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Yoongi lit up a cigarette as he met the cold stare from the powerful man before him. About as powerful as Yoongi, if he were being honest. This meaningless meeting was practically just the two men posturing at each other, finishing off with empty threats before going about their business to meet and do it all over again a few months later.

“My dear Agust, haven’t you heard that smoking leads to lung cancer?” Jaebum asked the drug lord sarcastically. “You really ought to consider stopping. I would hate it if a measly disease took you out before I did.”

“I won’t live long enough for the consequences of smoking to take effect, but I'll make sure I live long enough to watch you bleed out before I go.”

Jaebum just laughed at Yoongi’s threat as he always did. This is how they worked—Jaebum acting whimsically psychotic and Yoongi remaining flat faced and throwing the gruesome banter right back. Yoongi had told Jaebum he was going to kill him more than he’d ever told anyone he loved them in his 30 years on this god forsaken planet.

“Must we always end our meetings this way?” Jaebum asked. “If you would just promise to stop selling my men fentanyl, we could just leave this all in the past and let what could be a beautiful friendship flourish.”

“If you would stop accusing me of letting my men anywhere near yours, I would have the pleasure of never seeing you again. But here we are, doing the same shit.” Yoongi took in a drag, not bothering to blow his smoke away from the mob boss.

“But Agust, you hardly have to see me now.” Jaebum pouted ironically. “And when we do meet, can you even fully see me? You never did explain to me how your vision is after your little accident.”

“It’s good enough to put a bullet through your skull from a mile away, Jaebum.” Yoongi said, taking another drag. “Although, maybe that’s not the best display of my aim, since it would be nearly impossible to miss a forehead as massive as yours.”

Jaebum always went for Yoongi’s scar, trying to get a reaction out of him. If he’d been the cause of it, it might have worked. But no one except Yoongi knew where it came from—no one still alive, that is—and so the comments and the jabs at it never affected the drug lord.

“Aw, are you jealous of my unmarred complexion?”

“If losing the scar meant adopting your catastrophic hairline, I’ll choose my scar every day of the week.”

“It sounds like you’re rather bitter that your triumphant takeover of this sector didn’t leave you unscathed.” Jaebum probed. “I supposed it’s not unsuspected, though. My victory is pretty rare.”

“Don’t you ever feel pathetic living in the glory days, Jaebum?” Yoongi asked. “The mob boss you took out was half your age, and still has far more memorable reputation than you’ll ever have. In the grand scheme of things, you’ll die a nobody with nothing but a shitty hair piece.” 

Before Jaebum could retaliate, there was a siren in the distance, instantly causing the men to freeze in the alleyway. It came closer, and from what they could hear, the car was speeding through the lanes. The two weren’t expecting to get raided at this hour, and didn’t even give another glance at the other before they were slipping through the alleyways to escape. Yoongi texted Namjoon to warn him in the warehouse, before scanning around to try and find a safe, unsuspecting spot for him to hide out in until the cops passed.

His eyes finally landed on what looked to be some sort of hippie store, and figured that was his best bet. He crossed the street, sauntering to appear unsuspicious until he made it inside—the little bell at the top of the door ringing once he opened it. Yoongi took a deep breath and entered the shop casually, his poker face mastered as not to draw attention to himself.

As he walked further into the store, he picked up the pleasant scents of the different flowers aligning the walls. There were pre-wrapped bouquets in vintage tin buckets and hand-made flower pots aligning the walls before the shelves of succulents. There were bird baths and garden gnomes along with other adorable yard decorations displayed, and Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a place as colorful and tranquil as this shop. The calm music played just quiet enough so it didn’t disrupt the peaceful trickle of the tiny fountain on display. Every new item that entered Yoongi’s vision seemed prettier than the last, and he too was entranced by the ambiance to notice the figure of someone coming before him.

“Can I help you?”

Yoongi startled as he nearly knocked into the source of the incredibly deep voice who had asked the question. The drug lord looked up from the jasmine he'd been inspecting to find a tall man with tan skin, dirty blonde hair, and a remarkably beautiful face before him. He wore a gray sweatshirt and sizable wire frame glasses, in one hand he held a tiny potted plant and in the other was another beautifully crafted bouquet of daisies.

“I’m alright, thanks.” Yoongi finally found his words. “I was just looking.”

“Anything specific?” The man asked, putting down the pot on its designated shelf and set the flowers down on one of the tables.

Now that the flowers weren’t blocking the man’s apron, Yoongi could see his nametag that read Taehyung.

“Not really,” Yoongi said, now feeling like a prick for walking in just to walk right out. “I’m just looking for something for my…mom.”

