Min had always wanted that for Yoongi because as a man who's been in the business all of his life, he knows how important a lifetime partnership is. It's saved him from the mistakes of the past, it's made him a better man, and so his secrets were forgotten and brushed under the rug. Yoongi's father had a dark side no one knew about, and much like Kang Min-Su, his reign would be coming to an end.

The Min heir heard what his father had done and even now as he sits and listens to Runa discuss business in Long Island, specifically involving the oil companies that the Kang family had already gained control of and made billions off of, deep inside, Yoongi suffered from the betrayal of his shared blood. Father, what have you done to us?

Once the meeting was concluded, San, the underboss, and Mr. Min shook hands with the head of the Kang family. With a respectful nod towards the white-haired male, she left alongside her bodyguard and business continued. As Jungkook drives outside of the city to the estate, he glances over at the woman who hums quietly while gazing out the window.

Kang Runa was truly remarkable because even amongst all of the meetings and events she's had to be a part of now that she's the head of the family, she remained unbothered and as strong as steel. Never once has she complained that this was tiring because she was realistic and knew what this job entailed. In just a brief amount of time, she had gotten so much organized and completed, things her father left undone along with other responsibilities she had to take care of now that he was gone.

The two didn't talk too much about that night, but he knew sometimes when she'd look at him, she was proud. It might sound silly considering he was older than her, much more experienced and skilled in other areas due to his background, but it made him feel some type of way he couldn't quite explain. She appreciated him and the risk he took that night, even though everything went off without a hitch, killing her father was an act of treason and yet he did it and remained unbothered.

To anyone else, Kang Min-Su's death only held significance because of the power he had. But to her, it was much more than that. Her horrible father, her mother's murderer was gone. Jungkook pulled the trigger, no morals to hold him back, because he knew why he was doing it.

He killed her father without question, and afterward was there alongside her, helping her every step of the way. She didn't have to worry about a single thing, and for the first time in her life, she truly felt free. Free from her father and his torture, free from anything that held her back. His death empowered her emotionally as well as everything else. Her mother's murderer had no chance of hurting her anymore and now that he was gone, she was more than grateful that she took the reins.

What Jungkook had done for her made her fall even harder for him, basically to where she was drowning in the depths of hell with love and admiration for the man. It's silly to feel this way. But what can she do? He saved her life, he saved her from pain, and now she sat on the throne because he killed for her. He fulfilled his promise.

Runa had wanted her father dead for so long, and now the weight of the world was off her shoulders, being lifted by the hands of her protector. Her feelings developed so suddenly, but like everything else, she got used to this odd feeling of love or what seemed to be. She compared it to how she felt with Yoongi because she doubted she was able to love anyone like that.

Once she realized that the relationship she had with Yoongi was very different and solely based on lust, what she wants with Jungkook is permanence. She was deep in thought about it for at least an hour each day, trying to decipher what her heart was saying and why exactly she fell for a man who seemed heartless.

Even so, that night had made her feel a bit suspicious of him, or more so doubtful. Was he just a tease or did he truly feel so protective and jealous that he went to such lengths to anger her to get attention? Did he want her in the ways she wanted him or was she going too fast and thinking too much into it?

Runa was never one to doubt herself, and whether or not she'd like to admit it, Jungkook was becoming quite unpredictable these days. He was open with her on all fronts as opposed to how things were before, where he wanted everything to be strictly business. Now it seemed that business and personal feelings were jumbled into a knot that was hard to untangle. Much like the way he held her in his arms when she needed it but never asked for it, or when she'd catch his gaze that lingered, or even from how close he'd stay by her side.

It made her feel so giddy and stupid at the same time. How he'd intentionally say certain things to fluster her, and then act nonchalant about it. He was starting to do that a lot and she wasn't sure if it was interest or comfortability. She tried her hardest to read him and often asked herself why he acted out of character.

Of course, he was still cold and a bit cruel, that would never change. But his eyes are different in some way that's hard to explain. They're still so black you can see your reflection in them, and his attitude sharp and brutal, but there's more to him than that.

