☪ GANGSTER ☪

UNUS

Jimin sat comfortably in his swivel chair, one leg rested over the other and chin resting in his hand, facing the large, glass window that displayed the overview of Seoul. The skyline was gorgeous at night, the incandescent lights twinkled under the gleam of the moon, reflecting in the eyes of the gang leader. He was caught in thought, waiting for his beloved to walk through the doors of his office.

As if on cue, the doors swing open and Jimin turns in his chair, his eyes giving the opposite male a once over. His legs were hugged in black fishnets, high-waisted shorts barely covering his rear end. He wore a charcoal cropped hoodie, about a few inches above his little belly button. However, his face, was of Jimin's best interest. His lips, covered in strawberry lip gloss, they shimmered. His eyes, beautifully dark with a layer of shadow, they gleamed. His nose, buttoned and adorable, it stood out.

"You're just going to stare or did you need me for something?" Jimin didn't realize that his boyfriend had walked over towards him until he was sat in his lap, arms criss crossed around his neck.

"Right..." He chuckled, having been lost in staring at his beau.

The other male tilted his head cutely, a smile gracing his glossy lips. "What is it, Jiminie?"

"You know why I called you up here, Yoongi. Haven't seen you all day."

Yoongi emitted soft giggles, his finger tracing invisible shapes onto his lover's chest. "I know..."

"I missed you, baby boy." Jimin moves his hands to rest on the brunette's thighs, sliding them up slowly.

"I know..." He moves closer, lips barely touching, and then there's a knock on the door. Jimin sighs and lays his head back in the chair, Yoongi giggling at his reaction and turning in his lap, back pressed against his chest.

The raven hair male lifts his head and rubs his hand over his face, "Come in."

A tall male with red hair waltzes in with a hand behind his back, closing the big mahogany doors behind him. He gazes at his boss and his boyfriend perched in his lap, his arm around his waist.

"Can I talk to you in private, boss?"

Jimin nods, tapping Yoongi's thigh, causing him to pout, turning his head.

"Daddy..." He whispers.

"Go, baby. I'll bring you back in afterwards."

He sighs, but nods, leaning down to capture his lovers lips in a kiss before walking out of the room, his hips swaying, purposely.

"What is it, Taehyung?"

Taehyung, removes his hand from his back and walks towards Jimin's desk, setting the paper he had in his grasp down. The other looks up, giving a confused look.

"You might wanna look at it..."

With little hesitation, he picks up the paper, unfolding it before reading the sloppy lettering printed on the paper.

Hello, Mr. Park Jimin.
It seems that you haven't gotten my last message, so here's another. Hopefully you get this because I won't be sending it again.

You've murderer one of my best men, and I'm not too fond of that. You must be so very foolish to think I wouldn't react to your little stunt.

Just you wait, Park.

I'll take something from you that you can't live without.

Love, Namjoon

Jimin scrunches the paper up in his hand, anger apparent in his face. He stands up in aggravation, throwing the paper, though it obviously doesn't go far, making him more angry. He flips his desk, causing Taehyung to step back, his face calm. He only reacted as so because the first thing that came to mind was Yoongi.

He loves Yoongi, he can't live without him.

"Go...and bring Yoongi back in here..."

Taehyung quickly takes his leave, Yoongi coming in a few seconds later, and the first thing he notices is the desk, rushing up to his boyfriend because he's worried.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Yoongi holds Jimin's face in between his hands, his eyes flickering over his features, he could sense the tension in his body, the aggravation. "Here, sit..."

Yoongi pushes Jimin down back into his chair, moving behind him. He begins to massage his shoulders, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

"I heard you yelling, what's happened, babe?"

Jimin sighs, letting his head rest against the chair, his eyes closing.

"It's Namjoon...he's mad because I've killed one of his men, though it was coming to him, he shouldn't have fucked with us..."

He sighs again, "But he's threatened to take something from me I can't live without...I'm worried he means you."

There's silence from Yoongi for a little, before he responds. "I'll be okay, Jiminie. I'm not weak," he giggles, "We'll be okay..."

Jimin can only nod, his eyes opening and he looks up to see Yoongi facing straight ahead of him. He reached up, grabbing hold of his wrist and earning his attention. The elder taps his lap and Yoongi gets the message, sitting down on what's rightfully his. Jimin gently grabs him from the back of his neck and brings him closer, slotting their lips together in an intimate kiss.

Yoongi takes the front of Jimin's button up into his hands, grasping onto it as he presses himself against his beau. Jimin glides his hands down to Yoongi's ass, clutching it between his hands, earning a quiet moan from the other only for him to slip his tongue into his mouth. He already knew every part of his mouth, yet he loved to explore it everytime.

Suddenly, Yoongi pulls away, Jimin pouts and he giggles, his forehead against the other's. The younger holds his hand up to Jimin's face, his hand resting against his cheek and he smiles.

"I love you, Jiminie. You don't need to be worried anymore, I told you, it's okay..."

Jimin laughs slightly, shrugging, "I'm not, not any longer."

"Right, I could sense the need in your kiss. I'm not going going anywhere, baby."

He could only sigh as Yoongi caressed his cheek. He was right, obviously, but Jimin had problems with admitting when he was in the wrong. It's always been like that, but the length of time that Jimin and Yoongi have been together, the younger could comprehend when he knew the other understood he was right or wrong.

"I love you too, babe..."