As the best assassin in the Embassy yearning for another job to do, Lee Nari's newest mission caught her off guard: kill Kim Seokjin.
Killing a wealthy prince of a well known kingdom seemed pretty easy to Lee Nari. But with the prince's protector, J...
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A COUPLE of hours and a shit ton of drinks later, majority of the group was having the time of their lives. Seokjin and Jia were such enthusiastic beings as they partied on the dance floor for hours. Namjoon was painfully flirting with girls as he was drunk and Nari had absolutely no clue where Yoongi currently was.
She had drank even more than her boyfriend and yet here she was, using her strength to support him as he grumbled against her body.
She drags Jungkook to the royalties room, pushing the beads to the side. Her eyes instinctively widen when she spots Yoongi sitting on one of the couches. Only he wasn't alone, as he dangerously made out with one of the innocent waitresses.
Nari's lips gaped as she sees Yoongi's hand slide to the girl's ass, squeezing as it she straddled him. Nari grumbled, rolling her eyes and sighing at the sight. "Gross." She muttered before loudly setting Jungkook onto the couch.
Jungkook groans, his eyes shut as he plops down. The waitress on Yoongi jumps at the sudden presence in the room as she turns around and breaks from their kiss. Yoongi stressfully sighs upon noticing an exhausted looking Nari and a fucked up Jungkook.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like we'll have to continue another time." Yoongi tells the girl, swiftly pushing her off of him. The waitress kind of sat there on the couch, stunned and a bit shocked that the boy would completely disregard her like that.
Yoongi sighs as he stands to his feet. "I'll get him water." Yoongi muttered, walking past Jungkook on the couch.
The boy could continue his make out with the waitress, however, he had been doing this for months; taking care of Jungkook when he got so fucked. It was like a natural instinct at this point.
It didn't matter how many times Yoongi showed it through his actions, he would never admit he cared about the boy as much as he did.
Jungkook suddenly peers his eyes open. Upon noticing a hazy looking Yoongi walking past him, he abruptly springs up and traps Yoongi's legs into his arms.
Yoongi's eyes widened as he watched the younger boy hug him tight. "Hyung!" Jungkook loudly whined, his grip tightening. "I love you."
Yoongi's cheeks instinctively turned a light pink at the sudden words from the boy, a bit flustered by the action. He suddenly huffs, shaking the boy off of him. "Get the fuck off me." He grumbled, kicking the boy off.
Jungkook's hands fall to his side as he watches Yoongi walk off and push through the beads at the entrance. He sighs, sitting back onto the couch. "He hates me, Nari. I know it." Jungkook frowns.
Nari sits herself beside Jungkook, bringing her hand to his hair as she pushed it back and away from his forehead. "No, he doesn't." She cooed, soothing his hair in such a caring manner. "He loves you too, he's just bad at expressing his feelings."
