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2. SUGA

It was often that the Min Mafia arranged parties and this really annoyed Yoongi. Min Yoongi, was the son of the boss of the Min Mafia, the mafia which shared with the Kim Mafia in Daegu, South Korea. They didn't really share tho. They had opposite sides and halved the city, and crime was unstable and anyone was untrustworthy.

His mother and his father had arranged this huge party, for Yoongi's birthday. Obviously something he hated. Today? Of all days, when he just wanted to be himself and rap. Just today. His older brother, Min Geumjae burst in through the door. "Hey, SUGA! You coming?"

SUGA was his nickname from his brother because he was pale and his smile was sweet (like sugar) and because it stood for shooting guard, like the position he played in basketball.
"You change everything. Even your life. You change the light bulbs, you fix the toilet, you even clean the dishwasher. And you can't even change your life for once night? It's your birthday for hell-sake. Just enjoy it!" Geumjae grinned and exited the door.

God. Enjoy it? How would that even be remotely possible? Who knows? Maybe everyone could leave him alone for a day? "Come on, Grandpa.." chuckled Geumjae, laughing. Yoongi groaned.

He couldn't believe that stupid toad. "Grandpa, my ass." He muttered, walking out of his door and down to the party. Geumjae was becoming more and more annoying as he got older. "If he doesn't watch his back, I'll kill him with my bare hands." Yoongi muttered again.

He then sat down at the family table, which was littered by drinks, wines and every type of concoction possible. Great. His parents would definitely be drunk again. And he hadn't even had anything to have at his own party, more like his own cake anyway. But amongst that there were heaps of people here..

The only person sitting at the table though was his cousin, who was clearly not too drunk to be talking so bravely. "Your hope. That's something, SUGA. Once hope becomes a symbol, you cannot kill it. Give it a name, and it will never truly die. You have to dismantle it and let the world watch on as it crumbles in on itself." She croaked. Her name was Min Jae.

"My hope?" Yoongi asked. He'd never been too concerned about his hope. Nevertheless, he was never too concerned about anything. He was always straight forward with everything so really, he didn't need to be concerned. So he got up, wished her the best and whooshed off into the ballroom.

He looked around and then smiled as the candles in the ballroom seemed to flicker been his father picked up his mother and danced with her. Until... he noticed a woman wearing a gorgeous red dress with one slit in the side. He'd never noticed how beautiful she looked like in that dress but only cared about her facial expressions. And they all said: KILL.

She had a bow and arrow, with the arrow in her quiver. She had her arrow aimed at Yoongi's chest, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she pulled the the bowstring taut and prepared to let the arrow fly - but then Yoongi tilted his head and looked more directly at her, finding her in spot, as if he'd known she was there all along.

And indeed he did.

So he winked.

"Come here." Yoongi whispered to her and he watched as she made her way down the stairs towards him. She walked to the dance floor in the echoing glowing ballroom, her arm now hooked to Yoongi's and he felt his insides immediately warmed. He watched as she sighed loudly, putting her arms around his neck and plastering a fake smile on her face. Yoongi smirked as he placed his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I'm Han Hye Kyung. And you are?" She smiled at him, obviously the fake one and she slipped a dagger into her pocket. A small one. Small enough to...

"FUCK! OUCH! What the hell!!" Yoongi cried as she slit his hand with the small dagger, "Security! I need a bandage. Get me one right now." He swore and swore again repeatedly more than the last.

Then he took her into the dining room, having escorted his cousin out of it, with the security and sat down in his big chair, which looked so much like a throne and he watched as she now looks like prey to a lion, outside of the room. "Han Hye Kyung. Come and sit." He demanded.

She walked into the dining room, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and her dress flowing behind her. "I designed this dress myself." She chuckled, "it's my favourite, most beautiful work so far. It's red, your father's favourite colour." Still, Yoongi didn't reply. She sat down  and she crossed her legs, showing one of them vibrantly.

"Look here, Yoon. Sitting infront of you is the best assassin of Daegu." She smiled once again. Yoongi looked at her, now a smirk on his face. He looked her up and down, taking his sweet time. He knew her design work. He'd read about it. His hungry eyes scanned her body from head to toe, and finally lingered on her face.

"Han Hye Kyung. You disgust me. You absolutely disgust me. Truly, I love your design, but you, in it? Disgusts me." He said, now with a pale expression. Hye Kyung went pale as a ghost. Disgust me? What kind of wording was that?

"You see, in my world when someone disgusts me, they're not worthy of my time for today. It means that they're worthy of my time later. In fact, I'll see you later, assassin." He smirked now.

In fact, later meant very, very soon.