Suga stood over the Underboss, his arm on the table beside him as he loomed over the man. Even from this distance, you could feel the quiet, calm aura menace radiating off of Yoongi. He had such a difference presence than Jungkook; the latter had an explosive, hot energy and anger that bubbled over the surface. While on the other hand, Suga's rage was calm, cold, and calculating. You truly weren't sure which one scared you more; all you knew was that you were beyond grateful that neither of them had ever had a reason to be pissed at you.
It was obvious his captive felt the pressure of the Boss, too; the man was shaking and leaning back as far as his restraints would allow, doubtlessly trying to put as much distance between himself and Yoongi as possible. You wrapped your arms around your stomach, subconsciously in a self-soothing gesture; it was cold in here, and you were beyond emotionally frayed. You'd just listened to a man being tortured by the kindest, most polite young man you'd ever met. The disconnect was mind-boggling.
Yoongi was speaking to the prisoner in a quiet murmur, saying something meant only for the two of them. Judging by the look on his face, it was most likely a threat or a promise; something to give the man incentive to tell the truth beyond future pain if he lied. Meanwhile, Jungkook had worked his way around the outside of the room over to you, and when he reached out and touched your shoulder with a still-bloody hand, you jumped. "J-Jungkook!"
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Your heart in your throat, you turned to face him, and the wounded look on his face pierced your heart. He looked genuinely hurt, and you reached out a shaking hand, squeezing his forearm gently. But the assassin could tell from the way you had reacted that you saw him in an entirely different light at the very least, if you weren't scared of him entirely, now. His eyes shone a little too brightly in the dim light of the room, and you offered him a small, tight little smile.
He knew the two of you couldn't speak in front of the prisoner, but you wordlessly promise that you'd explain to Jungkook when you were able that it wasn't him you were scared of. Just what he was capable of. The assassin saw the look in your eyes and gave you a sharp nod before crossing his thick arms and leaning back against the wall, settling in beside you as he returned his focus to Suga. You made sure that your shuffled closer to him and rested your shoulder against his bicep, offering him silent comfort that nothing had really changed between you two. Even if that was a little bit of a lie.
