𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 ⏤𝕓𝕥𝕤

Namjoon || What A Woman (Mafia AU)

Rated: Some Mature themes but not really - maybe it's just me 

Gang Leader Namjoon x Assassin Reader 

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"You better clean up this fucking mess you've made. I'm not involving any body else either. You've gotten reckless with your job lately, even the petty ones. I'm not risking the chances of your mistakes repeating itself and getting one of my best men taken by the authorities..again. Next time you slip up..." there was a pause before the tall, intimidating male chuckled with malice - a complete contrast from his usually smooth baritone voice - and continued on, "well, you better be prepared to say goodbye to those you love as well as your own life." there was a silence that consumed the room, adding onto the eeriness of the enclosed space as it was mostly shrouded in darkness already. The only source of light was a numbly buzzing, yellow bulb that illuminated the daunting figure of who was clearly in charge. It insured that the seriousness in the threat he voiced was to not be taken lightly, as judged by the hardness of his narrowed stare. "You are dismissed." bowing respectfully, the slender male - that wasn't given the luxury to sit - immediately made his way out of the room (away from the sharp glare of his superior), unsuspecting of what was to become of him and was completely unaware of the other male occupying the room. The said individual was disguised by the blanket of darkness that became an opaque, black shadow in his favour.

"Are you really going to continue tolerating his disgusting behaviour?" a scowling blonde stepped into the fading edges of the light. His face was mostly concealed by the darkness that still acted like a veil over him, however, his eyes were able to shine a dangerous luminescence of their own - a gleam of glowering red-hot rage. The blonde left his queer rhetorical, continuing to bicker as he leaned over the seated male before him, "He fucked up so bad cleaning his previous 'mistake' that Seokjin's in Jail! FUCKING JAIL! That fucker has to go, Namjoon." in spite of the blonde's resentful fervour, his ending statement was delivered in a calm and monotone intonation, the composed pitch not reaching his eyes, however, as they only persisted in glowing a vibrant gleam of wrath.

"I know...I fucking know Yoongi!" Namjoon, growling and failing to keep his self-control, clenched his fists, digging his blunt nails into the skin of his palm as his knuckles became an ashen pale colour, "I've taken that into consideration and am leaning very much into getting rid of that intolerable runt, but the fact that he's the best assassin I have..." Namjoon sighed, leaning back into his chair after releasing a deflated sigh, "I know that I'll always need him around to take care of that field of work expertly." for once in his life of crime as well as stern leadership, Namjoon was trapped between two choices with equal consequences, trapping him in a stressful situation. Yoongi huffed in annoyance and reached behind him to produce a tape recorder.

"Well you better be willing to sacrifice him for someone with better loyalty..." Yoongi uttered, voice low and barren of triviality, only solemnity and striking Namjoon to raise a brow. He leaned forward so as to listen better and mentally prepared himself for the news that could potentially plague his mind. Slamming the device onto the table between the two of them, Yoongi then pressed the play button in displeasure, "because you've got a filthy traitor on your hands," striding out of the dismal room, both blondes became all the more monopolised in hostility. Namjoon stared down at the appliance, ears perking in order to take in the recording with refined hearing.

'Everything's going as planned boss.' Namjoon's exterior was unfazed by the speech, in spite of recognising the voice that buzzed out of the small speakers of the utensil. 'I've already got one of Namjoon's most trusted members in jail.' an eye twitch broke the illegible expression on the listening male's pale face, 'Dont worry, he doesn't know of my betrayal' he clenched his fists. How dare that fucking bastard... 'I'll slowly drive his gang into the opposite of what it stands as now. He'll go from mighty to vulnerable...'. The resounding beep of the gadget pierced the dense atmosphere of the room, ringing in anyone's ear but not Namjoon's, all he could comprehend was the daunting words that buzzed out of the recorder. In his mind, he was already fabricating multiple plans that would certainly lead to the end of the scumbag that dared become unfaithful to him. Never has he ever had to deal with someone that had such a despicable behaviour.