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"No. Absolutely not."

"Please, Yoongi, I'm begging you! If you do not accept, Buleugi will crumble!"

"Why can't you be the fucking Don, huh? I'm sure you know all the ins and outs of Buleugi. Hell, you were probably groomed for the role! Why does it have to be me?"

"Because if I, or anyone else, were to assume leadership of Buleugi, riots will stir in the streets! I'm no heir and the people we rule over know it. If anyone but you or Jungkook became Buleugi's Don, the people will make a move to disperse of them. Only a true heir of Buleugi may take over, not a fraud." The two are silent for a moment and Namjoon begins to squirm under Yoongi's burning but steady gaze. He's been under plenty of other gazes, just as strong and possibly even stronger, but something about Yoongi's just made him... unsteady.

"I want to see Jungkook." Namjoon lets out a small breath.

"That can be arranged."

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The ride to the Jeon Mansion is painfully silent. The silence carries on as the duo makes their way out of the car, into the mansion, and down to the med bay.

It carries even as the door swings open and Yoongi is able to see Jungkook's comatose body.

Namjoon holds the door open for Yoongi, but Yoongi makes no notion of moving.

He stands there, in the doorway, his feet glued to the floor and his eyes on Jungkook.

He stands there, mouth agape, eyes wide and beginning to brim with tears.

He stands there with his heartbeat quickening, his heart pounding loudly in his chest, filling his ears.

He stands there as a sharp and painful pang strikes through his heart and breaks it in half.

He stands there as a lone tear slowly slides down his cheek.

He stands there as the tear hugs his jawline, refusing to let go.

Namjoon watches as the tear, as if in slow motion, releases its hold on Yoongi's jawline and falls to the floor.

When the tiny drop of salty water falls to the floor, a small plink sounds.

As if the minuscule sound was a switch, it breaks Yoongi out of his shocked state and for a reason he doesn't know, Yoongi lets out a choked sob. Seeing Jungkook laying on the cot, pale and banged up, breaks his heart in more ways than one.

It breaks his heart because in a way, he was the one that did this to Jungkook. If he hadn't taken up that contract on Lee, Jungkook wouldn't have gone to Hongdaeng and Jackson wouldn't have been able to injure him.

It breaks his heart because Jungkook is a kind-hearted, cute, and stunningly handsome young man that shouldn't have been involved with the mafia but was through heritage.

It breaks his heart because that kind-hearted, cute, and stunningly handsome young man is his stepbrother. His goddamn stepbrother. Might as well be his brother.

It breaks his heart because though he hadn't realized it earlier, looking at Jungkook seemingly lifeless on that med bay cot made him have an epiphany.

He loves him.

In a split second, Yoongi is by Jungkook's side, clutching his pale hand as if it is his last lifeline. As tears spill down his cheeks, his heart aches, his breathing becomes rapid, and he lets out heart-wrenching sobs, Yoongi speculates how he hadn't realized it earlier.

He thinks about all those times in the two weeks before he was kidnapped by EXO that Jimin teased him for having a giddy look on his face after talking about Jungkook.

He thinks about all those times he marveled at Jungkook's beauty and ranted to Jimin about it until the younger whooped his ass.

He thinks about all those times he exploded in Jungkook's face and how he regretted them so immediately after.

He thinks about when Changhyun was assaulting him and how in the darkest recesses of his mind, he wished it was Jungkook doing all of those dirty things to him.

He thinks about how right now, his tears create salty tracks across his face and fall with a plink to the pristine, white, marble tiles of the med bay floor.

He thinks about how right now, his heart is beating a million miles a second and pounds painfully in his chest.

He thinks about how right now, his breath quickens and he begins to panic, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. A feeling he hadn't ever felt for anyone.

He thinks about how right now, his lungs burn from the raspy sobs that escape his lips in a desperate cry for the younger to wake from his injury-induced slumber.

He thinks about everything that's happening to him right now, everything's he's doing, and how they are things he hadn't done in ages, things that haven't happened to him in ages.

He thinks about how right now, all of those things he hadn't done and haven't happened to him are happening.

Because of the man he loves.

Jeon Jungkook.

After what seems like hours of Yoongi being out of character but is really only a few seconds, Yoongi gathers his composure and wipes his tears with a sniff. He turns to face Namjoon, who had closed the door so as not to let any unwanted eyes peek in on the clearly emotional scene. Namjoon studies his red, swollen eyes, his damp cheeks, and his runny nose, knowing immediately what the man feels for Jungkook. It hadn't been obvious to Namjoon, as in total, the man had only spent about a half hour in Yoongi's presence. From everything he knows about Yoongi and his reputation, however, he knows that for the man to break down into a sobbing mess, there have to be some extreme emotional value to the situation.

In this situation, it's love.

Despite all of the unflattering features degrading Yoongi's face at the moment, his expression remains completely neutral.

"I'll do it." Namjoon had nearly forgotten the reason why Yoongi was here in the med bay. To confirm his suspicions, he asks.

"You'll take Mr. Jeon's place?"

"Yes." Yoongi stands, wiping his tears once more. He makes his way towards Namjoon, not sparing Jungkook another glance.

As he stalks over to Namjoon, he speaks without a break in his step.

"When in the presence of Buleugi at the mansion, you shall address me as Mr. Min. When we are alone, you may call me Hyung. When in public, you shall address me only by the name Suga." He walks past Namjoon and stalks out the door. As he makes his way down the hallway, Namjoon quickly turns and watches the man leave.

"Tell Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin the same." When Yoongi reaches the end of the hallway, he pauses, and spins on the heels of his feet, his stern gaze burning deep into Namjoon's soul. Yoongi speaks with a tone of authority and finality.

"Changes will be made. I hope you are aware." Namjoon nods curtly, bowing 90 degrees and the hip.

"Yes, Mr. Min."

"Do we have an audience?"

"No, Mr. Min."

"Then call me Hyung." Namjoon remains bent at a 90 degree angle until he hears the clack of Yoongi's shoes fade into the distance. With a sigh, Namjoon straightens himself and rubs his forehead with a sigh.

"I just hope this all doesn't go to hell," he mutters to the empty air. Hoseok, who had been in the med bay and walked out only when Namjoon spoke those nine words, speaks.

"Tell me about it."

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I'm so sorry for this mess I call a book >.< Thank you to the few who keep reading. Please, leave some comments. Y'all's commentary silence... unnerves me.