ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

*31

*D-DAY

Stepping out of the door, I took a full view of the secluded building in front of me. It was a 10 storey building. Not too dirty, not too clean either. Something which is perfect for secret meetings like this.

Adjusting my black leather coat over the white Cotton shirt, I marched forward in my black and white combination sneaks .

Guards at the both ends of door, gave an polite bow .

Unlike me, they had an formal suit on, perfectly styled. I indeed planned for an professional attire, but as the daylight outspread, my anxiety of accomplishing this mission grew and eventually I lost interest in everything.

I still don't know, what Rm wants from me, by making me his labour and using y/n as a bait but one thing is for sure, whatever he wants is gonna effect y/n is some way or other and never in million years I will let him win.

In the end, it feels like I am just moving with the flow, trying to save y/n from my own assumption of she getting hurt by Rm.

Giving an acknowledging nod, to them I entered the building without any weapon check up. After all they were my lads. Usually it would be jungkook attending this kind of meeting .

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Readjusting my cap, I twisted the door knob and opened it. Rm was seated at the end of the conference table, fiddling with his fingers and like I planned , no one else was here .

He was too zoned out to even hear my footsteps. I fake coughed . His eyes grew wide, upon noticing me. I pocketed my hands and stood briskly in front of me, in an effect, learning the surrounding.

Just a simple room with an white conference table reaching far ends of the room.

Making my way in, I closed the door shut and walked towards him. I stopped at exactly 5 foot distance from him and directly looked into his eyes . He Facepalmed and gave a deep sigh of realization.

" Fuck. I should have known" He said, leaning his head back.

" Now what! Are you going kill me , chock me to death, bury me alive, shoot me? " He asked, looking straight into my eyes. His words sounds just like words, there was no emotions in it. His expression felt so fake , as if he expected me here and has practised those words to show his surprise .

" You are definitely standing on thin ice but before cracking down, I want you to answer my questions? " I said , not showing any hint of suspiciousness .

" What makes you think I will answer them? " He asked me, with a unsourced smirk . I walked towards him, closing our distance.

" Aren't we here just for that" I said in a deep voice and walked past him.

His eyes followed my steps. I stopped near the big glass window behind him. Though my back was facing him, I could feel his gaze of curiosity and anticipation. There was this moment of silence.

Rather than the phrase ' Dare to speak' , it was more like he was eagerly waiting to hear the audacity of my words. He wants me to mess up with words and play the dominant part. I am not gonna give him that pleasure. Being a trapped bug in web is much worst than being submissive.

" The first day we met, you spoke about being happy together. What does that mean? " I asked him, vaguely going through the boarders of screen.

" I don't quiet remember saying that. Even if I did. It would be only about my happiness "

" Which is? " .

" To make you bleed" He ended planely.

That's expected. Not only him, almost every gangster in this field dreams about my death day and night. It is unnegotiable. I am sure, even he wants my demise. But the question is , how Dominating that wish is. More precise, what is the real aim behind his unauthorized objective of killing me.