mercury

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"I swear, I'm about to kill someone," Yoongi muttered under his breath. He roughly ran his hand through his hair.

Yoongi sat at his desk as he reviewed the last drug import statements he had received, doing a little bit of paperwork here and there.

"Yoongi?"

He looked up from his work with a fierce glare before softening his expression.

"Are you okay? I thought you were sleeping," he frowned before standing up, moving towards the girl.

"I was, but I woke up and I saw you weren't beside me again," she frowned back, embracing him once he was near.

"I'm sorry, baby. The gang has been struggling a bit with the boss so...you know. I've been having to work a little later these nights, but I promise I will soon be back in bed with you."

Wendy sighed but nodded. "Okay, but don't overwork yourself. Know your limit. Just because what you do is illegal doesn't mean you don't get rights."

He let small smile grace his face, something only Wendy sees. He hugged her a little tighter and mumbled an "I love you" in her shoulder.

"I love you too. You better come to sleep soon," she warned before giving him a short kiss and exiting the room. He watched her leave the room and groaned.

"How did I get so damn lucky?"

He returned back to the papers on his desk, in a lighter mood now that Wendy had visited him. He signed off on a couple of drug deals, shuffling through the inventory files when a knock had interrupted him again. He glanced up and saw Jimin standing at the doorway.

He nodded his head. "Boss."

"Yoongi. Just saw Wendy walk out. Had a little booty-call to amp your work?" He smirked, settling himself in the seat in front of Yoongi's desk. Yoongi glared at his words.

"No, I don't do that. I'm not like you."

Jimin's smirk was instantly wiped off his face, "what did you just say?"

"Why have you decided to grace me with your presence this evening?" Yoongi questioned, looking back down at the papers in front of him.

"Just making my rounds to see everything is going smoothly. Everything is going smoothly, right?"

"Yes, boss. There have been very few attacks at the drug import sight since we've upped security. Are we still planning to attack W1?" Yoongi asked, not bothering to look up from his desk.

"Yes, we are. I'm waiting for the right moment, a moment of weakness to hit them right where it hurts," Jimin responded, the look in his eyes murderous. "Is there anything that should be of my concern?"

Yoongi thought for a moment before setting down his pen, looking up at his boss.

"I don't want to step on any toes here, but I think we've been struggling with our gang because you are not in the right state of mind."

Jimin frowned. "What do you mean? I'm fine."

Yoongi shook his head. "Anyone could see how distracted you are, or the bags under your eyes, or how pale you've gotten. This soulmate thing has been seriously affecting you, and it's starting to take a toll on the gang."

"This isn't something that's just easy to get over. I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with this girl. This girl was supposed to be my everything!"

"Then why don't you go and make her your everything? Stop making yourself so miserable out here without her. Everyone has noticed your change, but we don't say anything because we don't want to be nosy. But I can't take it anymore, Jimin!"