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yoonia · 5 years ago

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↳ Character | Yoongi x reader

↳ Genre | Angst, Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU, Heirs! AU, CEO!Yoongi, Suspense

↳ Word Count | 16,200 words

↳ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Beyond The Walls

“Right this way, Sir.”

Yoongi’s eyes follow the burly man who is guiding his way. The man is going to be his guard during this visit, he presumes, although Yoongi is not completely sure if this guard was appointed to be watching for his safety or to keep an eye on his movements while he is in the facility. He takes his time to study the man as he turns around and walk ahead of Yoongi, his massive built makes it seem like he is filling up the entire hallway with his presence alone. The dark uniform his guard is wearing looks tight against his bulky arms and broad chest, making him look intimidating at one glance. Then Yoongi wonders if he carries other weapons or guns with him aside from the baton and the taser hanging on his bulging waist.

Watching the guard so closely serves nothing more than a distraction as Yoongi follows him right behind through the long hallway ahead. If only it could help make Yoongi feel less defenceless being here without his own bodyguard or armours to protect himself. Yoongi can hear the steel door which he came in from closing and locking behind him, the sound of their security codes being punched in echoes against the walls as he walks further from it, shielding him in. Leaving him with no other way to go except forward.

The hallway is illuminated by extremely bright, white lights coming down from the ceiling. The walls are empty with a few doors appearing along the way, each separated in the far distance to one another. It may not look like it when seen from outside, but the facility gives off a vibe that feels more like an industrial building in the inside, instead of a high-security prison, yet still able to intimidate whoever enters.

But then again, this building is far from any regular prison that is built in the city.

Beyond these walls, are home for convicted felons doing time from white-collar crimes, upper-class felons, and heavily guarded valuable criminals. Either those who are indispensable according to the law and the government, political prisoners kept on secret for national security purposes, and big named felons or those who had come from money.

It is just by luck that this is the only place where his brother could be kept safe from harm, under watchful eyes of the legal court and the people who are in Yoongi’s payroll. And this place is the only facility that would give him access to see his dearest older brother without eyes and unwanted spectators prying on him.

Unlike the previous penitentiary where Min Yoonseok was originally detained.

It made no sense to think about how they kept prohibiting any kind of visit to his brother ever since he was placed there after the trial. From the ridiculously deluded law, the district attorney, to the penal institution rulings, everyone seemed to conspire to prevent Yoongi and his legal team upon meeting him. He even waited until the time the media had stopped talking about his brother on the news, and only once the federal investigators had stopped sending people to make sudden visits at his company and to his family when he finally decided to try and make the necessary brotherly visit. Everyone seemed to be watching the Mins family closely after the case happened, people trying to connect the dots and pin them with the crime that every single member of the family laid low during the trial.

He had come with the family lawyer and his company lawyer then. And when the warden had obstructed his visit with the news that his brother had been kept in the isolated area, with no permission of visitation unless he returned with a court order, Yoongi knew that something was wrong. That there is more to his brother’s case than meets the eye.

He had grown suspicious and worried about his brother’s safety that he fought his way to have his brother transported to a different facility. Which was not exactly an easy task to do. Even for him.

It took him not only months, but years, to work everything out. He had spent months to do his research, studying the law and the charges that were sentenced to his brother, then prepared all the legal documents necessary to fight the court. He had made a long, proper plan and prepared the big guns, until the court had granted Min Yoonseok to be placed in the current penitentiary. And he had to do everything stealthily to succeed.

He had to be careful to make sure that neither the media nor their opponents would catch wind of his plan, and to attack when the court was completely unprepared to fight back. He could not afford to fail, or to have the public to start accusing him or his family to have been involved in whatever shambles his brother was involved in. Even his family never knew about the transfer, with their lawyers keeping their lips tight after Yoongi’s generous payment bought their loyalty.

And then there was also his wedding.

It was a blessing in disguise that the news of his wedding had stolen the spotlight that people were looking at the other way, opening the path for his legal team to make their move while he was busy courting his new wife.

Or was it the other way around?

Yoongi has no qualms in admitting how you have warmed your way into his life and, perhaps his heart, no matter how the marriage had come to be. It took you no time to gain his trust and his devotion no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance and to take all the precautions he needed to not get too emotionally involved too soon. But things are different now. He would go to every length to protect you and to keep you safe from danger. He would even kill with his own two hands when the means are necessary. He already knows how devastated he would be should anything happens to you.

The day you were kidnapped, even if it was a scheme planned by the people around him to make a point, the point was clearly made and had proven what a mess he could be turning into if he had to lose you.

“Here we are, Sir.”

The security guard had opened a door for him right at the end of the hallway, and is now standing on the side to let Yoongi in. Yoongi courtly nods before he enters, walking past the guard who seems to be taking a whole lot of space at the doorway with his large frame.

“I will be outside, Sir. You can just knock on the door when you are done.”

Yoongi turns to the man, murmuring a short, “Thank you,” and watches as the guard steps out of the room, closing and locking the steel door behind him.

Yoongi looks around the empty room as he waits. The room is also brightly illuminated, and a lot more spacious than he had originally thought it would. Instead of surrounded by bars, the only set of bars he sees covers one side of the room, with a darker hallway beyond it—no doubt leading towards the detainment area. The other walls are painted grey and padded with soundproof. A flat TV screen is set on the upper wall opposite to the doorway, where he could see the center of the room being displayed from it. There is no doubt that the camera recording what is shown on the screen would be sending the exact same scene to the security room, for the safety of both the visitor and the convict they are visiting.

A single desk is placed right at the center of the room. Unlike what he had seen on television, the desk is made of wooden legs with granite surface on top, instead of one made completely of steel or plain plastics. Two sets of chairs are placed on either side of the desk, both looking like expensive office chairs instead of those stackable ones. Another component that is different than what those television shows had portrayed.

I’ve been watching too much TV, he muses to himself and chuckles softly.

Instead of taking a seat, Yoongi stands at one end of the room, facing the steel bars with his hands snugged into his pockets. The air conditioner is blasting full force and the wait allows him to feel the chill running through his skin. He had left his suits, along with his personal belongings, on the guest counter when he first entered the building. He had the sleeves of his dress shirt folded up to his elbows, following one of the rules he had to follow through before entering to make sure he had no weapons hidden in any part of his body.

The sound of steel doors opening in the distance catches his attention. Followed by soft murmurs of men talking, two sets of shoes tapping on the marble floors. One of the footsteps sound like their feet are being dragged, and he instantly knows who the owner of those footsteps would be.

Just as he raises his head to look up across the room, Yoongi catches the sight of two men walking through the darkness. Another burly man in a dark set of uniforms walks ahead, opening the locks to let the other enter through its safety door. Noticing the similarities between this guard and the previous one, Yoongi keeps his eyes on him for a moment, before the other man catches his attention as he moves forward.

Yoongi watches as the latter walks over to the nearest chair, stopping to stand behind it. Wearing a dark grey jumpsuit—not orange, like in one of those TV series—and a pair of white sneakers, the man’s hands are bounded in front of him with steel handcuffs, connected to a similar set binding his ankles with a chain, keeping his hands where they are secured and visible while limiting his movements. Yoongi looks up to his face as they stand face to face with the desk placed between them. He studies the face which he had only been seeing through the pictures in his home for the past couple of years, since the day of his incarceration.

The last time he saw him at the trial, the man had his mane hair growing wild on top of his head, his beard unkempt and his eyes sullen. The man before him today looks a lot better, however. Clean-shaven, hair tidied up with a nice cut and waxed to the back, a healthy glow on his cheeks that becomes more prominent when the older man smiles. And as he flexes his arms the moment he walks past the guard, Yoongi could see muscles forming under his jumpsuit.

The ugly bastard had been working out.

Instead of seeing a gaze that semblance any kind of sadness or resentment, a sense of longing can be seen in his glassy eyes as he looks at Yoongi. And his genuine smile can only make Yoongi breathe a sigh of relief before he returns it with his own smirk.

“Long time no see,” Yoongi greets him.

The man laughs. His head falls back as if he had just witnessed something pleasantly entertaining, before he finally sobers up and says, “Hello, little brother. I knew you’d miss me.”

The brothers had never been exactly close growing up. And it had gotten even worse when they were entering adulthood and had grown each of their own interests on things they wanted to pursue in life. But as they are finally sitting face to face, the desk still there between them as a safety barrier, and under the tight watch of the prison guards, their conversation sounds more like two best friends having a pleasant reunion.

