BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Sweeter Than Sugar Pt. 1

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Welcome to my Mafia AU ;*

This story was requested by hellomotomoto ;* I hope you like it, lovely!

⚠️WARNING⚠️
VIOLENCE AND DEATH IN THE BEGINNING (the text between the two ⚠️ signs is the violence so if you need to skip, start reading after the last ⚠️)

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Yoongi POV:

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"I told you! I wasn't! I swear!" The prisoner's head flew to the side as Taehyung's inked fist made contact with his cheek. He let out a pained groan and scrunched up his face as blood pooled in his mouth from his molars shifting, his arms tugging at the chains linked to his wrists and attached to the wall. Taehyung stepped back with a hard glare, his knuckles bruised and his stance firm as he waited for instruction. Hoseok came up from behind him and stood in front of the bloody, broken man. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the prisoner with a knowing stare.

"But see," Hoseok muttered, "I have photographs and audio files that say you're lying." The prisoner gulped at Hoseok's words.

"How do you-"

"You don't ask the questions here," Taehyung seethed, his fists ready to strike again when ordered to. "Now you are going to start barking you little bitch, or so help me-"

"Enough." Hoseok, Taehyung, and the prisoner all whipped their heads to look in the direction of my stern voice. I stood from where I was leaning against the wall and stepped into the light. The prisoner's bloodshot eyes widened comically as I slowly stalked across the wet basement floor, my own analyzing his every breath like an owl watching its prey. Hoseok and Taehyung stepped back to be on either side of me. My head tilted to the side as I kept eye contact with the prisoner, my demeanor calm as he faced agonizing suspense.

"What's your name?" I asked in low mutter. The prisoner gulped.

"Ch-Chen," he stuttered. I nodded.

"Well, Chen. If you say that you didn't do it, I guess you didn't do it, isn't that right?" Chen nodded vigorously.

"Yes. Yes, exactly. I really didn't. I promise." I chuckled and put my hand on his shoulder. He gave me a beaming smile and let out a sigh of relief. I returned with a smirk.

"Yes, sir. They've been inside all day." Chen's face fell into one of fear as I quoted his exact words. "I haven't seen him arrive yet... There are no complications... It is going as planned... Yes, sir... I'm on my way..."  Chen lowered his head in shock and started to hyperventilate.

"No no no no no no-" I swiftly wrapped my hand around his throat and squeezed harder than I usually would. The man was found sneaking around our base with a camera in his bag and a voice recorder in his pocket. He was an EXO operative and my people do not get along well with his. And him refusing to give me information about why the hell he was snooping around my property was forcing my usually well-managed temper to surge up from my core and make me extremely agitated.

"Now, let's try this again," I growled. "Why are you here? Why did Chanyeol send you?" Chen gave me no indication he wanted to answer, so I squeezed harder, causing him to gasp for air and stand on his tiptoes to try to get away from my grip. "Come on now, Chen. You can make it stop... just tell me." He shook his head as his eyes started to roll in the back of his head. I growled in frustration and squeezed harder until I heard a stomach churning snap from his trachea being crushed. When his body hung limp in his chains, I turned to Hoseok with an annoyed glare and motioned to the dead man that wasted far too much of my time.
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