𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮

Fuck this. No, nope, fuck. Fuck this.

You sit down across from Mr. Min, wearing one of his favorite dresses due to his request. He gives you a soft smile, the fancy restaurant having dim lighting that's supposed to set the romantic mood. It doesn't work. Not because the restaurant is bad, but because Jimin isn't the one sitting across from you.

"Good evening, Y/n. Thank you for joining me," he says as you settle in. 

"I didn't have much choice," you reply, forcing a smile. 

He returns your forced smile. "No need to be so snarky with me. I'm paying for this. You're getting free food and alcohol, and you're complaining?" 

Well, he's got a point.

You lean back in your seat and raise a brow at him. Before he can say anything, you rip your thoughts off like a band aid.

"I'll cut straight to the point: I want to know your intentions by asking me out. If you have feelings for me romantically, you and I both know that I don't do romance. I haven't in years, and even when I have they were never good relationships. As for sexually, I'm not interested in having sex with you, Mr. Min. My apologies, but I've been getting fucked in ways I didn't know I could get fucked by a certain man you assigned me to. It's safe to say my body is exhausted trying to keep up with that man's kinks."

Yoongi stares, unaffected. "You think I invited you out to have sex with you?" 

"It's the only feasible option. You said it yourself: we've known each other for years. You already know I don't like romance and don't have feelings for anyone. If you wanted to discuss something casually, we would've meet up in a place that doesn't look like... this. Sensual."

He waves the air as if swatting a fly. "My dear, let me explain this to you simply and clearly." You watch as he leans his elbows on the table, folding his hands together. "I don't have romantic feelings for you, and I don't want to have sex with you." You tilt your head. "I'm very aware Mr. Park is sexual. I didn't know how much, but now that I know, I won't send you on any missions that have to do with seduction and sex."

You nod your thanks, him nodding in return. "Then I'm sorry I was mistaken, but I still don't understand why we're here." 

"I want us to be friends, Y/n. More than just colleagues. We should be allies." 

"Is this a business move or a move because you care about me?" 

"Would it be wrong to say both?" he asks. 

"I suppose not, but please do elaborate."

Yoongi sighs. "Mr. Jeon and Mr. Jung are making moves all over the city." 

"Mr. Jung? That's a name I haven't heard in a long time." 

"Precisely. That's why I'm scared they'll go after you. I know you're capable, but soon enough, they'll get tired of losing men and send them all at you. It's a risky move that can result in a lot of arrests, and maybe even spill secrets about their mafias, but if they really want you dead, they'll do it. You've killed more of them than I can count."

You peek around the restaurant, frowning. "Should we really be discussing this here?" 

Yoongi chuckles, then, claps his hands together loudly. All at once, it goes quiet in the restaurant. He does a circular motion with his finger, and just like that, the other 'customers' get up and leave. 

As soon as the last one departs, you turn to Yoongi. "So what, this was for appearances?" 

He leans even closer, you clutching whatever you can grab onto. "Listen to me, and listen to me very, very closely. We need to be friends. To survive. They're coming for you, Y/n. I can't stop them. I've tried, but they're coming for you. There's only so much longer I can hold them back."

"Who?" 

"All of them" he replies. "Every last assassin in New York is getting hired for your head. Mr. Jeon despises you, and Mr. Jung is getting up there too. The only reason you haven't seen too much is because of me and Mr. Kim respecting you enough to help. We've pushed it back, but now there's an open contract on your execution."

Yoongi gives you a sympathetic glance before continuing. "I'm sorry, I wish I could do more. From now on, take backroads to wherever you have to go. Triple check to make sure you aren't followed. This place is secure, that's why I asked you here. Why I had it look like a normal restaurant when in reality we needed to talk about this." 

You nod. "Do we have any idea why Mr. Jeon hates me?"

"I'm sure it's because you killed someone he loved. How many have you killed?" 

"Too many to count." 

"Exactly," Yoongi replies. He stands, coming over to your side of the table. You mimic his actions, him holding out his hand to you. You shake it and give him an appreciative look.

"If you need me, you know where to find me." 

"I know. Be careful. I'll give you tasks like nothing has changed, but know that even when sleeping, you're in danger," he replies. 

"Then it's a good thing I don't sleep alone anymore. Maybe this Mr. Park case is more beneficial than we both thought."

Yoongi doesn't reply for a long moment. "You like him, don't you?" Okay, you weren't expecting that. "You don't have to lie or hide it. It's okay to be attracted to him. As long as you get the job done, I don't care if you like him or not." That's the problem. You don't just like him. "I know you'll do your job. You've never let me down before." 

You grin to hide your true thoughts. "Yes, sir. Thank you for warning me."

He dips his head. "Now go. Get to him. You'll be safer there." You give him one last glance before turning and trotting toward the door. "Oh, and Y/n?" 

You freeze in your tracks, peeking at him from over your shoulder. 

"Good luck. I mean it."