Yoongi

Wow. Y/n was the life of a damn party.

That girl could make a grown man laugh like a toddler, and all because she couldn't even handle carrying boxes from one place to the next. Yeah, that had been Yoongi's first task for her: carrying boxes inside their compound. Said compound was a Long Island villa, where the air was cleaner (kind of) and the City wasn't as ugly from the distance.

The girl tripped and fell at least five times, breaking half of the cardboard boxes she had been assigned to carry in. The contents scattered across the concrete pathway spiraling up to the door. Shrubs and mini trees made up the front yard alongside healthy grass that had been trimmed hours prior, causing the cut grass scent to linger. It almost drowned out Yoongi's alcohol-filled breath.

Almost.

"Sorry, boss," Y/n said, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm scared of falling."

"Well, you did. A lot, too." Yoongi chuckled and scooped one of the boxes up for her. "And is there anything you're not scared of?"

Yeah, Jungkook had recounted to Yoongi how his encounter with Y/n had gone. Something about her being scared of not being in the mafia, and then her fear of elevators, and then that moment in her apartment where she had looked like she was about to shit herself. How did she expect to be in the mafia if she jumped at the tiniest of sounds and sights? Meh, whatever. That meant Yoongi's bet on her would be secured.

Yoongi had sent a text in the group chat to gather everyone back at the villa to discuss Y/n. Jungkook was only going because Yoongi would be there, but he had made his stance on Y/n joining very clear. Almost too clear. Yoongi respected it. It was the first decision Jungkook made without Yoongi's input.

"I'm not scared of you," Y/n said, wobbling to her feet and taking the box back from him. "Does that count?"

"Oh-ho, we got some balls on this one, team."

Yoongi said that to no one in particular. Guards patrolled the exterior in casual clothes without their weapons showing in case any drones flew over and took incriminating photos. New York didn't care much, but Yoongi and Namjoon did. Could never be too careful.

A pat on Yoongi's shoulder alerted him to another's presence, and when he turned, he saw plump lips, dangling cross earrings, and sharp brown eyes that made the new man look like a puppy in the right angles. With the sunlight shining down, it made the man look ethereal; his skin glowed (literally), and his long, black locks parted by the forehead to show off the single mole he had resting near the corner of his forehead.

"Jimin," Yoongi said with a whistle, wrapping an arm around Y/n to pull her close and see her new boss. "Meet Y/n."

Jimin lowered his gaze to her and tilted his head, causing some of his messy hair to fall in his face. "This is the one you found?"

"That's me," Y/n said, shifting to hold the box higher, covering her chin and lower lip. She peeked at Yoongi. "Speaking of, how did you find me?"

Yoongi tapped his watch. "You know Life360? Like that but for watches. Or I guess Life Alert is a better comparison. Jungkook pressed the emergency SOS signal, so I came running." Yoongi paused to snicker. "Next time you kidnap someone, be sure to confiscate all their personal belongings, no matter how small they may seem. When we hold someone in custody, we strip them and take everything, glasses and any dental work included."

"Can never be too careful," Jimin said, and wasn't that the truth. That was the mafia's motto. "Well, now that I've looked at her, I'll bite on your bet. I bet fifty grand she lasts two months."

"Cool. I bet a hundred she lasts one."

"Um, can I take part in this?" Y/n asked with a huff. "I bet my life's savings I'll last until someone shoots me."

"Hey, hey, little lady," Jimin said, snorting. "No need to get all feisty, we're just trying to have fun, and who wouldn't want to have fun with a beauty like you, hm?"

Ugh. The day Jimin stopped flirting was the day Yoongi left the mafia.

AKA: Never.

Yoongi groaned. "Alright, we get it, I interrupted your partying and stopped you from getting your dick wet, but you don't have to try and seduce her on her first day."

"Why not?" Y/n asked, glaring at Yoongi. "I'm kind of enjoying it."

Jimin threw his head back to laugh, showing off his jagged front tooth. "Oh, I like her." Jimin came closer to her and brushed a strand of her hair back before stealing the box from her and dropping his voice to a whisper. "And I'll make sure she likes me, too."

