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Publishing now because I can't later.

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With a frustrated sigh, Yoongi slumps back in his seat, spins it around a few times, and when he hears the door to his office open, throws the pen in his hand at the intruder. The intruder, seeing the pen come flying his way, quickly jumps out of it's flight path. The pen falls harmless to the wood flooring of the hallway outside Yoongi's office.

Yoongi takes a glance at the intruder and, realizing that it's just Jimin, throws his head back over the seat with a frustrated groan, his hands aggressively massaging his face. Jimin holds his hands up in surrender and carefully steps into the office, not wanting another pen thrown at his. He slowly approaches Yoongi and, with his hands still in view, settles down into one of the chairs sitting opposite Yoongi's desk. His eyes take a quick sweep of the desk and can easily tell the man is stressed, as if Yoongi's previous actions hadn't already pointed out the obvious.

"You ok, Yoongi?" The man in question sends him a hard glare and spreads his arms in a dream attic gesture over his desk.

"What's it look like?" he asks, his eyes wide and his posture slouched, as if to say No shit, Sherlock. Jimin let's out a breathy laugh at his partner-in-crime's distress. It's barely been two days since Yoongi took up the position as Buleugi's Don and all of the paperwork and such has clearly gotten to him, even in the short span of time.

Things were so much easier when the two were mercenaries-for-hire.

Two days ago, Namjoon gave Yoongi the full tour of the Jeon Mansion, still named as such despite Yoongi being a Min. When his mother married Seewoo, she had changed her name to Jeon so technically, Yoongi was now a Jeon.

During the tour, Namjoon introduced Yoongi to important people he would have to recognize and keep in contact with during his time as Don. He also informed him of all other businesses, such as drug and weapon shipments, the dealing and dealers of said shipments, as well as the times and locations of the ones incoming. He then left Yoongi to familiarize himself with the business for the rest of the day until dinner was served, when he was then led to his new room. The room he was directed to was Yoongi's mother's and Seewoo's and was much too roomy for his taste, saying that he would much rather stay in the room he had occupied the few times he had stayed overnight.

Two days ago, Yoongi's mother ran crying into her son's arms over her dead husband. The two had barely been married two months and already, they have been ripped apart.

The funeral will be in a few hours.

So far, Yoongi hasn't kept to his word. He had told Namjoon that changes would be made but with everything going on, the organized chaos of having a shift in authority, Yoongi has been drowning in piles and piles of paperwork and contracts, not to mention the meetings with the capos and other mafiosos.

Things have been hectic.

Quickly realizing this, Jimin leans forward in his seat and rests his elbows on the desk, his hands folded under his chin. A cocky smirk makes its way across Jimin's face. No one knows Yoongi better than Jimin and of there's one thing that will cheer Yoongi up, it's the thrill of a hunt.

"So, Yoongi, what do you say you take a break," Jimin stands from his chair and lies down on Yoongi's desk, random stacks of paper and discarded writing utensils digging into his back. He ignores them, his head lolling just above Yoongi's lap and over the desk. He smirks up at Yoongi who just sends him an amused glance with a raised eyebrow. "And go rough up that motherfucker Jackson a bit?" Jimin wiggles his eyebrows once he finishes speaking. Yoongi throws his head back again, this time with a relieved groan.

"Hell, yeah," he speaks, before standing and grabbing his coat from a stand behind the desk. He turns to look at Jimin while he shrugs on the thin material with a lazy but grateful smile. "God, Chim, you're a lifesaver. You know what? I'm treating you to all-you-can-eat tteokbokki when we're done." Jimin grins at the unexpected reward and jumps to his feet when Yoongi retrieves his coat. Together, the two make their way out the office making small talk before they're out of the mansion and into Yoongi's car.

"So," Yoongi asks once they're both settled in the car. "Where to?" Jimin thinks for a moment before he points to Yoongi's phone.

"There's an app on there that tracks a person's DNA signature if you give it a piece of DNA from the person you're tracking. Luckily for you," Jimin shuffles around a bit, searching for something in his pocket. "I happen to have a strand of hair from our lovely target." He pulls out a small sample capsule containing a single strand of hair. Yoongi raises and eyebrow but doesn't question it.

Yoongi reaches for his phone, which had been resting on the center console, and unlocks it. He scrolls through the subject coded apps until he reaches one that has an icon depicting a DNA helix. The app is called P.I DNA. He opens the app, knowing that it's what he's looking for. Upon entering the app, he receives a notification asking for his social security number. He quickly inputs it and the notification gives way to a screen saying, "PLEASE ENTER SAMPLE." A small compartment pops out of the side of his phone and motions for Jimin to hand over the strand. Jimin hands it over and once Yoongi's inputted it, the compartment pops back in place and the screen then says, "SCANNING," with a loading symbol. A mere three seconds later, the words "INDIVIDUAL FOUND," replace "SCANNING." A picture of Jackson pops up, along with his full name in multiple languages, his phone numbers, his house address, all of his known family, birthday, nationality, and other personal information. Yoongi quickly scans the information, committing it to memory.

He has a photographic memory.

Yoongi taps the screen and the picture and text give way to a map that looked suspiciously like Apple Maps with a driving route to a moving mark. Yoongi and Jimin squint at the screen.

"Is he in Busan?" Asks Jimin as Yoongi clicks the "Go" button. The map shifts, showing the route. "Why the hell is he in Busan?"

"Hell if I know," replies Yoongi, shifting the car into reverse. He backs his car out of his driveway and follows the app's instructions. "But I do know that it's at least a two and a half hour drive. Best get comfortable, Chim." Jimin sighs and adjusts his chair so that he can lay down on the seat. He tugs at Yoongi's jacket and Yoongi stares at him before shrugging it off and handing it over. Jimin takes the jacket, a trench coat, really, and lays it over himself like a blanket. He snuggles in as if to take a nap. Yoongi glances at him once again and, noticing his use of his jacket, growls.

"Oh my God, Chim, I didn't mean get comfortable like that." Jimin hums.

"Yeah, well you didn't specify what comfortable meant." Yoongi stares.

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too, babe."

"There goes your tteokbokki."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Not cool, man. Not cool. I want my tteokbokki back."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"You're starting to sound like Taehyung. Remember? That day he dragged Namjoon to Viva?"

"Fuck you."

"Love you too."

"Hypocrite." Yoongi winks and Jimin groans.

"You know it."