-7 years later-

Jimin doesn't like having people around.

He hates it till the core of his very existence.

And there's only one thing he hates even more.

People around Yoongi.

If someone dares look at Yoongi- his Yoongi, he can already feel his blood boiling. He doesn't even need drugs anymore in order to kill, all he needs is some random whore of a person coming anywhere near his man.

And Yoongi says that not every person looking, smiling or talking to him wants to fuck him. But who doesn't want to fuck someone with a face like Yoongi's? He'll wait.

It's not like he feels his clock of patience ticking faster with every person in mere contact with Yoongi, no. He feels safe with some people. Like Clarice, Jungkook and Taehyung-

No, not Taehyung.

But he too, is bareable.

People like Dong Hyun, though...

That's why he hates parties.

He knows it's important for a work like theirs. It's all about alluring and keeping good business relations even though you hate the other person's guts and kind of want to rip them apart.

But-

But it's the way the old, bastard of a man is looking at his Yoongi. The way his wrinkly hands go to caress Yoongi's arm while he laughs with his crusty lips, Jimin just wants to-

He takes a deep sigh.

Why isn't Yoongi getting away from him?

People seem to forget a lot who that man belongs to. Aren't they the gay power couple of the city? Jimin and Yoongi have established a new name while running the business together over the years. They say they're the strongest when they're together. That's true and maybe that's the reason why everyone feels like they should seduce one of them in order to break their bond. That's not physically possible, though.

Dong Hyun pats Yoongi on the back and that's enough for Jimin's resolve to crumble. He chugs the wine down from his glass in one go and starts walking towards his boyfriend. Upon reaching him, Jimin snakes an arm around his waist and possesively pulls him closer towards his side, glaring at the old hag through cold, hooded eyes. Yoongi looks at him dumbfounded, pupils dilated but Jimin is busy shooting daggers at the man in front of him.

"Dong Hyun, it looks like you haven't heard the whispers." Jimin says, voice eerily calm.

Dong Hyun's upper lip twitches in what can only be noted as annoyance as he stares at the way Jimin's fingers dog into Yoongi's waist. The fucking cunt has the audacity to get irritated at something he has no business in. Like Jimin's not holding the man he sleeps with in the same bed every goddamn day. Like Jimin's touching something he's not worthy of.

"Jimin, no." Yoongi pleads, knowing very well what this is gonna lead to. But Jimin doesn't look at him. To be fucking honest, Jimin is pissed at the elder too.

The assassin cocks his head to the side, expecting an answer. Dong Hyun seems to notice that and to no escape, he asks.

"What whispers?"

"The whispers that fleet around the mafia. The way I slaughter."

"Jimin." Another warning.

"My boyfriend here is very calculative, you see. Me, one the other hand, I'm impulsive and neurotic. I don't like someone else's hands on what's mine."

Dong Hyun, even though affected by Jimin's words, is reluctant to stay a piece of shit. He's gulping and his hands are opening and closing into fists. Yet, he looks at Yoongi.

"Min. I know you're fucking this kid only for the ass, I get it, he's young. That's only until his asshole loosens up. Me though, I have something far better for you. For the long run. Why don't you come with me?"

"Dong Hyun, I think you should leave." Yoongi says in a flat tone, his hand coming to rest on Jimin's back. "Don't humiliate yourself any further."

"I have money." Dong Hyun is fucking shameless. And has no self respect whatsoever. Jimin feels his blood boiling and he thinks that if he doesn't stop talking from his shit hole, Dong Hyun won't have a life to live either. "I have so much money, Min. Fucking a low assassin like him doesn't suit you. In the long run, we can run this city like our bitch."

That's it.

Jimin frees himself from Yoongi's hold and takes out the gun tucked in his belt, effortlessly pulling the trigger with his thumb and in mere seconds, the nuzzle is pressed flat against the man's forehead. He relishes in the way Dong Hyun's eyes bulge out. He presses harder and he knows that it must hurt.

It should hurt.

"I was brought up right beside Kim Taehyung, so much for being a low assassin, huh?" He snarls, voice spitting poison and gaze too intense. He grabs the man by the back of his neck so that he can't escape. He can hear gasps around him. "You, though, started as a fucking rat. Passed drugs to high schoolers and killed for a million won. Fucking cheap."

People are murmuring all around the ball room. And there's Yoongi trying to push him back by his shoulder.

"Jimin, I swear to god, leave him!"

"You think I don't have money, Dong Hyun? You think this city isn't already my bitch? Gloating like a fucking pig when the very ground you're standing on is mine!"

And then it snaps. It snaps when Dong Hyun's eyes shift behind Jimin, at Yoongi. It's as if all the blood rushes in his body and then the assassin is prancing on the old man. The nuzzle of his gun which was pressed firmly against Dong Hyun's forehead now digging into the man's right eye. He's screaming, raw and gutteral.

