Heartless

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Was it smart to use Yoongi against his brother, knowing how far he'd go for his ex? Yes. Was it incredibly risky and possibly stupid letting her into enemy territory alone after what's already happened? Also yes, but she digressed.

With a nod, he accepts that there's no talking either of them out of this, so once she sends a message to Yoongi, the two patiently wait for a response while they're in her office. Jungkook tinkers with his watch and she plays with her nails, something she did when she was impatient.

"What time are you going?"

"If he agrees, I'd say about 10."

He hums, closing his eyes and resting his head against his fist now that the minute hand on his watch was adjusted correctly, his arm propped up on the leather chair.

"What are you gonna wear?"

"Something black with my red heels. Those were always his favorite." She mindfully noted.

"They're my favorite." He punctuates with something almost possessive in his voice, his eyes now on her.

"You have good taste."

"Mhm."

"What would you say is the most expensive thing you own? Is it your coat?" She asks, figuring that small talk would help pass the time.

"You."

She choked abruptly, a sheen of smugness in his eyes that has hers rolling to avoid embarrassment. "Hilarious."

"It's true. You are quite expensive."

"What can I say, I love my diamonds."

"I know you do."

The admiration thick in his voice has her fighting back a smile, his attention falling from her face to the diamond piece wrapped around her neck. He thought about how nice it was to have his hand there. A privilege he was granted the day she said she loved him. Words that felt near impossible to ever hear.

Especially considering he's never said them in his entire life, let alone admired and loved someone who was not only younger but held a position of power over him. Runa was the exception to the rule. The only one he'd take orders from. The only woman worthy and smart enough to have a man like him on a goddamn leash.

"You'll burn a hole through my skin looking at me like that." She jokes, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"I'm sure it's burning somewhere else, isn't it?"

The suggestive raise of his eyebrows has her lips parting and her brain short-circuiting. "You have such a filthy mouth."

"Where do you think I got it from?"

She cocked her head in amusement. "Are you trying to say after all this time I've actually rubbed off on you?"

His lips curl into a half smirk, a scoff leaving him. "I know you've definitely rubbed one off because of me."

"What is with you today? My god you need a muzzle or something." She exclaims, appalled by his lack of shame and more-so the effects it's having on her.

"What am I, your bitch?"

She shrugs. "I thought we already agreed you were."

After a moment he nodded because it was indeed true and he was shameless in knowing that. "The leash is in your hands, master."