BTS ~ 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯 || Seven Deadly Sins || Mafia AU

seventeen.

Minji's pov.

It was past one when I woke up. I got up and showered, trying my hardest to remove the knots in my hair that had worsened while I was sleeping. After getting out and changing into workout attire, I made my way down the slick brown stairs and into the dining hall. Yoongi was the only other person there, and he was half asleep in his chair when I entered.

"You alright?" I asked him, and he jolted up at my words. I laughed at him as he brushed some of his hair out of his face. "I'm alive, so that's good enough for me," He replied, returning his attention to the large number of sheets spread out on the table in front of him. "What are these?" I asked, making my way over to him. He looked up at me before sighing. "Jungkook gave them to me. It's mainly bank details, information about what your father and underboss have bought over the last while, stuff like that," He stated. I nodded, picking up a page from the table and skimming through it. As I did, I noticed my name printed in the corner. I furrowed my brows and read it properly from the top, focusing on the words on the soft paper. "Oh, that-" "This is my bank number? And my recent buys?!" I exclaimed, noticing some of the numbers and items on the long list. Yoongi turned red. "Well, yes, since you're technically Consigliere, we had to check because that would've been your job and-"

"Please tell me you haven't read this yet!" I yelped as I saw some of the items on the list. Yoongi chuckled lowly. "I didn't know you were a 'handcuffs' kind of girl," He said teasingly. I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, I work in the mafia industry, what do you expect me to buy? Flowers and a thank you card?" I replied, but Yoongi was still smiling devilishly.

"Pink fluffy ones?"

My eyes widened as he began to laugh properly. "They weren't mine! It's not like that! I wouldn't-" "Sure, Minji," He teased, and I hit him with the paper I had rolled up into a cylindrical shape. "It's honestly not like that. I haven't even- well, this morning - but other than that I haven't ever-"

Yoongi's laughter stopped abruptly. I had been rambling, and I hadn't realized what I had said until I saw Yoongi's serious eyes pierce through mine.

"What were you saying?"

I shook my head in a desperate attempt to save myself. "Nothing. Never mind," I replied quickly, but Yoongi wasn't having any of it. "Continue with what you were saying, Minji," He commanded. I bit my lip nervously before continuing. "It was nothing, really. I was just saying I wouldn't buy something like that because I've never needed -or wanted- to," I said. He clenched his jaw. "And what were you saying about this morning?" I looked down at the floor, not wanting to speak of the events that had happened in case I got into trouble. Surely Jimin wasn't supposed to do that with victims, either. Or maybe it's a tactic to lure people in and keep them-

"Jimin," I mumbled to myself, and Yoongi's eyes went from dark to rage filled. "Jimin what?" He growled. He was scary when he was angry. There was no sight of the Yoongi who wrote songs and touching lyrics now. His aura was dark. When I didn't say anything else he roughly pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, marching towards the door. "I'll kill him, I will," I heard him say under his breath as he disappeared down the hallway. I sighed as I sat on the chair he had been sitting on seconds prior.

What have I done?

Yoongi's pov.

I stormed down the hallway and into Namjoon's office, where I was surprised to see all the others sitting and listening to his orders. I grabbed Jimin by the collar and pulled him up out of his seat. Jimin looked scared. I rarely acted like this, I was aware, but I couldn't contain myself.

All I saw was red.

"Yoongi, what's going on?" Namjoon questioned, but I didn't let my grip loosen on Jimin. I pushed him away from me, hitting his shoulder accidentally. He winced. "So you and Minji, huh? What happened there? A quick hit? Is that it?" I yelled. The others didn't say a word. Neither did Jimin. My breathing was the loudest noise in the room, heavy from the rage that was building up inside me. Namjoon rose from his seat and made his way over to us. "What is he saying, Jimin?" He asked. Jimin's eyes switched between the both of us. "It wasn't anything! It was one kiss," He admitted quietly.

"You kissed her?!" Namjoon boomed. I almost felt the room vibrate from the volume of his voice. He was angrier than I was, if that was even possible. "Why are you so mad?!" Jimin yelled back, finding his voice. "Because of what we've been through? Do you want her to find out?" Namjoon yelled back. Jimin laughed and rolled his eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "And what? If anyone else kissed her you wouldn't care as much. You're just cautious of my fucking trait. One trait doesn't define someone!"
Namjoon looked as if he was about to overflow.
"Maybe it doesn't anymore, but it did for a long time, Jimin," He said, lowering his voice.
"Why are you so cautious of her knowing anyway?" Jimin asked.

That threw Namjoon over the edge.

His hands formed fists by his sides. "The humiliation? The jeering? The belittling? We're already seen as weak ever since that fucking fight with the Seoks. Do you think adding the fact that we're massive idiots who let things get to their heads will make them see us as any better?! Come on, Jimin. Do you want her to know that your little encounter was nothing?" He spat. Jimin laughed. "She knows that already," He replied.

My eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck did you tell her?" I yelled, and he put his hands up in defense. "Nothing! I just told her that no feelings were involved. Why do you care so much anyway?! What happened to 'keeping our emotions at bay'?" Namjoon's nails were digging into his palms and his knuckles were white. "Get out of my office," He said quietly. "But-" "I said get out, Jimin!" He yelled. Jimin turned around and stormed out of the office, slamming the heavy door behind him. I turned to look at Namjoon, but he was already making his way back to his desk. The others remained silent.

"What do we do?" Jin asked after a few moments. Namjoon looked over to him. "There isn't anything we can do. Continue as planned. Emote how you want to fucking emote. I don't care about anything except the main goal anymore." Namjoon ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. "Who else feels for her?" Namjoon asked, trying to keep his voice down. Nobody replied. He let out a sharp exhale of breath. "Who here feels for the Seok?" He repeated sternly, pausing between each word to show his anger. Hoseok was the first to raise his hand. Jungkook's hand followed slowly. I felt my hand rise before I knew what I was doing. To my surprise, Taehyung's hand made it's way upwards also. Jin was left with both hands on his lap, but that was somewhat expected from him. He was quite content on his own. Namjoon shook his head before letting out a breathy laugh. "Six out of seven. Six out of fucking seven. What in the name of heaven and hell have we come to?"