"You don't look at what's mine, you fucking cunt!"

"Muh- Min!" Dong Hyun is choking and gasping on his Yoongi's name, calling for help, the other eye wide open as tears spill out of it. He's trashing on the floor as Jimin puts his foot on the old man's throat, preventing him from breathing.

"You don't say his name either!"

The whole city is watching him and he thinks that they should watch. They should watch who Yoongi belongs too. So that they think twice before trying to get their filthy hands on him.

"Muh- Min s-save me!" He manages to cry out, coughing and choking on his own spit afterwards as Jimin presses the soul of his Chelsea boots harder. He sees a stray tear drop down the corner of Dong Hyun's eye, down his crusty skin and he wants to gag in disgust.

"Min won't save you. This is the last thing you should think, he'll always choose me. He'll choose me no matter what."

Jimin presses on the trigger. The loud revolt of the bullet going off and he can hear a few people scream. The smell of gun powder burning is familiar. Dong Hyun lays motionless on the floor, a pool of blood beginning to form behind his head. His one eye is wide open and the other is no more. There's just a big hole and the bullet has been sucked by his brain. Some of the nasty blood has splattered across Jimin's face because of the proximity, it makes his lips curl in disgust.

He stands up and takes out a handkerchief from his pocket in order to clean the nuzzle of his gun before tucking it back in his belt. There's a waiter standing not so far away from him, hands shaking even though he's clutching the tray like his life depends on it, face ashen. Jimin goes towards him and takes the glass of wine he was probably going to serve before Jimin created a mess. He drinks the alcohol down, humming at the pleasant burn in his chest.

Everyone has fallen silent. He loves it.

"The party's over." He announces, looks at one of the guards. "Clean the floor."

With that, he starts going out of the ball room without soaring a glance at Yoongi. Even though he can hear his footsteps right behind him.

*

The gate shuts down with a bang behind Yoongi. Jimin is already in the room, facing his back to the door. He's so fucking livid it's physically impossible.

"Jimin." Yoongi sounds mad. He sounds like a mom who's about to scold her son. "Jimin, fucking look at me."

Deliberately, Jimin turns around but doesn't meet the elder's eyes, looking down on the carpeted floor. He hears Yoongi taking a sharp breath.

"You can't act like this, Jimin! You can't do whatever you damn please and think that there will be no consequences."

"I know there will be consequences." Jimin grunts. He's not an idiot. This is how wars start. He killed a mafia leader, now that family will be pissed and seek revenge. Does he regret his actions because of that? Absolutely not.

"And I'll have to deal with them! You create a mess and I clean it! Because Park Jimin decided to be a brat and do whatever he damn pleases."

Jimin looks up to the elder in a swift motion, heated eyes glaring daggers.

"He would've still been alive if he didn't touch you!"

Yoongi grips his hair, bewildered.

"I can't fucking believe- we talked about this! You can't go around killing everyone who nothing but looks at me! Stop being so goddamn childish!"

"He wanted to take you away from me! He said it himself. He said tha- that he could offer you more than I ever could. That you were better off with him."

Jimin's crying already. He's crying because he can. He can in front of Yoongi. Tears are welling up in his eyes and his voice is breaking.

And just like always, it's Yoongi's weakness.

The elders eyes soften and when he says the next sentence, it's not in a biting, scolding way. He doesn't want to make Jimin feel bad.

"You think I'd let him take me away from you? Don't you trust me?"

"No, it's him I don't trust. Didn't trust." Jimin corrects himself. "You're all I have, Yoongi. I don't like it when someone tries to take you away from me. It hurts."

"But I won't go away, Jimin, you know I love you."

"But they piss me off."

"You have to control your feelings. You can't kill everyone, now, can you?"

"I will kill everyone who thinks they can take you away from me. You're mine and only mine."

"I am yours. I'll always be. So you don't have to be scared about me going away."

But everyone keeps on trying to steal the only person I have.

"Hey..." Yoongi let's out, voice breathy and barely above a whisper when Jimin's eyes she'd more tears. And it's so fucked up. The way Jimin cries like a baby after he kills. And the way Yoongi empathises still.

The elder walks towards him and cradles his face in his palms, making Jimin look at him.

"I choose to stay." Yoongi breathes out. "I choose to stay because I'm in love with you. I'll never leave you. Never. I promise."

"Please, don't." Jimin says through his broken voice, feeling the way Yoongi's thumb wipes his tears. "I feel like I'll go insane if I lose you. Or I might actually die."

"I'd die too."

Jimin closes the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

They make love again.