It's frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. He talks more now, asks her how she's doing, and shows concern, but is it because that's his job or because maybe he does care and she isn't being delusional? The whole situation was confusing and she felt too embarrassed to seriously address the tension between them.

Almost as if she was scared she was right and would have to deal with a mess of emotions if maybe indeed the way he said 'friends' to describe their relationship held a much more suggestive undertone beneath that she'd have to decipher and confront herself. She'd never endured such inner turmoil before, and now she started to realize she was becoming more like him every day.

Hyperanazlyzing every detail to calculate how someone feels and acts, and every time she starts to understand something about him, she reminds herself that she's always secretly craved a deeper connection with someone and is wrongfully seeking that out in a person who doesn't feel the way she does. It was doubt that kept her up most nights, along with the fact that they still hadn't figured out who this drug lord was and what hole Dori had crawled into. Now she's feeling things she hasn't felt before, he's changing her, and there's too much going on at the moment.

So to be awake at 10 pm with a certain hitman on her mind, she was a tad upset that she was too afraid of confrontation and asking what they were. What was the correct answer to that anyway? He's her bodyguard and he said they were friends, but it's the tone he used, it's how he said it so suggestively that causes doubt.

Was that all he meant? Was she looking too deep into this and creating some silly little fantasy in her head because she wanted him so badly? She needed answers but was too nervous to ask for them, something she also never felt unless it involved him, and she didn't want to make herself look stupid.

As if he had heard her thoughts, the man himself enters her bedroom after knocking and earning a response to come in. Her heart begins racing when she sees his tall figure illuminated by the moonlight, and he sits on her bed where she had scooted over to make room.

"Why aren't you asleep?", he asks, his eyes as shiny as his hair was, perfectly slicked back in the same attractive style he always wore.

"Why aren't you?", she retorts, feeling her body heat up from the proximity, and then her eyes fall upon his bare hands.

"I knew you'd be tossing and turning in your bed. I wanted to check up on you before I sleep. Do you need to talk about anything?", he asked while reaching over to pet Cookie who laid next to her owner and eagerly sniffed his hand, licking his fingers.

Runa had been so focused on looking at his hands that she hadn't responded to his question. The silence wasn't awkward because she was too in her head about how soft his hand looked, and as someone who found hands attractive, it only made her heart pound harder in her chest to see them. He had always worn gloves on the job, since it was a habit of his, just like wearing the same watch or the same trench coat.

But oh god, his hands looked like art. Call her dramatic, but as a hopeless romantic, just the sight of his hands had her internally screaming and her face was beet red, something that couldn't be seen due to the darkness of the room, the only lighting being a shade of blue due to the sky and the angle of the moon peeking in the windows. His fingers were thin and she wanted to know what they would feel like running through her hair.

She had no shame whatsoever in imagining what it would be like to have his hand wrapped around her throat. Even going as far as to want them inside of her mouth, just so she could swirl her tongue around them, and taste him in some way. But her lewd thoughts are cut short when she hears him call out her name and instead of staring at Cookie licking his fingers, her eyes lock with his as he stares intently.

"You seem to be distracted. I know a lot has happened but is there something you'd like to get off your mind?", he asks, his voice much deeper because he was trying to be quiet and she shuffled under the covers that were starting to suffocate her due to the heat pulsing in her body and making her slightly breathless.

"No, I'm fine. Things are much better now that my father is gone, I feel safer. His daunting presence no longer looms over me like some shadow I can't escape."

His hands now rest on the edge of the mattress as he looks out at the moon, giving her the perfect view of his illuminated side profile that had butterflies dancing in her stomach and making her eyes light up from how handsome and unreal he was. Almost like a dark knight, always there alongside her whenever she needed to be saved.

"Killing him felt good. Although I didn't get to torture him, just pulling that trigger and seeing him cold on the ground was the most satisfying thing I've experienced. The other kills weren't like this one. This one had a much deeper meaning, a much more complex intimacy. Maybe because I harbored personal feelings towards him unlike the others, or maybe because I knew how much it'd mean to you if he was gone."

