Agust D : Min Yoongi x Reader

14. Antinomian

  an·ti·no·mi·an \ˌan-ti-ˈnō-mē-ən\  

  : one who rejects a socially established morality  

You held your breath, gripping at your glass filled with alcohol that you desperately needed at that moment. In one go, your glass was empty. You looked at Yoongi. He was too busy looking at Hound. The musky scent of blood was waiting to be spilled into the air, and you were not looking for for a blood-bath.

You threw away all the thoughts concerning yourself, and were in that moment only thinking of him, and what he, what Yoongi needed most, and what Yoongi needed was you to be a distraction.

"Who would like to see my garden!" you slammed your hands against the table, all too enthusiastically to go unnoticed, causing everyone to successfully get distracted by you "My garden, I've invested so much time to my garden, let's go see my garden!"

This was the first time you'd ever seen this house, and yet you were leading all the men to see your beloved garden. What a day.

Yoongi's lips spread into a gummy smile, and he was exuberant when he got up, holding your hand and tilting his head to the side.

"My baby's never wrong. Or do you perhaps have something against this, dog-I mean, Hound"

"Honey, let's take them out" you threw a fake laugh, holding down his hand that was idly reaching for the inside of his jacket. No guns, you prayed no guns.

"I would love to see your garden, Angel"

Hound got up, his men following suit, and now you were headed to see your garden, or more accurately the garden that was supposedly yours. When you left the mansion, when you got to this notorious garden, you thanked God that Yoongi had dozens of workers who maintained everything. It really did look like you invested time in it.

"And these are my red roses, yes, my favorite! Do you like them?"

"Very nice" Hound nodded "It's nice that women busy themselves with things like these, what else can they do, am I right?"

"Yoongi" you sharply whispered into his ear, when his hand went inside of his jacket again, oh he was definitely yearning to pull his gun out.

"Certainly is" Yoongi said a bit too harshly for your taste. After a tour around the garden, a prayer to God they don't start killing each other, and a fake smile tossed at Max who was assuring you things are going okay; you were back at the mansion. It wasn't Yoongi who taught you this sort of etiquette. It was Max. He was the one who explained to you, why all of this tension even existed. Of course, excluding the details, God forbid you "get involved". There were certain rules, so to say. Rules that even ruthless drug lords obeyed. For instance, you don't just go and murder a fellow mafia boss. That's out of code.

Beats me if that made any sense, at least Yoongi had a bit more to live, that's all that mattered.

And really, what was the point of this little game. Why was this Hound guy so power-hungry anyways? Couldn't he just be happy with the territory he had? Couldn't he just leave Yoongi alone?

"So Agust"

"Hm?" Yoongi hummed gently, sitting on his couch with you at his side. Hound was proudly seated opposite him on the other couch, an idiotic grin plastered on his face.

"Taking on Mr. M's legacy, really, that must've been something"

"I don't care to talk about that"

You etched to ask who the hell Mr. M was but you kept your mouth shut.

"Oh come on" Hound leaned back into the couch, giving you a view since the top buttons of his dress shirt lay unbuttoned, and you could see his tattoo's peeking from under the material "I'll tell you how I got on the street. My mom used to date a meth dealer, small fish, you wouldn't know him. When he killed her, I killed him. All the drugs fell into my hands, I started assembling a crew, and with time I developed my own brand. Your turn"

He had no interest in sharing his story, he had no interest in spilling life details, and he had no interest in giving any leverage to a child. As if Yoongi didn't know what sort of tricks this idiot was trying. As if this was original. Child's play really.

"Kid, this has been fun 'n all but if we're done here, I have some real work to tend too"

"You invited me" Hound pointed out very seriously "And sadly, I'm not happy with the outcome of this"

"I know you aren't"

"What about that job?"

"Oh yes" Yoongi gave you a slight nudge "The letter"

This was your cue and you weren't about to fuck up. You saw a man getting up, walking into a different room. Yoongi gave you a look of approval, and you followed the bodyguard into a different room. Once you were there, the door closed behind you. And really, you should've seen this coming; him pulling out a gun shouldn't have been a surprise.

And you stood there, reaction-less to the weapon pointed at you.

"This is a really shitty plan if you ask me"

"Shut up" he spat at you, wanting to obtain the alpha male role

"You do realize Agust would never let this happen?"

"He's letting it happen right now"

"How naïve" you smiled "Turn around honey"

The dumb bodyguard actually listened to you, and once turned his head, he saw him, one of Yoongi's men who'd entered the room through a different door. I mean honestly, would Agust D really let his girl be without a guard?

"It's truly fascinating just how stupid people can get" you wiped away the blood off your cheek "Also, next time, wait for me to move away, how am I supposed to go out with ugly blood stains?"

"Sorry miss" the bodyguard bowed and was now crouching down, taking care of the body.

Well, now you had no one to hand the envelope too, what a pity.

"Oh my"

Another expected scene was occurring before your eyes. Hound, standing straight with his gun at Yoongi, who was still seated comfortably.

"Princess, you alright?"

"Mhm"

"You can say bye-bye to your boyfriend" Hound now pointed his gun towards you "After today, this is all over"

"Now now, dog's tend to be impulsive. Why don't you sit down and be a good boy? I wouldn't want to put you down just yet"

"Stop with the fucking metaphors" he shouted "Get the guards, I don't want anyone alive after this"

"If you will" Yoongi turned on the big screen TV, acting totally nonchalant, you scooting next to him, seeking a hug after everything. He wrapped his arm around you and smiled at Hound. "Recognize someone"

"I'm not playing with you Agust! Stop with these games, you couldn't-"

"Oh I could, and I did" Yoongi's smile was monstrous "It was quite easy actually; your wife thought I was a colleague of yours. Your son and I played some catch when we picked him up after school. Great kid. Lovely family"

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