Regardless of the circumstances and the setting surrounding them.

The talk had started with the usual pleasantries and exchanging basic questions to keep up with each other’s life and everything that had been happening since the day Min Yoonseok was sent to jail—’how are you’, ‘what have you been up to,’ ‘how’s Mom and Dad?’, ‘is the Granddad still running the company and the house?’, ‘Dad still golfs at the Country Club?’

Then it went to Yoongi asking about the change that Yoonseok felt after being transferred. Which the older brother had no qualms in sharing.

He went on talking about how hard it was to survive at the old prison, how everyone seemed to be plotting against him that he had to find some allies for protection. He had turned to his cellmates who had been more than glad to train him how to fight and to be strong enough to defend himself in case anything went wrong—hence the muscles—in exchange of his loyalty and a high prize waiting for them at the day of their release.

Then he proceeds to share how different life is at the new facility; how the guards here are treating him and the other convicts more like humans. How some of the guards themselves had not only become his allies who regularly share news from the outside world and pass any information he needs. He has also been making friends here and there, making connections with fellow convicts and hanging out with a few of the guards during socialising hours at daytime and after dinner.

“Tonight is poker night. Ain’t that right, Billy?” Yoonseok speaks over his shoulder with a chuckle, aimed at the guard who had escorted him to the visitor room and is now standing at the other side of the steel bars. The burly guard only answers with a grunt, shaking his head as he looks away to hide his chuckles. “Are you going to finally bet your fancy watch this time around so I can win it from you?”

“Not a chance,” the guard finally answers with a full sentence, despite still in a form of a grunt and without looking over at the brothers when he speaks.

“You’re making friends with the guards now?” Yoongi muses.

“It’s easy to get along with them. They are much friendlier here compared to the ones at the other place,” Yoonseok says with a shrug. Then he looks over his shoulder again as he adds, “Billy here is good with poker and chess. Right, Bill?”

“Hmm—”

The deep grunt speaks volume, and enough to make the brothers share a laugh.

Yoonseok’s expression immediately shifts once the light conversation had passed. His face turns grim when he speaks again. “They are also good at eliminating threats.”

Yoongi leans forward, a frown is apparent on his face. “They still came for you?” He knew that Yoonseok was not safe at the previous facility, being detained at the same building with petty criminals and murderers. Not to mention all the corrupted guards and wardens. It would have been easy to send someone from the outside and have them slip in unnoticed, or pay someone on the inside to bring harm to his brother.

Even though it had been rarely publicised on the news, but ‘accidents’ happening between inmates or between them and the guards at the previous prison have been common to happen. Which was why Yoongi felt the urge to get Yoonseok out of that place before anything could happen, and fought harder when he had heard about them actually happening around Yoonseok, confirming that his brother was an open target. But to know that threat still exists in this secured place is highly unexpected.

“I got a threat or two when I first got transferred but they were nothing the lawyers and guards couldn’t handle. You did good on transferring me here,” his brother convinces Yoongi, sounding calm and firm as if he was not talking about getting his life threatened. “And for keeping these guards on your payroll. They’re doing their job well, so don’t you worry,” he adds with a wink. Then he suddenly looks over his shoulder again and says, “See? I vouched for you, Billy.”

A familiar sound of grunt is heard from the guard, still refusing to look over, but it is clear that the man is rolling his eyes discreetly in response to Yoonseok’s joviality.

Yoonseok chuckles a little as he turns back to face Yoongi, only to find his younger brother smirking at him. “How did you know it was me?”

The older brother shrugs. “I just do. If there’s anyone out there who could beat these people and play them on their own game, it would be you,” Yoonseok says. The playful mood instantly vanishes for a moment. But then he smiles with a genuine look on his face when he regards his brother. “The only thing that I find hard to believe is the fact that you would actually do it. For me, of all people. To have gone such a length to get me out of that hellhole. I know Dad wouldn’t, no matter how rebellious he had been against Grandfather.”

Yoongi has a ton of answers to respond to that, but chooses to say nothing when it seems like Yoonseok still has something else to say.

“We’ve never been exactly—close. As brothers,” Yoonseok continues, leaning back in his seat with a distant look. “I’d thought you would be dancing in joy and live your life to the fullest after I got detained by the law.”

“Oh, I did party on your behalf. Except that it was not only to celebrate your failure,” Yoongi says, chuckling. He stops for a moment, looking thoughtful before he speaks. “It would only be fair for me to do something since you did just the same to me.”

“Me?” Yoonseok asks, raising his brows and feigning a shock. “When?”

“Don’t play with me, you bastard.”

Yoonseok shakes his head. “I literally have no idea what it is you are talking about,” he says while forcing back a smile, something that Yoongi is able to catch on easily that he can only scoff at his brother.

“Whatever. I just wanted to know the truth and it would be hard to get one when I can’t even make sure you were still alive.”

At Yoongi’s words, Yoonseok appears solemn as he nods his head.

“So you knew that there is more to this, huh?”

“It had to be,” Yoongi quickly says. “They kept you isolated since day one. Even during the whole investigation and while the trial was happening, neither of us was allowed to get in contact with you. Not me, not Mom or Dad, not even our family lawyers. Neither of us knew exactly what was going on and when we sent the lawyers to help you out, they kept getting in our way, saying the best lawyers had been appointed to help you and that you didn’t need our help.”

The memory of those excruciating weeks of dealing with the court, the running investigation, playing cat and mouse with the media, are all coming back to Yoongi. Along with the dismissive attitude from the police, the agents investigating the case and even the lawyer that had somehow been appointed to side with Yoonseok, bringing back all the rage, the humiliation, and frustration that Yoongi had felt back then.

“The trial happened and ended so quickly that we didn’t even have the chance to do anything to get the truth or to hear your side of the story,” Yoongi adds while shaking his head, pushing away the bad memory. “Not that we could do anything about it, anyway. With the media hogging our backs, Grandfather had specifically prohibited any of us to get involved in any way possible. We couldn’t even attend the court publicly. He kept telling us that saving the company and our family’s name was our top priority and that your case would be handled accordingly—whatever the hell that meant.”

“Ah—Of course, the old man,” Yoonseok chuckles. “I have no doubt that he would have done just that. He practically disowned me the very second it was clear that they were onto me and they declared I was guilty regardless of what I said.”

“Yeah, and he nearly disowned Dad and me too. Said we were the cursed ones,” Yoongi says with a chuckle, finding humour in all of the memories now that everything had long passed. It is much better to focus on the future and make plans for moving forward.

“But then you got married,” Yoonseok says. His voice is soft, yet Yoongi can sense the questions hanging with it. The look in his eyes depicts something unreadable but still able to make Yoongi’s chest clench tightly upon seeing it. “Congratulations.”

“So you heard,” Yoongi says, keeping a tight lip as he tries to read his brother’s expression. “Thank you. Would’ve been better if we had you there.”

Yoonseok laughs, just as loud and booming as before, even if the joy does not reach his eyes. “Liar. Don’t say things you don’t mean. You hate me.”

“Wrong. I resented you,” Yoongi says with a playful scoff, to which his brother responds with a chuckle. “And I do mean it. It would’ve been easier and much more rewarding to have a chance to gloat about it right at your face.”

“Hah! For what? A payback?” Yoonseok raises his eyebrows. Smiling wide regardless of the curious look on his face. “Because of what happened with Bora?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I already told you she meant nothing to me. Besides, you and I both know I’d never bother with old news. There was never even any resentment between us when that happened,” he says. “But a payback, yes. It would have been just like old times, wouldn’t it?”

The older brother says nothing to answer that, but his longing gaze returns as he gives Yoongi a knowing smile.

A glimpse of their youth comes to them as Yoongi’s honest question serves as a reminder of their past. If there was something notable about their relationship while they were growing up, from their adolescences to the day they had reached adulthood, it was their drive to compete with the other, to constantly challenge and prove themselves that they had the ability to be better than the other brother.

Everything that they had then was never based on jealousy or hate between one another, however. Even if many who knew them might have seen them having resentment towards each other growing up. It was just how they were raised. Not by their parents, but by their Grandfather who always had to have a say on everything regarding the boys’ upbringing and always had to take control of everything under his watch.

They were both still young when their Grandfather had made it clear about his intentions, of wanting to be able to watch and judge their growth and choose only one of them as the heir to his business empire. He had also made it clear of his conditions, that the journey of being chosen as one would not be easy, that they both had to work hard for it, to prove which one among them who deserved to be chosen as his heir. And they had to be able to defeat and conquer every obstacle, every competition coming in their way, even if the competition was their own flesh and blood.