When he turns to look into her eyes, she doesn't know what to say but he can see that she appreciates it. That was a meaningful answer that she didn't expect from him, and it made her body heat up even more from the way he said it. He always had that rough undertone in his voice, but he sounded so caring that it made her giddy.

The blankets were suffocating and so she tossed them off to cool down, sitting up so she was much closer to him and could tell that he just took a shower by the way he smelled. The scent of him made her feel nostalgic for some reason, like he was home to her and she couldn't pull her eyes away from his.

"That's probably one of the nicest things someone's ever said to me", she whispers, feeling vulnerable, her body begging to be held.

What meant so much was that he understood her and how she felt even with just a look, almost like his senses were accustomed to her behavior. As if in a room full of darkness, he knew where she'd be and could reach out and find her if she was lost. He knew her from the inside out and what made it feel special was that he wasn't like this with anyone else ever. He's admitted before that it's new for him to be so close with anyone, in particular a woman, and that's what made her heart feel so full that it would burst.

Neither of them had felt this way, they never experienced such an intense relationship before, something that felt unreal and even unnerving at times. He was her bodyguard, her sworn protector and she was one of the most powerful women in the world. Both of them grew up in a hard place, they both learned that the world was cruel and you had to be cruel along with it to survive. Trust was a rarity, like a precious gemstone found in a million pounds of rubble.

Yet in his presence, she felt like she'd known him for years, like there was a red string of fate that had both of their souls tied together. No one has ever understood her without words, but he could feel what she was feeling, as if they shared the same body, mind, and soul.

That's why he feels so comfortable letting his guard down and doing something he's always wanted to do. Run his fingers through her hair. Now that he wasn't wearing gloves, now that she was so close to him that he could feel her body warmth, he didn't waste a second in slowly moving his hand up and testing the waters by stroking her head.

All while his attention stayed on her, he rubbed her hair softly, and then his fingers sunk in between the strands as he pushed them back away from her face and saw her eyes flutter closed from the sensation. She then opens them, a barcode and a number below his wrist and she grabs it, turning so she can see what was written in his skin.

"07? Is that your identification number?", she asks curiously while tracing the ink with her fingertip, a small act that made him lean in closer.

"Yes. We didn't use our real names in the Organization. I never knew my name until they gave me my file once I completed the training", he responds, not pulling away from her touch as she then realizes she was being a little too touchy and might make him uncomfortable.

So she let go of his wrist and ignored how much she wanted to kiss his hands and hold them, she hadn't even touched them but his skin was undeniably soft, addicting to touch and she couldn't help but think of how amazing his fingertips felt massaging her head. Those thoughts are washed out by curiosity, she wanted to know more about him because she's realizing now how little she knows about his past life.

"What was the Organization like?"

He wonders to himself if he should go down that road and answer that question. It was surely a long story and it was already late as he briefly glanced at the clock and saw the time.

"It's late, Runa. You need to get some sleep", he says, but he doesn't get up to leave just yet because he knows she'll make an excuse to hear him talk, and that's exactly what he wants.

He's tired and needs sleep, but before he leaves, he wants a response.

"Please stay? I'm not tired Jungkook, and maybe hearing you talk will make it easier for me to sleep", she attempts to convince and he twirls a piece of her hair on his finger, immediately stopping when he realizes he did that unconsciously.

They're too entrapped in each other to realize Cookie is now asleep on the floor, seeing as they were disturbing her and she huffs through her nostrils while watching them.

"I doubt it. My past is anything but calming and certainly won't put you to sleep. If anything, it'll keep you up all night. You need rest or else you'll be hell to deal with tomorrow", he sternly says, although he appreciated her show of genuine interest.

There was so much he had to say, so many things he never was able to talk about and now that he felt comfortable enough with someone to do that, he wasn't opposed to the idea and gracefully welcomed it. Even if her pouting lips of disappointment made him feel fuzzy inside, and it almost convinced him to stay, he knew he couldn't. He was feeling too much and he needed to get away from what was making him break.