It's these moments when Yoongi pressed him face first in the mattress, his hands are protective and gentle. His warm and soft and his words are of affection. When Jimin needs softness rather than rough sex that he feels like-

He remembers that Yoongi loves him. He loves him so much it's hard to contain for him. He loves him more than Jimin has the capability to imagine. He'd kill and die and protect. And the feeling that makes Yoongi do all these things, is love. Love only for Jimin.

And God -

Yoongi has a feeling. A special feeling reserved for Jimin and Jimin only.

Right before Yoongi closes his eyes, Jimin realises they're glassy.

*

In the morning, Yoongi's eyes are glassy still.

As he strokes Jimin's cheek with his thumb as they lie on their bed, staring at each other. Jimin thinks he made Yoongi sad somewhere along last night.

Yoongi looks at him like he's very far away from him, even though being inches apart. If Jimin could, he could just move a little closer and kiss Yoongi, but there's a longing in the elder's eyes which keeps Jimin at bay.

"'M sorry." Jimin finally mumbles.

"What?"

"'M sorry."

"No, I mean- why?"

"I made you sad. I won't do it again, I promise. No more killing people who touch you. I'll learn to- to control myself. I'm sorry, I swear."

Yoongi parts his lips, eyes a little dilated. He stares at Jimin for a few moments before sighing, cradling the younger's face in his hands.

"I'm not sad."

Jimin frowns. "You are, stop lying. I can see it."

"I'm not sad I just- I...just love you."

If anything, Jimin's frown only deepens.

"Loving me making you sad?"

"No- God, I'm not sad."

"Then why do you look at me like that?"

Yoongi's eyes widen. "How?"

"Like I'm- I'm far away. Out of reach."

Yoongi gulps and Jimin's apprehension starts taking the best of him, clawing at his chest like the old friend it is. He smacks the elder's chest. "I hate you." He yells. "I hate you- you're hiding something from me, I-"

"Jimin."

The younger halts on his words.

"Can we get married now?"

The rug gets swept away from beneath Jimin's feet but he's lying in Yoongi's arms right now. His mind short circuits and he's not sue what he heard was correct or an auditory hallucination. He lets out a shaky breath and asks warily,

"What?"

Yoongi sighs and suddenly Jimin is too aware of the way Yoongi's thumb caresses his cheekbones and how the other hand is warm where it holds Jimin's hand. His heart is desperately palpitating in his chest but the rest of his body feels numb. The elder rolls over and fiddles with the bedside table's drawer until he takes out a black velvet box. He turns around to face Jimin again and opens the small box. It holds a ring, embedded with black diamond.

Jimin starts shaking.

"I...I had planned this grand date night to propose you but after last night...I just- It just hit me the hardest it has ever had that no matter what happens, my bone, my spirit- fuck...everything is yours. Yours to hold and claim. I couldn't wait any longer."

Jimin's rendered speechless and there's only one thought in his mind that has him shaking like a damn leaf.

"We'll...get married?'

Yoongi's lips spread in a shy smile a she shrugs. "if you agree, yeah."

Jimin is weeping. His eyelashes are wet from latching tears and hi eyes yearn to squint, just shy of trailing down his cheeks. Maybe he's making Yoongi concerned but-

"Yoongi-" his voice is frail. "Yoongi, we'll get married?"

"Of course, baby." Yoongi frowns. "Why are you crying? You don't want to?"

The younger all but buries his face into Yoongi's chest, wrapping his hands around his neck as the elder holds him. he holds him close.

It's overwhelming the way a person can spin your entire life around.

"I never thought I'd get married."

Yoongi is his home.

"Why wouldn't you get married?"

"I thought I'd be stuck."

"You're free now. You're free and we'll get married but you didn't say yes."

Yoongi laughs because he knows Jimin's flushed crimson when the younger presses his face harder against his chest. Jimin scowls and kicks the elder's knee. "Yes!" He yells but its muffled.

"I didn't quite catch that."

Jimin kicks him again.

"Ow!"

"Caught it now?"

Yoongi giggles. "No."

Jimin raises his eyebrow in a challenges but he knows that he cant kick this annoying piece of shit to death because they still have that marriage to do.

"Yes." He breathes out.

The elder smirks. "Say 'yes Yoongi, I want to marry you.'"

"Don't be greedy."

"I'll be greedy."

Jimin sighs, ignores his flaming face. "Yes Yoongi, I want to marry you."

God, the elder is enjoying this so much.

"There's no one else I can fathom this with."

"I-"

"I still have that ring on me."

Jimin groans. "There's no one else I can fathom this with."

Yoongi grins victoriously as he take Jimin's hand in his and slips the black diamond on his rind finger. He grabs the younger's chin with his forefinger and thumb as he presses his lips onto Jimin's. The younger sighs at the familiarity.

Yes. home.

"Little mob."

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Imagine Jin fussing over their wedding arrangements omg. Anyways this is the end of ym updates now...how could we forget about taekook?