Lying was one of Yoongi’s strongest skills. It came so naturally to him that he didn’t even have to think about it before he could fabricate an entire backstory with hyper specific details. But for some reason, this employee impaired Yoongi’s ability to lie convincingly, or even speak in general.

“You seem unsure.” Taehyung grinned, presenting his straight, shining teeth, and it occurred to Yoongi that this might be the most gorgeous man he had ever seen.

“I just don’t know if my brother already got her some.” Yoongi regained his composure. “She has a lot of allergies, so I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, it’d probably be best to avoid triggering those allergies.” Taehyung nodded. “Well, if she has a garden, we have some decorations in the back room. If not, we have some cards as well depending on the occasion, or I could sneak you a bow to wrap around the bouquet your brother got.”

Taehyung gave a little laugh and winked at Yoongi as if he was in on some joke, and the drug lord felt his stomach do somersaults. He could not remember the last time he’d felt anything beyond irritation or animosity.

Yoongi wasn’t quite sure why he was even entertaining this. Typically he wouldn’t even have walked five steps from the door, let alone engage with one of the employees of some shop he was using as a temporary hideout.

Yet here he was, letting Taehyung lead him to where the wind chimes were.

“Do you know if your mom likes the sound? Some people find them to be a bit ominous.” The florist asked.

“I’m not really sure.” Yoongi said. “It might be best for me to take a look at her garden and then come back?”

“Sounds good, no pressure if she doesn’t need any new garden decor. Some people enjoy the simplicity of having just the plants dancing together.”

Yoongi tilted his head at the odd phrase, but something about the aesthetic and aura of this man gave the drug lord a sense that he probably spoke using poetic language that sounded beautiful if he were to explain the meaning. He wondered what went on in the mind of someone like Taehyung.

“I can grab you a bow to freshen up the bouquet your brother got her.” Taehyung said, motioning for Yoongi to follow him to the register. 

He pulled out the drawer where the ribbon lay and pulled a generous length, snipping it at a perfect angle and tying it in a perfect bow before handing it to Yoongi.

“If you pull this part it’ll tighten around the bouquet.” Taehyung said, demonstrating gently for the drug lord.

“Thank you.” Yoongi said. “How much do I owe you?”

Taehyung laughed, and Yoongi’s stomach did another silly little flip.

“You don’t have to pay, it’s just ribbon.” Taehyung said. “I’ll be satisfied knowing that your mom’s flowers were given with love.”

Yoongi lingered for a moment, unsure of how to exit in a friendly manner. He never spoke to people like this, using pleasantries or kind words. Every conversation was direct, laced with cursing and threats.

“I’ll come back when I see my mom’s garden.” Yoongi said abruptly, as if outside of himself.

“I look forward to seeing you again.” Taehyung smiled invitingly. “What was your name?”

“Agust.” 

Something about giving Taehyung his pseudonym made Yoongi feel lonely. It reminded him of his world, and that nobody could be trusted, including this handsome florist. He wasn’t even sure why he’d let this interaction last this long in the first place.

“That’s pretty.” Taehyung smiled at Yoongi. “I’m Taehyung.”

Oh, Yoongi knew that. He’d been staring down at his nametag since it was visible, admiring the cursive penmanship which he could only imagine was Taehyung’s.

“Nice to meet you.” Yoongi said. “Thanks again for this.”

Yoongi wanted to gag at himself for how awkward he knew he sounded, but Taehyung didn’t seem to notice. If anything, it would appear that he found it endearing.

“Not a problem. And before you go,” He reached over to the unfinished bouquet he’d been putting together, plucking the daisies from it and handing them to Yoongi.

“For my mom?” Yoongi asked.

“No, for you.” Taehyung chuckled at Yoongi’s apprehensiveness. “You give me the vibe that you probably haven’t been given flowers often.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide and he had to clear his throat before the shop owner caught a glimpse of the effect it had.

“Thank you.” The drug lord said, reaching out for the stems.

When he took it from the florist, Taehyung focused on something.

“Your hands.” He pointed out.

“My hands?” Yoongi held one up, examining it for blood or soot debris nervously. “What about them?”

“They’re really pretty.” 

Taehyung had a soft smile on his face as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the drug lord’s wrist, gently bringing it closer. He held his own hand up against Yoongi’s, measuring them to each other. 

Yoongi was curious about Taehyung’s motive here. The drug lord had always had pretty big hands for his average stature, which seemed to confuse people whenever they focused on them. But to his surprise, the shop owner’s fingers surpassed Yoongi’s when pressed together.

“I thought they might be bigger than mine.” Taehyung chuckled. “My hands are kind of cut up from the thorns and sheers after a while. I’m jealous of yours.”