Those conditions and how strict their Grandfather had been to them then were the things which had led them to spend years racing to the top and did whatever means necessary to claim their win. The brotherly love between them, although the existence was mostly obscured, had come in the form of rivalry. Which had only kept growing even stronger the older they had gotten, and the closer they were to their prize. Until Min Yoonseok was involved in the crime he was accused of.

Money embezzlement.

The case that had almost brought the Min family’s name towards its downfall.

Yoonseok’s smile turns grim as his thoughts wander to their past. “But I supposed you’re not here only to gloat about your marriage and your favourable outcome from both saving our family’s name and keeping my ass safe from them, are you, little brother?” Yoonseok asks his brother, speaking with a sharp, teasing tone as he leans forward on the desk as far as he could reach with his limbs bound together.

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” Yoongi admits. “I just wanted to see your sad face.”

Yoonseok’s boastful laughs returns, sounding—and looking—more lively this time, apparently entertained by his brother’s wits. Then he once again sobers up, still keeping his smile when he voices out what he knows would be his brother’s intention and the true reason of his visit. “You want to know what happened.”

This time, Yoongi does not even try to deny the facts. He looks over briefly towards the screen above his head, knowing that whatever conversation he is going to have will be recorded, but he knows he can deal with it later. At least, his money and his lawyer would be able to ease his way of getting the record and the guards’ words to keep things under wraps. Then he looks over to the guard, Billy, who is still standing there and acting as a lookout, and sure enough, will be able to keep a secret as long as he is still working under Yoongi’s bidding.

“Yes,” Yoongi finally says to his brother, even before turning to look at him again. He looks deep into his brother’s eyes and says, “I want to know every single thing. And every single person you know would have been involved in it.” He stops briefly, reading the look in his brother’s gaze. “And why you were the one they had chosen to be their scapegoat.”

Min Yoonseok was 16 years old when he joined his family to attend a ceremony at his little brother’s school. He watched Yoongi as the younger brother took the stage to give his valedictorian speech in front of his peers and received an award from winning the science fair right at his final year.

Yoonseok had only been praised less than a week before when he, as the leading captain of his school’s lacrosse team, had brought his team to victory in the city’s annual tournament. But he could not revel in his glory for too long, when he was soon overshadowed by his brother’s achievements and the moving speech he had spoken on his graduation day. The local news talked about his win on the lacrosse tournament for the next two weeks after the game and the trophies were still displayed at his school even after the day he graduated from high school, but all his family had talked about until Christmas day arrived at the end of that year was Yoongi, not only for what he had achieved on that graduation day, but also for gaining their Grandfather’s attention with the little creation that earned his win on the fair.

It was then when he first found out that his brother would be a tough competition to deal with as they grew older and both became more ambitious.

It took no longer than a year to have his thoughts proven.

No matter how many trophies Min Yoonseok had brought home throughout high school, whether they were academic achievements or in sportsmanship, and many more during university, his little brother was always quick to outshine him.

Min Yoongi was never a sportsman like his brother or his father did, but he excelled in other areas which nobody in his family could ever compete.

Yoongi had garnered a lot of attention ever since his first year at high school. First, from being known as the second son from the Min’s family to enter the campus, and second, as the younger brother of Min Yoonseok, who was already well known as the captain of the lacrosse team, class president, and an honourable student who had brought pride to the school on many occasions. And it was more than clear that Yoongi had not been so happy about getting that kind of attention, to be compared to the sibling who was also his biggest rival.

But Yoongi was quick to redeem himself by gaining his own recognition, his own way.

It was proven during those years that the Min brothers were born as leaders, but different in many ways. Yoongi proved it not by following his brother’s footsteps, but by creating his own path. He was not the captain of the school’s sports team, but he was the president of the photography club. He did not fill the school’s ’hall of fame’ area with massive trophies but filled the hallways with photography and art exhibition along with his club, which changed the school’s persona. He was not the class president—even if he had gotten the sufficient vote for it—but he was leading in his class with his excellent grades instead. He still brought home trophies and prizes, through science fairs and music competitions, both local and international. Yoongi was not as intimidating as his brother, nor did he gain fame by it, but was known as being the more approachable and respected one, either by his peers and his teachers. While Yoonseok socialised through his games, parties and sports tournaments, Yoongi was already involved in his parents’ social activities, attending their galas and helping out at his father’s satellite’s offices and did his social studies while helping out with the staffs.

Then things took a turn for Yoonseok as he was slowly reaching adulthood.

Yoonseok was the captain of the rowing team at the university, made close acquaintances with his fraternity brothers and a few groups of people that came close to him for his name. He studied hard, won various championships with his team, came hard into the dating game—it was hard not to when his presence was enough to make all heads turn and female students flocking around him—and partied hard. He had found a way to enjoy his life after years of being sheltered by his family’s—or rather, his grandfather’s—expectations, and lived through it fiercely.

He was still young and he had everything that everyone around him ever wanted then—fame, good looks, good grades, girls lining up for him, and money.

At this point, Yoonseok was getting tired of being called ’the trust-fund baby’ by his own peers. His talent and achievements kept being overlooked—at the university because of his name, in his family because of the wild side he had possessed which his brother did not. Nobody may have understood, but nothing in his life came easy for him. And all the pressure he felt then only made things even harder.

Yoonseok was determined to prove everyone that they were wrong about him, that he was not a regular child of the Mins, and to show everyone what he was capable of. And as he had grown up watching his ambitious grandfather making various connections to people, good and bad, to gain what he had wanted, Yoonseok learned how to create his own connections with people. With his peers from the fraternity house and other rich kids in his classes, he was brewing future alliances for his business. With the more rowdy bunch he came in contact with, he learned all the ins and outs of underground businesses, all the possible challenges and how to deal with the kinds of people who operated on the opposite side of the law.

He may not have been directly involved in their activities then, but he had encountered a few drug trades, money scam operations, illegal gambling, and even black market, all of which happened at his own campus and learned everything he needed. Even if he had been caught numerous times hanging with the wrong crowd, he was pleased to be able to use that knowledge in the future race against his brother. Regardless of how their grandfather had deemed him as reckless and—quoted in his own words—stupid.

Yet it didn’t exactly matter what kind of trouble Yoonseok had gotten himself involved in, because he was still committed to his dreams and goals, to race against his brother for the chance of claiming the inheritance and his rights as an heir. And he had proved it by redeeming himself by graduating as magna cum-laude before returning home victoriously.

The race between the brothers continued on until they had both finished their studies at the university. Yoonseok was entering his third year of working as an intern at the family’s company and being trained personally by their grandfather and father when Yoongi returned from his study abroad, joining him to work alongside him and to be trained under their grandfather’s wings.

And the older brother was already gaining their grandfather’s favour after showing the elder everything he had to prove. It was clear at the time that the elder Min had grown fond of what he was seeing in his grandson who was working hard as his apprentice and was proud to find that Yoonseok held more similarities him.

The Elder Min was quick to acknowledge the older sibling when he saw a little bit of himself in Yoonseok. He could see that Yoonseok had the same ambition and drive, and just like he was, Yoonseok would stop at nothing in getting what he wanted.

Except that he had failed to notice that Yoonseok was also an impatient man. And it was that impatience which led Yoonseok’s path to take another wicked turn.

Yoonseok had overheard his grandfather having a small meeting with his team, unintentionally finding out that they had decided that Yoongi was eligible to be appointed as a manager at one of their branch offices. He was on the way to his grandfather that very day, having prepared a proposal filled with his plans for the company, thinking that he was a step ahead of his brother, only to find out that their grandfather had plans of giving Yoongi a leading position without his knowledge.

In fact, the only time Yoonseok heard his name being mentioned through the discussion was when one of the auditors suspected him of taking illicit profits from the company behind his family’s back. Yoonseok was innocent, yet he began to grow distrust at the people in the company, his brother included, and left the building as soon as he could.

Thinking that everyone was going against him and not knowing that his grandfather already had plans for him, which included training him as the future CEO, Yoonseok immediately started searching for another option. Another way to prove to his grandfather that he would be able to thrive in any other field, independently, if only he had been given chance to, and that he wanted no part in any deviation that may have been caused to ruin his name. He was determined to prove himself once more before he would prove his innocence.

It was at that same month when Bora Kim had started coming to him, making him her confidant as she was dealing with problems happening in her relationship with Yoongi. His little brother had always been so driven with his goals that his lover felt incredibly neglected and craved for attention from another. Yoonseok knew the real reason why his brother had grown distant to her, but kept things to himself, and acted as the good listener that he was so he would be able to have her support in the end.