Jimin winked as he strolled away, and Y/n stared as he went. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"So you let him take the box like a gentleman, but when I do it-"

"Yep." Y/n grinned. "He's hotter than you."

Yoongi wanted to throw her into an incinerator upon hearing that, but he held back. Conceal don't feel. That was what his favorite character ever, Elsa, always said. Yes, Yoongi liked Elsa. He liked Disney movies despite being a grown man and an alcoholic. So what?

"You're warming up to us," Yoongi said instead of replying to the atrocity she had said.

"Of course I am! I'm in the mafia now. This is so cool. Are you guys gonna go on missions like John Wick and kill three guys in a bar?"

"With a pencil."

"A fucking pencil," Y/n finished with a cheer.

For a woman who could barely make eye contact earlier, she had some braveness to her. Well, he supposed that shouldn't be surprising. She had kidnapped Namjoon and Jungkook. As much as they were never in any danger, her having the balls to do it showed she could be useful to the cause. Like a pawn they threw out whenever they needed a meat shield.

Y/n stopped to observe the villa. "I assume the ones walking around are guards?"

Okay, at least she wasn't dumb. Maybe that mafia movie knowledge came in handy after all. If she was able to identify guards through their casual demeanor and lack of weapons, Yoongi wondered what else she could see.

"That's right. We have cameras all around the place."

"I noticed." Y/n pointed to the shrubs. "They're in the shrubs, right?"

"That's right. Anywhere hidden."

"Homeowners have cameras out in the open. Why bother hiding yours?"

"Fair point, but we have cameras for every little corner, so a bit above the average homeowner. The less suspicion we raise, the better. Don't even get me started on the sound traps."

"Sound traps?"

"Of course. All of us have sound traps in our rooms we put up at night. Wind chimes above the door so if anyone tries sneaking in, it alerts whoever's sleeping. Bars on the windows so if someone breaks the glass, they can't get in. German shepherds in the basement that get brought up at night... More security than you can imagine."

"I knew the mafia were careful, but not this careful," Y/n said, but she didn't complain about it.

It was true; the mafia needed the best security, otherwise, what was the point of having a mafia? The movies were wrong; the mafia couldn't pay off the police every time they got into trouble, so they had to remain as discreet as possible. Not to mention cops weren't the only enemies the mafia had.

"You feel comfortable telling a new recruit all of this?" a male voice said from behind them, and Yoongi turned to see broad shoulders, full lips that were tinted the shade of cherry blossoms, and two wrinkles under the man's narrowed eyes. The only two wrinkles on his entire body, and he complained about them every day.

Kim Seokjin.

Yoongi became aware of the fact that he was standing out in the open with Y/n while the others were inside or just showing up, like Jin. Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook were in the villa, with the others all on their way. Looked like Jin had arrived.

"Jin, my brother." Yoongi threw his hands around like a ninja as if that would get Jin to calm the fuck down and stop giving Yoongi a death glare. "She's gonna die anyway, who cares?"

"I do. She could be a threat to our family."

Yoongi slowly looked at Y/n, who was still searching for Jimin in the distance, though he had entered their home long ago.

"Right. Such a threat," Yoongi said, clapping his hands together and redirecting his focus to Jin. "Calm your surprisingly fat tits, okay, grandpa? Don't wanna add more wrinkles to your precious face."

"That wasn't funny."

"It kind of was." Yoongi nudged Y/n to gain her attention. "Why don't you go inside. Jin and I will make sure all the other boxes you dropped get inside."

Y/n rubbed the back of her neck again and kicked at the ground before agreeing. She didn't bother greeting Jin, not that it would be smart to anyway. Jin would smash her head in.

Y/n skipped away and entered the villa, leaving Yoongi with the seething Jin outside, surrounded by boxes that had been dropped. Nothing crazy, just documents that featured the blackmail they had on major figures in the City. Worth far more than any amount of money.

"Bringing outsiders to our villa? Are you insane?" Jin asked, and Yoongi blew a raspberry.

