Areum stands, feet glued to the ground as a feeling of paralysation ripples through her body.
Her lips fall agape, eyes wide and still.
"Hana?" Yoongi's silky voice softly vibrates against Areum's eardrums, bringing her somewhat back to life.
She blinks, eyes diverting upwards to meet his gaze.
"Right, yeah. Sorry." Areum trips and falls over her words as they roll off her tongue in a messy manner.
Here she was, believing nothing would or could come in the way of her kicking his ass yet, she was already melting from the inside out.
"Come." A small chuckle passes Yoongi's plush lips as he steps to the side, gesturing for Areum to enter.
He subtly shakes his head which subconsciously tilts to the side in a patronising manner.
It was as if he was trying to belittle her, and it was fucking working.
Areum simply hadn't expected such a thing.
Sure, by the looks of it, he was taking baths in gold but nothing could've prepared her for how nervous she was feeling, how on edge.
Once inside Yoongi's penthouse, Areum finds her eyes wondering far and wide, the disgusting amount of luxuries leaving her lost for words.
He was filthy rich and she was just itching to ask how this all happened, how the fuck he got to this position from nothing but rags.
"What are these for, Han?" Areum shudders when Yoongi's cool breath hits the nape of her neck, disturbing the small hairs protecting her skin from infections such as himself.
"What do you mean?" Putting on her best tone of innocence, Areum stands dead still as Yoongi runs his milky hand over the lace of her stocking, taking his time with the intricately detailed fabric.
His hand glides over the top before ruining the peace by snapping the elastic against her thigh.
He stands directly behind her, towering over her small frame as his body hovers near her own, practically touching.
The tension, Areum could already feel it swirling around in her gut, just begging to be explored further.
"Don't act innocent with me, darling. By wearing these, you wanted to tease me, provoke me. Didn't you?" Maybe a small part of Areum wanted to show him that she wasn't the pathetic little girl he used to view her as anymore.
She's a grown, confident woman who cuts throats for a fucking living.
Maybe she wanted to show him what he had been missing out on all those years they were apart and whilst he didn't even care to visit her once while she was doing time, Areum was building her emotional strength up to become one cold-blooded mother fucker.
"Well . . ." Areum finally builds the courage to turn around and face him, a seductive glint in her eyes, followed by an unmissable spark of mischief.
"Aren't you provoked?" With all rational thinking having dissipated from Areum's mind, she skilfully runs a dainty hand down Yoongi's chest, feeling the warmth from his skin seep through the thin material of his shirt to merge with her own.
"The only thing that's provoking me is the fact that my apartment isn't spotless because the supposed housekeeper prefers to be a little slut. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Areum's eyes seethe with anger when Yoongi has the audacity to run a hand over her cheek, his words filled to the brim with nothing but venom.
Despite wanting nothing more than to bark back, Areum simply bites her tongue, scared of blowing her cover when she'd gotten this far without crumbling.
That's not to say that another uncalled for comment wouldn't tip her over the edge and send her straight to boiling point.
Yoongi simply chuckles as he watches the maid in distress stomp over to the other side of the room, steam erupting from her pretty head.
Areum scoops up a bucket before filling it with hot water and plenty of bubbles, her mind having left her body the moment she stepped through the damn door.
Little did Areum know that the next turning through Yoongi's apartment would send the heavy bucket crashing to the ground, followed by her own sanity.
Photos upon photos.
Links upon links.
It was all fucking here.
Every single detail about Areum's life, from her childhood to her relationship with fucking Jimin.
Her mouth turns dry as she stands, frozen in place while water begins to soak her feet.
"Oh, how could I forget!" The menacing sound of Yoongi's voice poisons Areum's mind like the plague.
That's if there was anything left to poison.
Her body turns numb, legs converting to jelly at the realisation which had just struck her like fucking lightning.
"I added to the collection of 'Serpentine.' Areum hears the clinking of Yoongi's boots against the glass floor, stalking somewhere behind her like a damn creeper.
"What do ya think, Han?" On instinct, Areum delves into the confinements of her dress before pulling out the pocket knife Jimin had given her.
It gleams beneath the sunlight, almost prettily.
"You wanna know what I fucking think, Yoon?" Even with a knife pressed to his neck, Yoongi's expression remains emotionless, almost as if he was expecting this to happen all along.
Areum's brain begins to rapidly connect the dots, just like the ones connecting her face to precise knowledge on the board behind.
"No, doll. You wanna know what I think?" The tables turn, all in the flash of an eye as Yoongi pulls out an all-too familiar weapon.
He presses it to Areum's heart, metal digging into her visible cleavage while all she can do is pray and hope this was all one, fucked up nightmare.
"Your skills in this industry are fucking dying, along with you, Yuri."
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