"Fine, I'm tired anyways", she grumbles a complete lie and hides underneath the covers with a frown, "You can leave now if you're gonna be so fatherly and give me a bedtime."

He almost cracks a smile at her sass, and he lightly pats her head before his weight is no longer on the mattress.

She quickly uncovers herself to see him walking to the door and turning back to look at her, "You need your beauty sleep, and I do too or else I won't be pleasant to deal with either."

"I'm your boss now, so I command you to stay with me", she retorts, feeling an odd throbbing in her body when his eyes narrow and she almost kids herself into thinking he had a smirk on his face.

"Sorry boss, but you know better than to command me. I'll do as I please", he responds, and she starts getting hot all over again at the formal yet suggestive tone of his voice.

He might be the one under her command but with just that look in his eyes, it was enough to scream that he was the one in control of her and she hated how good it felt to be weak in his presence. It only made the throbbing worse and she hid her face with the blankets so he couldn't see how she was breathless and embarrassed by what she felt.

"Goodnight, boss", he then makes his way out of the room and closes the door.

What a fucking tease he was with that voice of his, those devilish little eyes that pierced her soul and embarrassingly enough made her thighs rub together. She ached so bad just to feel his fingers through her hair, to hear him call her that name again even knowing it held so much power that made her feel the complete opposite of how she truly was inside.

Weak and shameless to the point where she hid under her covers and had to see if she was wet or not. As soon as her hand slips into her shorts to touch herself, she jolts when she feels the arousal dripping on her fingers and a cry of embarrassment leaves her parted lips.

"This is pathetic. I can't do this", she huffs and takes her hand out, shuffling so she lays on her side and tries to fall asleep.

But that goddamn throbbing wouldn't stop. The subtle hint of that knee-wobbling aroma of his aftershave and soap made all reason fly out the window and the demons in her head win.

"Fuck it, I don't even care anymore", she grumbles, sliding her hand between her legs, and thank God the walls in this house were soundproof.

"This is so bad", she whispers to herself, closing her eyes as her index finger slowly rubs the most sensitive part of her, her limbs growing weak to the sensation.

"Why does he do this to me...that fucking tease."

Her hand slowly moves as she takes her time and imagines what it's like to kiss him, to feel his skin on hers, and to feel his bare arms wrapped around her body while she's on top of him. It's so clear in her mind that it feels devastatingly real, and it makes her want more.

"Oh my god", she gasps and buries her face into the sheets while she slips her fingers inside and her mouth falls open at a certain spot her fingertips brush against.

She softly chants his name over and over again, and as soon as she's close, she squeezes her legs together and stops for a few seconds, purposefully edging herself because she didn't want the fantasy to end so fast. Just as she imagined his hand around her throat and his mouth on her stomach, her blood pulses and the heat of the blankets suffocating her made her feel slightly dazed.

Never before had she been so desperate for someone that she'd touched herself. That simply didn't happen because she wasn't needy for anyone. To no surprise, it seems he's taking over this part of her as well.

Her imagination was enough, repeating those last words he used in her head over and over again until unexpectedly, the tightness in her stomach bursts and she whimpers into the blankets she clings to, dragging out this sensation that blissfully washed over her and made the ache go away.

Post nut clarity hits hard and after cleaning up in the bathroom, she feels annoyed with what happened and more so at him for making her body feel this way. It's almost like he knew what those words would do to her, and she can imagine the smug attitude he'd give her underlying his nonchalance if he knew exactly what she'd done.

He'd probably take pride in knowing he made her feel so needy that in a moment of pure lust and weakness, she thought about him while getting off. As she glanced down at Cookie who lay peacefully on the carpet, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling, feeling exhaustion settle in her bones but at least she could get something out of this embarrassment she felt. Meaning a good stress reliever and the key to falling asleep.

"Fuck you, Jeon", she mumbles before getting comfortable and closing her eyes once settling under the heavy covers.