In return, Yoonseok confided in Bora regarding his intentions, about his needs of getting a chance to prove his ability and to win his grandfather’s trust once again.

Having a notion that the older brother was the one to be appointed the future CEO instead of her lover, Bora Kim offered him help with the objective of opening his path to winning the CEO seat sooner than whatever his grandfather had planned. Yet when she connected him with a few people who were planning a startup company and needing a leader to open their way, he had hesitated for a moment. Until they told him that they had initially tried to contact Yoongi and gave the younger brother the offer first, Yoonseok immediately agreed to buy the startup and lead the team behind it, thinking that he would be once again a step ahead of his brother and succeed on his own.

To gain something good from what his brother had lost and to rub it against his face was his ultimate goal. Never knowing that he was about to lose everything instead.

Min Yoonseok’s company soared to success in the third year after its launch.

He went through the first year building, carving, setting up all the works, before he could finally say that he was on the right path. Then in the second year, all his effort of building alliances all those years since university and his knowledge on tradings and stock market which he learned from his family had finally paid off. He had garnered a sufficient amount of support from the people who had trusted him, all that had vowed to be on his side whenever he was to run his business. Even if it had to end up with him being independent instead of acting as the leader of the family’s company as promised.

Once the first batch of investors gained all the sufficient payouts, more funds came rolling in, more clients came lining up to put their money on his company. New accounts were made, all from the local businesses to the higher companies, and business was thriving.

Everything was going quite smoothly, despite having to deal with his grandfather’s disdain over him leaving the family’s business, that Yoonseok thought there was nothing that could stop him from excelling further. And just when he felt like he was on top of the world, everything went south in a blink of an eye.

“When did you start noticing that something wasn’t right?”

Yoonseok had just finished elaborating the beginning of his end. Going down the memory lane had been something that he dreads the most, when the only times he had gone through it was during the long hours of being interrogated with the agencies and investigators dealing with the case. Even if it is his brother now giving him all the questions, he still seethed about recalling everything.

He looks away from Yoongi, who has been staring at him so deeply since he began his old tale regarding the ill-fated company he bought and built. Only to find out that everything was a cover-up. That he had been coerced to be a part of something cynical and was framed to take the blame when everything had fallen.

Yoonseok should have trusted his own guts when he could feel something was about to go terribly wrong. Instead, he dismissed everything, trusting his legal team when he came to them with abnormalities happening in the company. He laughs bitterly as regret overcomes him, and shame for being so reckless for missing all the signs.

“Dealing with money is such a finicky thing, isn’t it?” he says with a chuckle, while he returns Yoongi’s scrutinising gaze. “They are nothing but numbers on top of a paper, but holds the power to overturn somebody else’s life in a snap of a finger or a scratch of ink.”

He stops, sighing defeatedly while rubbing his head before he goes on. “The money kept flowing in, a lot of good deals were made, and at first, the stock market was marvellous. I was ready to flaunt it to Granddad and tell him that he was making a mistake of not announcing me as his successor.”

Then he continues to elaborate the downfall of what was supposed to be his golden year. When on the fifth year he found more imbalance in the numbers and accountings, when more money kept going missing, he found out that his company had been buying stocks on ghost accounts, blank checks were sent to make payments, and while the numbers in the audited reports kept rising, the money running in the company kept disappearing to dust.

And to top it all, the team that had been with him since the start, the people who had built the start-up and the program he carried on for the company, disappeared without a trace as he tried to come to them for help. Even his legal team was powerless, when every legal paper released for the company was made under his name, and they had no power when people started coming for him.

First, they came to him asking him for his responsibilities, demanding their payment and if not, for their money to be returned. When he had nothing to give them, the lawsuits came flowing in and so did the federal agents who started to accuse him of embezzling his clients’ money. From then, all that was left was chaos. When everyone had turned his back on him, and nobody else was able to solve his mess, he went to the only support he had left.

Bora Kim.

“She sent me into hiding, telling me that she was going to set up some new legal team to back me up and try to think of a way to clean up the mess, track down the money if possible and find out who was responsible for all the mess,” Yoonseok speaks with his jaw tight and his hands shaking. “I hid there for months, expecting good news with no contact to the outside world. I had no idea what was going on while I was there, but I did spend all that time researching what I could, studying everything through all the data works I managed to encounter before I left everything behind.

“And then, when somebody finally came for me, instead of the help Bora had promised me then, the cops and those agents came knocking on the door.” Yoonseok looks up at his brother when he finishes. “And you know the rest of the story.”

Yoongi leans forward, with his hands entangled at the front, he looks into his brother’s eyes. “Let me guess,” he calmly says. “The reason why you didn’t come to the family for help was because of me, wasn’t it? Did you suspect I had anything to do with it?”

“Obviously,” Yoonseok sneers at his brother. “The company was meant for you. I thought they had used your name to lure me into a trap, and when I was already in it, you and that Bora bitch set things up for me to have the fall while you and your precious lover would run away with all that money while I was rotting in jail.”

Yoongi stays calm. As if his brother’s rage has no effect on him at all. Perhaps because he knows that the anger is no longer there. “But you changed your mind.”

Yoonseok has the audacity to laugh. He leans back in his seat and says, “Remember that I had all those data with me when I fled. And they actually gave me some time to study them again during the trial. I no longer have them with me now because the former prison they sent me to had confiscated everything when I tried to prove that there was someone else behind the missing funds.”

“Who are you suspecting?”

“A lot of people,” Yoonseok says with a shrug. “Bora was definitely one of them. I only found out after that her father was a stockbroker. She must have learned a lot from dear Daddy to know enough on how to put me down.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes as he listens. He had known about this fact and to hear it from his own brother himself confirms the fact that everything was a setup from the get-go.

“And then that Police Commissioner who had insisted to handle my case first hand. What was his name? Juno? Junho?” Yoonseok says nonchalantly, although his grin widens when he sees the recognition in his brother’s eyes. “Did you know that instead of sending his subordinates to inspect and interrogate me, he had come to me himself, presenting all the incriminating files straight to my face before I could defend myself? Bet he’s been living quite a nice life after putting me in jail and won something out of it. Didn’t he get elected as governor right after? Using my case to promote himself and everyone who had been allegedly conned by me gave all their votes and support to that imbecile?”

Yoonseok can still recall the day when Kim Junho came to him in the interrogation room for a one on one conversation with him. The man came in with his head held high, a smugness that could only mean that he knew he was winning.

“Why am I the only one here? I’m not the one you should be questioning,” Yoonseok told him then, in front of the lawyer who had been appointed to him by the court and the District Attorney filing against him.

“If not you, then who, Mr. Min?” The man challenged him with a grin, while Yoonseok could feel the bile rising in his throat.

“I can give you names,” Yoonseok continued to say, determined to bring forth the truth, and if not to clear his name, at least he was not about to go down alone in all of this chaos. He knew that he could make some kind of a deal to lessen the charges against him by bringing down everyone who he deemed responsible.

But as soon as he saw the look on their faces, those demeaning gazes falling on him, he knew right away that every effort he would try to do would be fruitless.

“Names? What names, Mr. Min? The people you conned and stolen money from?” Kim Junho continued to sneer at him. Then he opened the folders he had carried with him onto the desk between them, spreading each sheet of paper for him to see. Yoonseok’s signature appeared on every one of them, including all the blank checks his former clients had submitted to the police for evidence.

“Do you see this? There is no other names listed there but yours, Mr. Min. Your name is the only one listed on the company and on every single one of these papers.”

The visiting hours come to an end once Yoonseok is done talking and the brothers end their conversation. Neither of them says anything to each other when the guard comes in to pick him up.

Yoongi stands by the desk a bit longer to witness his brother being taken back in. Just as Yoonseok reaches to the end of the room, he stops at the doorway and turns around.

“Can I ask you a question?” He suddenly asks, demanding his brother to meet his eyes. Yoongi merely gives him a nod. “Have you always believed that I was innocent?”

Yoongi’s lips curl downward. “No,” he answers truthfully, knowing that it would be worthless to lie. “I trusted the law, and you weren’t exactly the most honest person either back when it happened. You have always been so sly in getting your way, so I wasn’t completely surprised when the news got out.”

Yoonseok chuckles at his brother’s answer, but not surprised. He had expected to hear it. “I see,” he hums while nodding slowly. “What changed?”

