MY rude mafia

Date? Punnishment?

Y/n spent some time in library and garden of the campus, enjoying the view as she waited for Jungkook and Bela who flew off to make-out in a closet, her brother-in-law has the weirdest shit on his bucket list. She saw Yoongi at a distance, talking with the officials of the college as they walked around him. Jackson was just a step behind Yoongi, holding a bag with what she thought was files and his precious laptop, her home-wrecker.

She smirked as she texted Jackson, "Tell your boss he's booked a night of hell for himself and if he argues, I'll bring on the worst of worst." She saw as he pulled out his phone and swallowed nothing. He stepped to Yoongi's side and whispered something, showing his phone, being secretive. He looked around and soon found Y/n, glaring at him but he just smirked and raised his brow. Y/n jerked her head to left as if she was cracking her bone, her gaze turned dangerous but she saw Yoongi's hand travel inside his pocket and he tugged at his crotch. She smirked as a plan brewed in her brain.

This time, she texted Yoongi

"Mr. min, this is your secretary, Kim Y/n. I would like to inform you that I have some personal emergency holding me back so I would not be able to come to work. Thank you understanding."

He looked at her, kind of shocked at this unforeseen and utterly formal leave application but she switched her numbers and texted him again

"Babydoll will wait for you oppa, come home early." He looked at her, she could tell he was suspicious but who was he to deny if she was giving an open offer to his favorite dessert. If only he knew.

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The day for long for Yoongi who grew horny with every passing minute. He rushed home soonest possible, by 6 in the evening. he parked his car and ran to the door, that was open already, it was not a bother though, he had guards posted at the gates. He threw the excess stuff around, his bag, his blazer, the keys, belt, tie, everything.

As he entered the room, he was wearing only his pants and halfway unbuttoned shirt. He was almost surprised to see the door opened but disregarded it, lust clouding his senses. "Baby.........?" he called for her as soon as he opened the door as he couldn't see her in the room. He looked in different spots she could be hiding but failed to find her.

For a second, his heart stopped, fearing the worst, he recalled how the mansion was dead silent, how all the doors were carelessly left open, he called out scared of the worst nightmare coming true..... "Y-Y/n?" his words shivered as much as his hands. he was about to pull out his phone and dial Namjoon when he heard the door shut behind himself.

"Yes, my king?" his heart relaxed at her smooth soft voice. He was still a little scared that it was his imagination that will break apart if he turns, so he didn't. he just stayed in his spot, closing his eyes, relishing the feeling of her proximity, trying to separate his fancy thinking from reality.

"Is it really you?" he asked, scared of the answer.

"Who else would enter our room, oppa?" she walked closer, he heard her steps. She stopped, a mere step away. "Open your eyes..." she whispered in his ear from the back.

From the warm breath hitting his ear, he knew she was not an illusion, she was real and safe. He opened his eyes and noticed the flowers and electric candle lights around the room, that he failed to notice in panic. 'She must have used a remote.' He thought about the candles that were now lit.

"Flowers? Candles? What do you wish to do my queen?" he asked in a dark, lustful whisper, about to turn and face her when she caged him a back-hug.

"I....... want to......... hold you...... as...... my...... prisoner." She whispered in his ear again as her grip on his body tightened. His biceps were bound under her arms so he could only move his forearm to hold her back. As soon as his skin touched her, her hold relaxed and he took the chance to turn around.