Min Yoongi.
A business magnate, and a mafia leader.
You and him were a whole world apart, until fate got your life intertwined.
He would do anything to make you his.
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"The camera, I want them gone, Yoongi."
You looked at him with a weary look, your side glance caught the view outside the glass window.
You were sitting in front of him, inside a restaurant in the heart of Bukchon Hanok Village, where Yoongi took you out for dinner. The establishment was an elegant korean western fusion restaurant, with only twelve square tables set inside a hanok styled old house with concrete floor and moderate height roof. Its interior was designed in combination between traditional architecture and contemporary minimalist style.
The hanok village was composed of many alleys, and was preserved to show a 600-year-old urban environment. The view outside the window from the second floor of where you were seated, was facing a grove of oak trees that shed most of their leaves with some remaining brown ones scattered on its branches. Row of traditional houses had thin snow blanketed over their curvy tiled roofs, some of them decorated with string of yellow light giving them the warm ambience. At the faraway distance, city lights were glowing in contrast with the scenery around the village.
Whenever Yoongi took you out for dinner, he would normally book the private room, or vacate the whole premise, while Sejin and his subordinates stood around the door.
However, tonight you were sitting at one among the five tables that were occupied by other customers. Although, looking at the three empty tables around you with the reserved sign put at the center of it, had you wondered if he actually booked all of those.
You just found out about the installed camera in your room this morning, and decided that if he didn't want to remove it, you would climb up the wall by yourself, you were absolutely resolute. His controlling trait really got on your nerve this time, no matter how much you had used to it.
He leaned on the backrest of the cushioned chair, leg crossed on the other and one hand on the table twirling the wine glass, his eyes were brooding on you.
It was wednesday night, the third day of him staying at home and skipped his work. When he wasn't in his study, he would play the piano or took you for a walk in the garden, had breakfast or lunch together with you and Taehyung, or watching movie at the theater room.
Tonight he had decided to take you out for a date, you just quoted what he said to you. Without Sejin around, only the two of you, he drove the car himself.
Since the moment at the night market, several things about him had changed, and your appetite along with your mood grew slightly better afterwards.
Looking at you with his signature stony expression, he took his phone and tapping on the screen before put it on his ear, his eyes never left you.
"Park? The cameras inside Ms. Jang's room, ... unmount all of them. Yes, now."
He put the phone on the table and looking at you with unreadable look.