Yoongi falls silent for a moment, as if contemplating on whether or not he should mention it. “Someone told me to listen to your side of the story.”

“Did they?” Yoonseok raises his brows. “Who?”

“The very same cop who had collected those evidence which had placed you behind bars. He told me to give you a visit,” Yoongi quickly answers, while the memory of his private meeting with Jungkook weeks ago comes to mind. “I had already tried to see you right after the court and they wouldn’t let me talk to you. I didn’t think much of it at first, but when the man I had thought would be a part of the people who had tried to get in my way of seeing you convinced me to try again, I just knew that there is more to the story.”

“Huh. The irony,” Yoonseok scoffs and chuckles bitterly. He shakes his head slowly before he turns around to leave the room, leaving Yoongi with his final thoughts, “Good to know that you still listen to your guts. I know I should have.”

It should be any minute now.

You look around the hallway, eyes scouring left and right to make sure that nobody would notice you being here, hidden in one secluded corner at the opposite side of the elevator lobby. Wouldn’t it be such a sight to find the boss’ temporary partner crouching nearby the emergency exit like a thief? Even all of the most logical explanations would not be able to help you get away with it if anyone should start asking questions.

That is exactly why you need to move fast and make sure nothing could go wrong.

You turn your attention back towards the secured elevator and continue to wait, getting even more impatient as the time slowly comes, hoping that nothing could spoil your plan. You have spent weeks and months observing this area, and have known for sure that most of the staffs would prefer to stay away from this private lobby, especially during this kind of hour. Only the higher, more important staffs are allowed to be here, yet they would usually stay clear from the area—for the same reason why you are here at the moment.

Hoisting up the thick manila folders you are carrying, holding them up against your chest with one arm as you look down on your wristwatch on the other to glimpse at the time.

4:58 PM

Huffing a deep breath, you avert your focus back on the elevators, noticing how one of them have started to make its journey down from the top floor. Your heart races as you wait. In only a couple of minutes from now, one of those doors would be opened and they are going to come out.

You have memorised the pattern perfectly. Every single day at exactly 5:00 PM, Kim Taehyung, escorted by a team of five security guards, will walk out of that elevator. They come from the server room on the top security floor upstairs to head down to the security post at this floor for the shift change. They will be out of sight until the night shift security team escort Taehyung back upstairs before he would retire for the night. You have never once, during the months you have spent here, witnessed this pattern changing. Even the guards have always been the same five people you have seen. And among those strict and well-trained security guards, he will always be there, walking a few steps behind from the rest of the group. The one guard you have come to be familiar with in the name of Holt.

Holt, who has a set of wheat-coloured hair on his head which he has always kept neatly combed to the back until his shift is over.

Holt, who has always returned your small greetings with his small smile while the others would just stiffly nod.

Holt, who hangs his security keycard under his vest on his left waist.

Just this morning, after noticing Kim Taehyung’s absence for the last three days, you have confirmed that the man is currently away on his regular business trip. And courtesy to Amber, the chatty cat who keeps herself updated to every single news and gossips in the office and has always been pleased enough to share, you have found out that the youngest of the cousins would not be returning until another week.

After Kim Namjoon left work an hour earlier than usual due to some ’business deal’ he needed to take care of, and you watched Kim Seokjin retreating from the office at 3:00 PM—another pattern you have noticed from the cousins—you saw the window of opportunity to make your move, to attain something which you have been aiming for weeks.

A way in.

This was the only chance you cannot afford to lose. The contract with the cousins would only allow you to stay until after the election day and time is ticking fast. Even if the alarm bells inside your head keep warning you about the possibility of something going terribly wrong, you force yourself to ignore it and keep on going.

There is no more time to lose, you told yourself earlier, when your anxiety kept talking you out of it. By reminding yourself about it over and over again, you managed to slip out of your office on time, escaping the staff who had been assigned to keep an eye on your every move to get here.

The sound of the bell from the elevator pulls you out of your thoughts, and you slither further back against the walls to hide while watching closely as the doors open. Two security guards walk off first, conversing seriously to each other in soft murmurs without noticing you there as they walk past. The third and fourth guards walk off right behind, one with his eyes set forward and away to the hallways while the other is looking down on his communication system, listening in to someone who is instructing on a certain ’pick up’ across town.

Then, the last guard finally steps off. The light-haired guard in the name of Holt. And no Kim Taehyung on sight.

Once the elevator doors are closed shut behind him, and the distance between Holt and the other guards expands, you finally push forward to make the move. While Holt looks down on his watch, you fasten your footsteps and rush into his path, deliberately colliding yourself against his hard body. As you are propelled away from him on the impact, he catches your arm before you manage to fall back, making you lose your grip on the manila folders you were carrying. You feign a gasp as all the contents from the folder—all twenty-something pages of copied presentation you were supposed to shred to pieces earlier today—are scattered on the floor around your feet.

“Oh!”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

Both of you speak at the same time before crouching down to the floor.

“It’s my fault, don’t worry,” you tell him, sending him a quick bashful smile before focusing on collecting the papers.

“Here, let me help,” he says, smiling kindly as he comes to his knees.

Kneeling down next to him to slowly gather the papers, you slowly move closer until you are close to being pressed onto his left side, while he rushes to collect your mess.

“You really don’t have to do this, you know,” you keep making a conversation, distracting him. “I’m such a klutz. I was such in a hurry to get back upstairs that I wasn’t looking.”

“That’s fine, Ma’am,” he says, glancing over his shoulder briefly as he crawls on the floor to help you. “You’re probably already thinking of coming home to your husband, right?”

You feel a tinge of guilt as you watch the built man crawling on the floor to carefully gather up the mess you created, not even knowing that none of them actually worth anything anymore as he makes sure not to crumple them in his big hands. The guilt intensifies as he glances again with a concerned look and a warm smile, as if trying to reassure you that he doesn’t really mind helping you at all.

But as he looks away to reach the farthest set of papers that are completely out of your reach, you reach back into your pocket and swiftly make the swap before he notices what you are doing behind his back.

You hold the manila folder tightly in your arms once every single paper and the small notes have been retrieved from the floor, feigning a relieved sigh as you head to wait for the elevator to return.

“Thank you again, really. You should probably get going now, I’ve taken a lot of your time already,” you say to him, pushing down the guilt that keeps rising in your chest as he even takes his time to push the elevator button for you.

“It’s not a problem, Ma’am. But I do have to get going,” he says, turning away with a nod. “Have a safe trip home, Ma’am.”

After a quick ’thank you’, you watch silently as Holt walks away. The fake keycard peeking from under his vest, bumping against his waist on every single step he makes, while the keycard you had taken from him feels hot inside your pocket.

— Five Days Ago —

“Tell me again why does she have to be the one to do all this?”

Jimin stood beside you with his arms crossed over his chest, his glaring eyes were set on Jungkook, demanding some explanations. It was quite rare to find him standing in such a stance whenever you were having these small meetings; standing protectively at your side instead of lounging back in a seat with his notes or laptop, documenting everything that was happening inside this room. It was at one of these moments when he finally reminded you about his role in all of this, that he was not only responsible in acting as your husband’s private assistant, but he was also needed to be there to report about your daily wellbeing to your father.

“Your husband is not the only man I am working for.”

“Correction. She doesn’t have to do it, she wanted to,” Jungkook sneered at him, though he stayed on his seat, still meddling with the device he was tweaking on as he was also presenting it to the whole group, showing everyone how it worked. “And now that we are basically halfway there, we have no other choice but to let her be the one to finish the job.”

To that, Jimin scoffed. But before he had the chance to say anything about it, Jungkook kept on talking. “It’s not like we have any other option except for her, do we? If we put someone else inside the building, wouldn’t they be drawing too much attention? Wouldn’t they be even more suspicious about it?”

Jimin pressed his lips together, hating the fact that Jungkook had made a lot of sense. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it.

“Jimin,” you called for his attention by gently tugging on his arm. “It’s okay. I already told you that I won’t make the move until I’ve made sure everything is checked out. If I sense any trouble or danger then I’ll back off and we can regroup after to make a new plan.”

Jimin glanced over to Yoongi before he said anything. Seeing that the husband himself seemed to be silent and had chosen to not say a thing, he could only sigh defeatedly. “Fine,” he said while returning to his seat. “I’ll have you know that I’m not getting my ass whooped—again—if anything happens to you.”