"I'm in the mafia, Jin. Of course I'm insane. Why are you surprised?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry I thought a fellow capo would be responsible, my mistake."

Yeah, Jin was the uptight dickbag capo. Fun wasn't in his vocabulary. All he talked about was protecting the family and making sure to keep their mafia on top of the game. If Jin ever spoke about anything else, it was a Christmas miracle.

But it wasn't even close to Christmas.

"Jin, you need to chill out. One girl from nowhere isn't going to be an issue."

"And how do we know she's not an undercover cop, huh?"

Yoongi grabbed Jin's arm and dragged him inside the villa. It was as beautiful as ever, and Yoongi would never get used to it. There were two sights in the world that he'd never tire of: the villa and alcohol pouring into a glass. Both were perfect.

"Look," Yoongi said as his boots hit the marble floors illuminated by a diamond chandelier dangling from the high ceiling. "You think that is an undercover cop?"

Y/n was in the center of the "lobby" area of their villa, which comprised of a shoe rack next to the door no one used since they were emotionally attached to their boots (especially Jimin since his had heels), walls painted dark yellow with not a crack in sight, and three archways leading to different rooms; one on the left, one on the right, and one dead ahead. The left was the kitchen, the right the living room, and dead ahead would direct them to the "residential wing" of the villa, as Yoongi called it. AKA: where they slept. Oh, and it had a backdoor to go outside to their pool and hot tub.

Life was good, huh?

"Don't underestimate people you don't know, Yoongi," Jin said, staring at Y/n the whole time.

The girl fiddled with her fingers and had wide eyes as she took everything in. She noticed them a beat later and gave a small wave Yoongi returned, and Yoongi pointed with his head toward the living room, where Jimin and Namjoon were sitting at the leather sofa positioned across from their flat screen TV. Jungkook was probably sulking somewhere out back. Who knew.

Unlike the lobby, the living room had dim lighting, lit up a fire in the stone fireplace. The flat screen was mounted on the gray walls that resembled stone, likely to match the feel of the fireplace.

Y/n skipped off to join Jimin and Namjoon, and Jimin greeted her with a hug and offered her his spot on the black couch. Yoongi made a mental note to wear headphones later.

"I'm not. She's not as useless as she looks, and I know that. She noticed our security systems, saw us within a second of us walking inside, and kidnapped Jungkook and Namjoon. Yes, she's overambitious and a dumbass, but she's not useless. There's a difference between being dumb and being useless."

Jin scoffed. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Maybe not, but look at it this way: she's not going to last." Yoongi kept his voice low so no one would hear, not that they were close enough to anyway. "That's why we're betting on her. It adds a bit of fun to our lives, she does some useful tasks for our mafia, and one of us earns money. It's a win-win."

"I'm not taking part in that bullshit."

"Jimin is."

"Jimin's a fucking idiot, so no shit."

Yoongi chortled. "Is he not your best friend?"

"That's exactly why I have permission to call him a fucking idiot," Jin said with a hiss in his voice. It made him sound like a bitter snake rather than an intimidating mafia. "But enough of that. Get her out of here. Now."

"No. She's a grown woman who can make her own choices, and Namjoon had no problem with it."

"You know damn well he did." Yeah, Jin didn't need to know what happened in Y/n's apartment to know that. "So stop lying and get her out."

"Relax, will you? She's not going to make it."

"And what makes you so sure?" Jin asked, grabbing Yoongi's shoulder with a firm grip as if that would rip the answer out of Yoongi faster.

Yoongi peeped at Y/n, who kept fiddling with her fingers while Namjoon and Jimin discussed whatever it was they were discussing with her. Yoongi didn't know; he was far away and couldn't hear. But that didn't matter. Nothing but the bet did. It'd give him drinking money for a while, all because he had spent most of his. Yes, the mafia had few funds left. But he had to keep moving forward and get that money from the bet, and he was willing to do anything to secure it.

That had Yoongi chuckling as he looked back at Jin, giving the older—much older, actually—man a gummy smile.

"Because I'm going to make sure she dies."