Taehyung’s hands were incredibly warm compared to Yoongi’s. Though, as he’d said, not soft due to handling thorny plants and rough pots. Either way, they felt really good.

“You have nice hands too.” Yoongi complimented, then instantly regretted it, feeing stupid. 

This was not congruent with his persona. He shouldn’t even be in this fluffy flower shop, accepting daisies from this handsome florist and complimenting his hands.

He pulled his hand away quickly, but Taehyung didn’t seem offended. He just smiled kindly at Yoongi’s bashfulness masked by his hard demeanor.

“Thank you.” Yoongi repeated, turning on his heel to rush out of the store.

He knew he should toss the flowers in the street the minute he was out of Taehyung’s view, but instead he snuck a quick whiff before shoving them into his leather coat pocket.

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“Where are you rushing off to?” Namjoon asked the drug lord.

Yoongi was hastily cleaning off his gun then put it in his drawer as his men dragged his ex-client’s bloody body away. The drug lord usually tried not to get his hands dirty, but the scumbag was so far past due in paying back his debt that in an act of frustration, Yoongi had just offed the man himself, and now he needed to go cool down.

“Don’t get his blood on my carpet or you’ll be next.” Yoongi threatened the men, ignoring Namjoon’s question.

“Are you working something on the side?” The younger persisted.

“No.” Yoongi finally addressed him, loading some bullets into his ‘22 before securing it in his belt. “I just have some things I need to take care of.”

“Sounds cryptic.” Namjoon teased.

“Will you just hold it down for like 20 minutes?” Yoongi snapped at him, uninterested in explaining himself.

“Alright, grumpy.” Namjoon said ironically. “Go ahead and exact your revenge, or whatever this mystery mission is.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and hurried out the back entrance of the warehouse. He dropped his scowl as he checked his appearance in one of the windows before making his way down the alley to the street. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself before he reached his destination. It was amazing how drastically his entire personality shifted once he’d arrived.

He straightened his tie and tucked his hair behind his ears before pushing open the glass door of the shop. His eyes scanned around the colorful plants for a moment, appreciating the floral scents before he landed on his target. The owner was finishing up wrapping a bouquet for what looked to be a grandmother and her grandchild. He looked down sweetly at the little girl, plucking some type of small pink flower from one of his potted plants and tucking it behind her ear.

The girl giggled and the two thanked him before waving him off. Taehyung wished them a good day, and once they’d reached the door his eyes finally landed on Yoongi.

“You’re back.” He greeted the druglord with that devastatingly gorgeous smile. “How have you been, Agust?”

Yoongi nearly cringed hearing it. Something about such a lovely person as Taehyung using his mafia name hurt, and Yoongi instantly grew a distaste for it.

“I’ve been alright.” He said, nervously cracking a couple of his knuckles at his sides with his thumb. “How have you been?”

“It’s been great, we actually just recently got some mason jar wall sconces and terrariums.” He came closer to Yoongi, taking an extra pink flower and tucking it behind the drug lord’s ear like he had with the little girl. “I’m playing around with how to decorate them. Wanna see?”

Yoongi was currently recovering from the butterflies that Taehyung’s fingers brushing against his skin had caused.

“Yes.” Yoongi finally got out.

He had absolutely no idea what Taehyung had just said, but he was just trying to compose himself when the florist wrapped his long fingers around Yoongi’s wrist to lead him to the back room.

“These are the wall sconces. I’m thinking of painting some of them white with floral designs for the gardener to choose their decorative flowers of choice, or some just transparent to put lights inside and some simple greenery.” 

Yoongi watched as Taehyung’s fingers lightly ran across whatever he was describing, his gentle movements hypnotizing the drug lord with how peaceful it was. The florist was so passionate when he was talking about his craft, and it made Yoongi feel something he hadn’t experienced in a while. It was a mixture of inspiration as well as longing. 

He felt that inspiration he once held in his younger years when he hoped to become something more than what he was, and the longing came from what happened when he realized his ultimate fate in life…however long it would last. Given the lifespan of men involved in his line of work, Yoongi probably didn’t have much more time before he was taken out by one of his many enemies sooner or later.

“This looks nice.” Yoongi pointed to one of the jars Taehyung was working on.

“Thank you, I still need to perfect it, but I’m glad it’s turning out okay so far.” Taehyung grinned. “Wanna see the terrariums?”

“Yes.” 

Yoongi was unsure whether or not to ask what they were now or if he should just let himself figure it out once he saw them. Taehyung pulled up what looked to be a glass box with wood structuring and a little latch. 

“They’re coined as ‘garden in a box.’ Basically you make the tiny garden into a theme.” Taehyung said. “Sometimes people make them look like a mystical garden with fairy figurines, or they’ll put it together like a movie scene.”