You could not resist the smile coming onto your face to the memory of the previous ’ass whooping’ he had gotten from your husband, his own best friend, after the man had secretly sent you into hiding and straight to your father’s arms. You could tell that Jimin really was concerned about how you were putting yourself straight in danger. And it was clear to see that he felt that way not only as someone who was working with both most important men in your life, but also as a good friend. And you knew that while he was basically insinuating on how afraid he was of what your father would think if he had found out, if he had known Jimin didn’t even try to stop you, it was all nothing but an act. It was just his way of showing you that he cared.

“I’ll be careful,” you told him again, before turning to look at your husband.

Yoongi had been surprisingly silent throughout the whole conversation, when he was the one who had voiced out his reservations upon your involvement since day one. Sitting on his seat next to you, he gave his full attention on what was unfolding around him but nothing to say. He had masked his expression with his classic stoic look, his elbow propped on the chair’s armrest as he held his hand over his lips. But you could easily tell how hard he was thinking at the moment.

If only you knew what it was about.

“Now that we have that part cleared out, can we please get back to this?” Jungkook’s impatient voice made you turn your head to him again. Any curiosity you had regarding your husband’s attitude would have to wait.

Jungkook held up the tiny device he was working on between his fingers, reminding everyone the very purpose of today’s immediate meeting. He had occupied the desk where the main computer was placed, as usual, as he was the only one who knew well how to operate all the computers and the fancy equipments Hoseok had left behind compared to anyone else in the room.

Despite being small and inconspicuous, the small device would play a huge role on the next step you were about to make. Disguised as a flash drive, the device carried a program which would be able to infiltrate any system once plugged into a computer. Every single data retrieved by the program would be downloaded into the drive, and it would manipulate the main server system into sending everything using an anonymous IP address, straight to the data server waiting here in your base camp.

Designed by Jung Hoseok himself, you had believed that it was the same device Hoseok had used the night he perished at SS Novelties’ now abandoned factory. Although the real device itself was gone along with the missing hacker, he had left behind the blueprint of its design in his computer, which was retrieved by Jungkook only a month prior. The detective had been developing the new drive ever since, giving it a little tweak to make it work just the way he needed it.

With this newly made and re-designed device, every data collected by the program would only be sent away, directly to the server in this base camp. Meanwhile, whatever data downloaded into the drive would be instantly eradicated the minute the program within it has stopped running.

But as he was not as skilled as the hacker, the drive had one flaw.

While the original drive would have been able to do its deed, as long as it was plugged into any computer which was linked into the main server, this new device would not be able to do the same. To make it work, it had to be plugged in directly into the computers in the main server room, the center of it all, where all the database were contained.

And this was where you were needed.

For being the only one with the access to move in and out of the building, you were the only one who would be able to do it from within. The only thing you needed and was lacking of was the access to enter the secured floors, to reach the areas which were prohibited for you to enter.

Again, Jungkook had prepared something to help you with it.

You had told him about the possibility of getting an access card through a security guard you have encountered during your time in Joho World’s building, and it gave him the idea to make use of it. Once he was done coaching you on how to operate the device, he presented something else to assist you.

“I have made a ‘clone’ using the guest access card I got when I came to give Kim Namjoon a ‘visit’ a while ago. I was hoping that they would let you have one of your own once you’re working there, but since we’re falling short on that one, we’re lucky I managed to snatch one of these instead of returning it to them before I got out,” he said, as he handed you a cloned version of the guest access card which he had altered to look exactly like a top security keycard.

He had somehow managed to copy the exact design, using the pictures you had secretly taken during your encounters with those guards.

You still resented the fact that you were not allowed to have your own access to go around the areas inside the building. As if the cousins had been so determined to always keep track of your moves, Namjoon had insisted to always stay close. Wherever you had to go, you would be needing him to help escort you through the building. If he was not around, then his assistant would gladly take over the deed. You were under their constant surveillance, limiting your movement to make sure you would always be under their watchful eyes.

“I don’t care how you’re going to do it, but once you get your hands on the keycard you need and swap it with this forged one, you have to move fast. It wouldn’t take long for anyone whose card you are stealing from to notice that he or she could only use it to pass the front entrance and the main elevator, not the secured areas. Once you miss the chance, you won’t be able to make your move without raising suspicions.”

Jungkook was strict with his instruction, as he had always been. He had gone through so much trouble in setting up all the preparations needed, using all the resources he could find in order to do so. Failure on the mission is something you could not afford to have. Not when you have gone this far.

“Got it.” You gave him a firm answer and a nod, wanting to reassure him—and yourself—that you were ready. You would be ready.

“When do you think would be the best time to move?” Jimin was the one who was asking. The irritation he had plastered on his face before had been replaced with a concerned look. He appeared to have started to accept the fact that there was nothing stopping this whole mission from happening.

“The staffs would have their hands full with the campaign trips starting next week. I’ve heard that the cousins would be out of the office a lot. I need to know what Namjoon has in plan for me during those times before I can arrange my next move,” you calmly answered him. You had memorised the staffs’ schedules perfectly, and you had set your mind to do it right at the time when people would be too distracted to notice the change in your pattern.

The only thing left for you to do was to make sure the cousins’ whereabouts when the time would come. While the two older ones have their own strict work schedules, the youngest of the Kims was quite unpredictable. “I will let you know once I get the opportunity to do it.”

Jungkook nodded. “Next week. It should be good enough,” he said. “The device would be fully ready by then. I’ll have enough time to do a few test drives before I can be sure that it’s stable enough for you to use it.”

Your heart started beating faster. Despite your effort of showing everyone how ready you were to do this, you could not deny that your nerves were going all places knowing that it was almost time for the first attack. Somewhere deep in your guts, you could tell that something big was happening. And it made you want to move even faster, before anything could go wrong.

Before fear got the best of you and you would change your mind before making it happen.

As your anxiety slowly surged forward inside your chest, you turned to Yoongi, feeling his hard gaze staying on you during the exchange between you and the detective. He had been eerily silent through it all when you had expected him to ask you to reconsider. Even if he was showing nothing when you met his eyes, you could tell that he was silently dreading all of this.

You kept your eyes on him, wishing that you could read whatever it was that went through his mind. But as his gaze darkened, you already knew that whatever he wanted to say regarding the plan you were currently brewing together with the others, he would be showing it to you, rather than using words to express it, once you were all alone with him.

And you were completely right.

Once you have both returned home and you were left alone with your husband, he wasted no time to pull you straight into the bedroom. Within moments, you found yourself being tossed onto the bed, landing on your back. The mini skirt you had been wearing all day—one of the requirements he had given for whenever you were set to spend the whole day with him at his office��was pulled up to your hips with the impact.

Yoongi stood at the foot of the bed, his suit and tie had been discarded hours ago, leaving him in his dress shirt and fancy pants you had chosen for him this morning. His eyes travelled down your exposed legs, stopping briefly when he caught the sight of your panties peeking from between your parted legs, before his dark gaze trailed all the way up to meet yours.

He gave you his full attention as he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze kept growing dark as his chest began making its appearance, challenging you while he made you wait. You chose to lie still, knowing that it would be better to let him have the control. It was the only thing you could give him to make up for having taken that control earlier through the meeting.

As he chucked his shirt off his shoulders and away onto the floor, Yoongi’s gaze grew more feral. He looked as if he was overcome with both rage and impatience as he roughly tugged his belt and pants off. Down to only wearing his boxers, he drank the sight of you in with eyes filled with desire before murmuring, “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Pushing yourself up to your knees, you mirrored him as you slowly took off your blouse. You watched him run his tongue slowly over his lips as you revealed the lacy bra you wore underneath, then once the obscuring blouse was out of your hands, you reached down to take off your skirt only to have him stopping you.

“Leave it on,” he grunted, the firm tone he was using left no room for discussion and you quickly obeyed. “Lie down on your back.”

You followed his instruction, moving ever so slowly as you lowered down on your back. Yoongi planted his knees onto the bed and climbed up, taking your ankles in his hands and gently pried them open, once again sending your skirt hiked up to the hips.

Yoongi moved deliberately slow as he took his place between your legs, as if he was stalking his prey. From the look in his eyes, you knew that you were the prey he aimed to devour.

“Your legs have been taunting me all day long. I have wanted to touch them so badly, to run my fingers up your skin whenever you moved around me. It kept distracting me from my work that I couldn’t focus on anything but you,” he breathed out, his voice came close to sound like a soft purr as he started to glide his fingers up the inner side of your legs. You knew that he was letting you feel the tension, the anticipation, which brought forth the heat pooling down on your center.

