Yoongi deemed himself as a good man, who would never do anything bad, or anything illegal, sure he downloaded the whole 'The office' series on an illegal site, but that was because his Netflix subscription got cut off, and a man has his needs.
He worked a pretty nice job as a patissier in a small bakery at a suburb part of Seoul.
He baked sweet goodies every day making sure its fresh, helping out the lovely man in his 30s who has too much tattoos on his arm for a man who wears pink as his second skin.
He was Kim Seokjin, chef extraordinaire who makes bomb pastries.
He told him its from back in the days when he joined the yakuza but Yoongi has a hard time believing that.
There's no way a sweet man who gives Yoongi strawberry croissants to take home whenever there were any left be a part of a dangerous group who kills people.
But like the day he got his ass handed to him by his brother Jihoon, he was proved to be wrong.
"You need to learn how to assemble a gun if you're gonna work for me Yoongichi"
Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the nickname.
"Yoongichi? didn't you used to call be little bastard when I first started working here?" he asked amused at the endearing nickname.
Yoongi was never one for cute adorable nicknames, in spite of the fact that his face resembles of a soft white kitten with large blue eyes, Yoongi wasn't that fond of cuteness, except for his adorable baby named Holly.
God—Yoongi would kill his brother for that dog.
"It's because you put baking soda instead of powder" the older man said as he got a small metal box under the kitchen island of the bakery, it had a few stickers on it that started fading, a red lock on its opening.
Yoongi pursed his lips.
"They're basically the same" Yoongi said as he watch him pull out several gun parts.
Yoongi has watched enough walking dead to know that inside the box was a shotgun, though it wasn't hard to tell with the long brown handle or whatever they call it.
Upon seeing the scary and intimidating gun parts Yoongi starts to panic.
"What the—is—is that a gun!!??"
The older tsked as he continue to pull out parts before closing the box and putting it aside.
"I told you I used to be a part of the yakuza remember?"
Yoongi sighed, he cannot believe this is actually happening.
"I thought you were joking?! you're a 33 year old man for gods sake you should be—I don't know? drinking with the king or something?" he said.
Yoongi doesn't really have a lot of experience with older men, his father played golf with him once but it seems Seokjin isn't into golf.
Probably beating someone with a golf club is the right choice.
"I literally have the yakuza symbol on my left arm"
Yoongi huffed as he motioned for the parts on the table they use to kneed dough.
He was snapped out of it when Seokjin snapped his fingers in front of him catching his attention.
"Watch closely" he said before facing the parts.
The younger raised an eyebrow before Seokjin tapped the table and started assembling the parts like it was those transformer toy cars that kids love.
Jesus—even those things are hard to assemble.
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The Devil's Recipe
FanfictionWhen Yoongi agreed to work for the man in his 30s on his pink bakery he thought about free cake and unlimited pastries. Somehow he also got 3 clingy bastards and a hole on his stomach.
