BULLETPROOF Bᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅ: ＭＹＧｘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ¹⁸⁺

Ｃｈ． １２：ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴀɴᴏ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ

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ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :: 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖽𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

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"He's all settled in and secure? Okay, good. Keep him cozy and let him stew for a while. I want to take a little bit to wind down from the firefight and speak to Kitten about what's going to happen down there." There was a pause, and you watched Yoongi anxiously as he frowned into his phone. "What d'you mean? Yes, she's coming too, so no blood." He flicked a glance your way. "Yet. Just get him settled and go get some food with the rest of the Boys, I'll text you when we're ready." The Boss pressed end on the call and slipped his phone into the back pocket of his pants, turning to face you.

You were back in Yoongi's study, running your fingers over the elegant curves of the Grand Piano while he stood in front of his desk, lean hip leaning against its edge. Yoongi studied you for a moment, as if taking your measure before he addressed you.

"Okay, love. Listen up," he said, and you immediately began to pay a bit closer attention, shoving all other thoughts from your mind. He rarely called you anything besides 'kitten', so you knew whatever he was about to discuss with you was fairly serious. You disregarded the affectionate nickname he used, pretending it didn't make butterflies flutter happily in your tummy as you focused on his eyes. "Before we head down to speak with our guest, I need to tell you a few things. And I need you to listen really well, okay?"

You swallowed nervously but nodded. After he saved your life, you figured Suga pretty much had a damned good reason behind everything he asked of you. You had never been party to an interrogation before, but you had a sinking feeling that the mafia didn't give a flying fuck about pointless things like ethics or the silly Geneva Convention. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as Suga began to speak.

"No matter what, we must find out why the Hoodlums are after you. You and I think that it's because of the information you uncovered during your investigation, but we could be entirely wrong." He ran a hand through his silver locks, and the gentle light from the lamp on his desk glinted off of the metal of the multiple earrings studding his ear. "So we need to hear it from him, in his own words, and not give him any ideas."

"So, regardless of what...techniques we may have to apply to get him to talk, you mustn't ever flinch, gasp, or otherwise react. Doing so will show him a weakness he can exploit -- namely your empathy -- against not only you, but me and JK." Yoongi tongued the inside of his cheek, picking his words carefully for a moment. "If Kookie is worried about you, he can't work. And if he can't work, then we can't get answers. Okay?" You nodded, a slight frown on your face.

Suga held back a smile at the intensity of your expression. To your shock, he stepped forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands. He lifted your chin with his thumbs and bent forward, pressing his lips to your own for a few wonderful seconds. Pulling away, he stroked your cheek with the pads of his fingers. "Not to mention, if I'm worried about you, I won't be able to focus on the captive. And if I can't concentrate, we won't get answers." He licked his lips and smirked down at you, your taste still on his mouth. He wanted more. Yoongi slipped his hand into your hair and tangled his fingers in your locks, gently pulling your head to the side. More, I need more of her... With you so close, and no one else around, the Boss figured the Boys wouldn't mind having some extra downtime to eat and wind down from earlier. Let the captive sweat a bit in the meantime.