“This skirt—” he said, the moment the tip of his fingers reached the hem of your skirt, skimming along the line with his eyes looking down on it, “—really made your legs look so undeniably mouthwatering it was torturing me.”

“You were the one who asked me to wear it.”

His eyes moved up, finding yours as he grinned. “All for the good reasons,” he said. “It’s just so bad that I had to wait for hours before I could finally touch you. I’ve come close to throw you on top of my desk and take you right there in my office more than once, but things kept getting in our way I could barely stop myself from snapping.”

You bit your lips as you thought about today. You had known what the skirt—and the heels that came with it—would do to him, so you had made sure to always grab his attention and spent the whole day tempting him with it. From crossing your legs when you sat in front of his desk while he was working, brushing your thigh against him when you walked past his seat, to deliberately swaying your hips whenever you walked around him.

It was more than obvious what he had desired to do to you when you were in the privacy of his office. But it was a long, busy day, and obstacles kept getting in the way. It all came in the form of his piling work; from the sudden meetings, the conference calls, staff report briefings. Even if you had found yourself coming close to letting him take you in his office, either on his desk or on his massive-sized working chair, you had decided that teasing him would worth much better that you ended up being the one making him wait even longer. Whenever he came to you with his advances, you would turn away and hand over paperworks to distract him. And you did so more than once that you could feel his frustration brimming by the time you both left his office.

“Are you mad at me? For making you wait that long?”

Yoongi pressed his lips tight. “Not as much as how I feel about what you are going to put me through in possibly less than a week.”

“Yoongi, I—”

“Sshh—you don’t have to say anything. And it’s not even a week yet. Starting from tonight until the day comes, I will do everything I possibly could to have you change your mind,” he spoke with his lips grazing your skin, breathing out heavily between each word as he trailed his kisses at the same time he made his promises. “If all fails, I will make love to you every chance I get until it is engraved in your mind that you have a reason to return safely to me.”

Yoongi moved painstakingly slow, tracing the skin on your inner thighs with his hot mouth. His hands pried your legs wider for him as he kept making his way up, nibbling on your skin as he went, until you felt his mouth pressing down right at your center.

His hot lips moved hungrily over your lace panties, leaving wet traces along your covered slit, a mixture of his saliva and your arousal that was flowing like a river. He gave a long, luxuriating suck when he felt your quivering clit through the thin fabric shielding you from him, before he started moving up and down your covered slit, trailing every inch he could reach with his searing kisses.

He used his fingers to part your nether lips, making your clit poking up against the fabric, which he took into his mouth. The feeling of his hot mouth devouring your core made your panties feel like it was nonexistent, you could not even imagine how much he would be affecting you if only there was no barrier holding you back from him.

You slightly jumped when he added more pressure against your wet warmth, your body jolted as pleasure ran through your body like a shockwave, forcing Yoongi to grip at your hips to keep you still.

“Yoongi, more. Please—”

Yoongi responded with a hum before giving your swollen clit another harsh suck. A loud cry escaped you, as the sudden spasm of your first climax made its presence.

Your hands fisted into his soft hair as you rolled your hips, chasing the increasing pleasure. Your sex pulsed against the soaked panties, as if something within you had been ignited even if you had yet to have him inside you. Yoongi could feel it throbbed against his tongue and he held on, sucking you through it, adding his teeth between each suck for more friction. It drew out your climax and rocked through your body before slowly ebbing away.

As you started to come down, Yoongi pulled back, rolling your skirt down your hips and off your quivering legs within seconds. He didn’t care where the flimsy thing had fallen to as he tossed it away, as he quickly dived right back in and on top of you. While you had expected for him to return to your hot center and continued where he left off, he merely skimmed over your covered clit with one hard suck and trailed his tongue up towards your navel, his eyes were already locked on your heaving chest.

“And these—” he trailed his lips up to your breasts and licked your nipples through the thin lace of your bra, tasting one taut peak at a time, until you could feel them hardening they started to hurt. “I could practically see them through your thin blouse whenever you leaned down or when you were leaning close to me. I’ve wanted to put my mouth on them since you came out of the closet this morning—”

He grunted at the memory of watching you walk out towards him this morning, teasing him with a look before pulling him out of the room. “If only we didn’t have to leave home—” he murmured against the swell of your breasts, still eager to suck at your nipples in deep hunger between the words he said, “—I would have spent the whole day tasting them between my mouth.”

As you whimpered to the eager suckles he gave to the peak of your breasts, he pulled back and pushed the straps off your shoulders. His kisses moved around the mounds even as he was swiftly unclasping the hook, finally ridding it off your skin.

You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to create some friction between your legs as he licked and sucked on your bare skin, up and down and around the curve of your breasts. He didn’t let on his lustful treatments on your body as he reached between you and slid your panties down, not even as he took off his boxer briefs along with it.

Once every piece of fabric on your bodies was gone, you had to do everything you could to hold back from wrapping your legs around him and rubbed against his erect mast. The need to have him inside you was strong, but you reminded yourself that his need for taking control may be even stronger. So you sucked your breath and let him take his time.

You could not deny the way he was able to control your body with his gentle touches and how much you loved what he did to your body. The way your skin hummed when he found the sensitive spots on your body which he had memorised. The way his mouth moved, taking and nibbling on your taut nipples, one peak at a time, before he trailed his hot lips all the way up to the column of your throat, moving to suck the soft skin there, until your body turned so hot it made you feel like you were burning for him.

Then as you were lost in lust, you felt his hard cock pressing against your bare center. The moment you felt his girth twitched against you, your hips jumped up to chase it.

Yoongi took his erection in his palm, brushing it along your slit. The slick noises that came out as he moved up and down your soaking heat made it clear on how much your body had been affected to him.

“Sweetheart,” he grunted. “You’re dripping.”

He continued to run his tip along your folds, making sure to brush against your clit until your hips shuddered and your legs quivered each time he moved against it.

“Please, Yoongi,” you gently plead to him. Your hips kept swivelling beneath him, wishing that you could thrust up and have him slide inside of you. “Please, I want you—”

Yoongi nips at your lips, kissing you gently to drown your whimpers. “Patience, wife. I want to savour every moment. I want your body to remember everything.”

His words had only caused you to let go of your last restraint and you thrust up against him, pressing your hot center against his length, only to have him stopping you with his tight hold on your hips.

“So eager. So needy for me,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. You opened your eyes, your gaze was filled with haze and tears, but you could still see the amused look in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying himself, and pleased to have you pleading with need.

“Only for you, Yoongi. Please. Please fuck me.”

“No,” he said, making you whine desperately. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I’m making love to you tonight. Over—” he said as he lined up the tip of his cock on your entrance, “—and over—”, he slowly pushed in, “—and over again,” he said with a grunt, pushing harder this time until he was within you, while you screamed as your throbbing passage was spread and filled with his girth.

He started by moving slowly, keeping a steady rhythm as he slid his length in and out of your clenching walls. Once he reached deep into the hilt, he started moving his hips steadily, adding pressure on his thrusts once he found the sensitive spot deep inside you that made your walls squeeze tight around his girth and soft wails came rolling out of your lips.

Already you were feeling it coming, the delightful spasms that marked the rising pleasure. Still sensitive from the previous treatment he gave you that it sent you to your second climax sooner than you had thought. He felt it as you pulsed against his mast, and he made you relish on the feeling by keeping it slow, taking his time to draw it longer. You reached down and moved your hands around him, pressing your palms against his bottom cheeks to push him deeper. With that one move, he started pounding harder, increasing his pace on each thrust he gave you.

You moved your hips, thrusting up when he pushed in. Soon you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, your hot sex swelled and tightened around him, before you let go and embraced your release.

Yoongi kept thrusting in and out of you all the way through your climax, changing his pace from fast to slow, rapid and steady, making the spasms of your orgasm feel like it would never end. Deep grunts vibrated from his body that you could feel it in yours with him being so deep inside you. Your palms gripped harder around him, and so did your legs. It felt like your body had melted together and become one as you were lost in your bliss. All you felt was him, inside you, on top of you, before he let you taste him.

He moaned out your name as he pressed his lips on yours. Your cries slowly turned into soft wails against his kiss, before they were drowned into his mouth as he pushed his tongue in, devouring you entirely from top to bottom.

Losing your breath and feeling the intense pleasure rising instead of falling, you felt the roll of his hips became tighter and more urgent, his low grunts became more constant with a few moans mixing in between. By the pace of his thrusts that kept on going, growing both rapid and irregular as he went, you knew he was close. Just as you felt your whole body tightening around him once again, his whole body started to shake.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up—,” he breathed out. His face contorted with pleasure when he pulled back, releasing your lips so he could let out a low moan. “Fuck, so close,” he murmured.

