"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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Yoongi watched her stomp out of the room.
Her anger radiated from her like a blazing fire burning in the deepest pit of hell.
He had hurt her pride and as much as he despised the method, it had to be done.
Marcella was tough but he needed her to be tougher. Talking to his brother gave him some much needed clarity about what he wanted to do with her. But desiring Marcella could be more dangerous than facing the Dragons alone with nothing more than a tea spoon for a weapon.
He sighed turning his glare to Taehyung
"I know it was all her," he said with a stern voice. "But don't let it happen again."
Taehyung looked down avoiding his eyes and nodding in agreement.
"She took him by surprise-" Hoseok said to defend him but was interrupted with a lethal glare from Yoongi.
"Same situation, different girl," said Suga, only staring at V. "Would you have flinched?"
Taehyung refused to look at him.
Agust D took a calculated step forward. With a swift motion he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. They were facing each other now.
"Answer me," he growled through greeted teeth.
"No," Taehyung admitted. "It's because it was her."
Yoongi's fist collided with his eyes so quickly, Hoseok barely managed to blink.
"Get a fucking hold of yourself Taehyung," Yoongi said taking a warning step forward. "She's playing you!"
Hoseok sprang into action, stepping between them before the situation escalated further.
"Enough!" he exclaimed, hands raised in a calming gesture. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Yoongi's jaw tightened, his eyes still blazing with anger as he released Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung stumbled back, rubbing his eye, a smirk creeping onto his face despite the pain.
"Is she? Or are you afraid of a little bit of competition?" He mocked.
"Don't push your luck," Yoongi warned, his voice low and menacing. He stepped closer, his presence looming. "Remember your place, Taehyung. She's mine to protect, not yours to toy with."
Taehyung's smirk faltered slightly, the mockery in his eyes replaced by a flicker of realization.
"Seems a bit possessive, don't you think?" he shot back with an undercurrent of seriousness. "Besides, she doesn't seem to want your protection."
"What she wants is none of your concern," Yoongi shot back, his voice unwavering. "Neither is mine. She'll take what I give her and be thankful."
"She looked really thankful to be walking away from you," Taehyung mumbled under his breath.