And then you felt it coming, his muscles clenching tight, his girth twitching and swelling inside your gripping walls. He pushed hard into your pussy and your climax came with strong waves of ecstasy. While at the same time, he came inside of you with jets of his release filling you up and a loud moan coming out through his ragged breath.

It felt like an eternity before the rushing waves of your orgasm started to ebb away. Yoongi was kissing your face gently when you felt it coming down. The hard pounding of your heartbeat and the rushing blood going through your head were slowly settling down when you opened your eyes to look at your husband. Your laboured breathing grew steady, turning into soft content exhales before you smiled at him.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said then, chuckling when you started kissing his jawline. “Feeling okay?”

Nodding to him, you looked into his eyes. “More than okay,” you told him. “How about you?” You bit your lips, waiting for his response while hoping that he could read the real question that underlined what you had asked of him.

He exhaled deeply, kissing the tip of your nose before pressing his forehead against yours. “I will be, as long as you promise to always come home safe to me.”

Cupping his face, you made him look into your eyes. “I will,” you promised him, sincerely, feeling it from deep within your heart that he would be the one to come home to. “Always.”

—Present—

Yoongi had gone straight to see the family lawyer right after he had left the penitentiary where his brother is being held in.

He had no intention of doing anything to help Yoonseok at first, until he had met him in person and listened to his side of the story. He was supposed to make his way back to his office when he left, but the talk had bothered him so much that he immediately arranged to have a detour.

The short meeting with the lawyer didn’t exactly go well when he had come to them and went straight to business, asking them to submit an appeal to the court to have his brother’s case reopened.

“Do you understand what you are about to do?” The lawyer asked him, not truly believing when he had just heard from the young man he had watched growing up through his whole career.

Mr. Han had been working for the Min family for years. He was a young lawyer making his way to be a partner in his father’s law firm when he had first met Grandfather Min, and he had been presenting the family ever since. The firm has the loyalty to their family and had even tried to present Min Yoonseok during his trial years ago, only to be shot down by both the first son of the Mins himself and the grandfather who wanted nothing to do with the case.

He was surprised when Yoongi came knocking on his door today, even more so when he had finally told him what he wanted him to do. The lawyer had never told any of the Min’s family members this, but he had spent years after the trial studying the case. Not that he would tell anyone about it, when his employers themselves had told him not to get involved.

Now that one of the young heirs had come to him with such a request, he may have to let him know about it. But not before he could understand the reason why the younger brother is only now fighting for his sibling.

“Yes. I do understand all the consequences if we’re going through it,” Yoongi said, sighing but still sounding firm.

Mr. Han leaned forward, crossing his hands over his desk with curiosity. “Then why do it at all? Why now?”

“If not now, then when?” Yoongi merely said with a shrug. “I’m not asking you to do it today or tomorrow, but only to look it up and find if there is any possibility that we can make an appeal on his behalf.”

If only the boy knows, the lawyer silently wondered, when he had secretly been preparing all that they may need for it and had found a few grounds to prepare for an appeal. Except that he would still need a few things which he still could not find even after years of digging into the case. “We need some solid proof to do this. To proof his innocence and that he was a fallen victim. A recording of a brother to brother conversation would not be enough.”

Yoongi firmly nodded, looking determined and confident when he made the promise. “I will provide the proof. You just do what you have to.”

It was already late in the afternoon when Yoongi finally got to the office.

Exhausted, and still a little emotional from the dealing with the past and his brother’s plight, he is starting to wish he is back home already where he could relish the comfort of his bed. Perhaps take a hot bath before having a lavish dinner to fill his stomach, preferably with you being a part of both.

His mind has been brimming with hope of returning home to you, to do what he had promised to do to you from last week—to make love to you as he has been every night since the plan was confirmed to be ready to initiate. Then every hope he had was instantly crushed when he received your text just as he was preparing to leave the office.

[05.08 PM] I got it.

There is no need for you to spell it out, but Yoongi understands what it means. That you have managed to get your hands on the keycard which you needed. And Yoongi had already known that you have been carrying the flash drive you had gotten from Jungkook since last Monday.

He should have been able to expect you to be making a move today, after you have been bombarding his phone with texts reporting your situation the whole day.

[04.15 PM] I think I’m ready.

[04.32 PM] The Baron had retreated for the night, the Knight is out of sight. The Tiger won’t be returning until another week. I’m doing it tonight.

All the cryptic messages that came in with the code names were meant to report the situation with the cousins. Insinuating that all three men would be out of the way for tonight. The only chance is now. Yoongi reaches up to his chest and presses his palm against his pulsing heart. He knows all the stakes and the risk you are taking, and he hates it. There is something deep inside his chest, a gut feeling that keeps telling him to stop you.

But he feels incredibly mad knowing that he can’t.

Just as he is in the middle of responding to your text, possibly to find a way to subtly change your mind, a hard knock is heard from his office door.

Resisting a frustrated groan, he pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “Come in.”

He had expected to see his assistant, the only other person in this floor that would leave just as late as he does, to walk into the room the moment the door is opened. But the man who makes his entrance as he looks up turns out not to be Jimin.

“Hello, Mr. Min. I didn’t think you would still be in the office at this kind of hour,” the man says, smiling widely at Yoongi before the host points out the chair where he could sit in.

“What do I owe you for the pleasure of your visit, Namjoon?”

Kim Namjoon’s warm smile turns to a smirk. “I was just around the neighbourhood returning from a meeting, then I came across your driver when I was passing by, so I know you are still in the office. So I figured why not pay you a little visit,” he says with a shrug.

“It’s been a long time since we had last spent some time talking just the two of us anyway, and it would be a shame if I don’t keep in touch with you now what we’re way more acquainted with your wife working along with us on your behalf,” he says. The expression he is giving out seems unreadable as he is talking about you with your husband, and Yoongi cannot say that he likes it.

“I can’t tell if your wife has made it home though, I’m afraid. I left hours ago and I haven’t checked in to see if she had left work safely. Don’t worry, I had made sure that my assistant was keeping her safe while I was gone,” he adds on, with a very tight tone underlying his statement at the end.

Yoongi tightens his jaw, keeping his emotions in check as he responds with a nod. “I should thank you for taking care of my wife while she’s with your men. She usually works a bit too hard,” Yoongi says to him, raising his brows. “You’re not overworking her, are you?”

Namjoon chuckles and raises his hands in a surrender move. “Not me, that’s for sure. She mentioned something about wanting to finish up the project as soon as she could so she can return to you soon. She must have been dreading wasting those hours working away from you.”

“Perhaps,” Yoongi answers with a forced smile.

“Do you have some time tonight? Will she mind if I borrow you for a few hours so we can talk?” Namjoon suddenly asks him before he could say anything else. “You know, catch up a little and talk about something else other than business. For old time’s sake.”

Yoongi purses his lips. He is suddenly pressed between keeping Namjoon here with him to allow you to make your move now or refuse his invitation and warn you to come home. So he does what he knows would the best option.

[06.02 PM] The Knight has made a visit. Will distract him to give you time.

Yoongi had deliberately made a move of lifting his phone on his desk as he was texting you, making sure Namjoon could see that he was contacting you even if he is incapable of reading the message.

“I’ve texted her. She has made plans to have dinner with her father tonight anyway, so it’s such a convenience that I do have some free time tonight,” Yoongi says to Namjoon as he looks up from his phone. “How about getting some drinks while we talk? Will it be okay if we use your car so I can send my driver to pick up my wife?”

“No problem,” Namjoon nods, before pushing himself off his seat.

Yoongi quickly sends you a few more texts as he gathers his things.

[06.05 PM] Yongguk will be on standby.

[06.05 PM] Remember. Come home to me safely.

He has yet to have a chance to put away the phone when your message comes in as a response,

[06.08 PM] Thank you. I will.

Yoongi leads the way as he and Namjoon leave the office, shutting off the lights as he makes his way out with Namjoon in tow. His whole body is tense and his heartbeat is racing inside his chest, forcing his gut feeling to feel even more apparent when he joins Namjoon in his ride. Yoongi hides it well by staying calm and keeping his face from showing how his nerves are getting to him.

He could only start breathing more easily when your message finally comes in for another update, just as the car taking him and Namjoon starts riding through the city.

[06.27 PM] I’m In.

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