He held one up to show Yoongi. It had a white, weathered wooden frame with a brass little latch. It was opened and Yoongi peeked inside to see Taehyung had crafted it with moss, daisies, tiny leaves with twinkle lights aligning the corners. There were some plastic red and white mushrooms, and scattered around were little white figurines that struck Yoongi with a burst of nostalgia.

“I know those.” Yoongi said, pointing to the white pieces. “They’re from a movie I watched as a kid.”

“Princess Mononoke!” Taehyung said enthusiastically. “They’re the kodomas. Did you watch a lot of Studio Ghibli movies growing up?”

“Yes, actually.” Yoongi said, suddenly unhashing a deep rooted memory. “I used to watch them with my brother.”

“Which was your favorite?”

“I don’t really remember the names.” Yoongi admitted. 

“Give me some details, I’ll be able to guess.” Taehyung said confidently.

“I think it was one where these kids went to some secret place and there were these robots in a garden?”

“Castle in the Sky.” Taehyung named it instantly. “That’s one of my favorites too, although I wouldn’t have pinned it to be yours.”

“What would you have thought for me?” Yoongi asked, genuinely curious.

“You give me more Howl’s Moving Castle vibes.” 

“Is that the one with the tall guy and the old woman?”

“Yep.” Taehyung blessed Yoongi with his laughter. “You remember just enough for me to guess which one. Your homework might be to do a Studio Ghibli marathon and report back to me.”

“Report back to you?” Yoongi furrowed his brows. “What for?”

“So you can tell me how you want me to make your terrarium.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat to hide his blushing.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to do that.”

“You’ve inspired me. I want to make some more Studio Ghibli themed boxes.” Taehyung said. “I’ll need your descriptions to help me put them together in the most aesthetically pleasing way possible.”

“I think you’re way more artistic than me.” Yoongi shook his head. “There’s not much I could help you with.”

“Well, then you can be my moral support.” Taehyung grinned down at Yoongi, and the drug lord realized only then how close they were standing.

“I’ll try my best.” Yoongi gave the empty promise, slipping away. “I have to get going now.”

“Going? You just got here?”

“I was just stopping by to say hi.” Yoongi said, straightening his tie once again, which he’d realized was a newly developed nervous tick he got solely around the handsome flower shop owner. “It was good to see you, Taehyung.”

“Good to see you too, Agust.” Taehyung waved, chuckling at how flustered Yoongi had become. “Make sure to watch those movies for me, alright?”

“I will.” Yoongi promised again before hurrying out, nearly knocking over some bouquets on his way.

“Wait!” Taehyung’s voice called to him. 

Yoongi stopped in his tracks, turning around to face the florist.

“Take this.” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s hand to place one of the little kodoma figurines in his palm. Yoongi curiously looked up at Taehyung, who just shared his gaze fondly. “To remind you of your homework. And of me.”

The drug lord didn’t have time to turn away before the florist saw him blush. Getting that reaction from the scar-faced man had become one of Taehyung’s favorite things.

“Thank you.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’ll watch the movies.”

The drug lord rushed out of the store, taking a heavy sigh once the cold autumn air hit his face. If he weren’t supposed to be such a dangerous man, Yoongi might have enjoyed sticking around and spending more time with Taehyung. But Yoongi was a dangerous man, and he didn’t have time to stick around and spend time with a flower shop boy.

He started on his way home, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear when his fingers grazed against something. He pulled it down and realized it was the pink flower Taehyung had adorned him with. 

Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from the little grin that curled his lips as he stared at it. Then he remembered who he was and where he was headed back to, and simply stuffed the flower in his pocket as he’d done with the daisies. It didn’t matter that he was drying them out to keep them in a jar in his mansion, just that none of his men saw him with the dainty blossoms.

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Yoongi was aware of how ridiculous what he was doing was. He would finish threatening a client or making a drug deal, then take a short break to go visit Taehyung. Sometimes after just witnessing a man get shot or beaten before him while he stared with a straight face.

The dread of Taehyung finding out about what Yoongi was and what he did kept the drug lord from ever hanging around for too long. He wasn’t even sure whether the shop owner enjoyed him or tolerated him, since he was perhaps the kindest person Yoongi had ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

But he couldn’t help himself from visiting him. Almost against his will, he would be cleaning up his desk and walking down the block to Taehyung’s shop the minute the wall clock signaled that it was noon.

Yoongi felt the warmth of the nursery shelter him from the cold once he walked into the flower shop. Taehyung wasn’t at the front, nor watering his plants, which immediately disappointed the drug lord.

“In here!” Taehyung’s voice called from behind the register.

A sense of relief came over Yoongi as he walked to the back where Taehyung had been working on his terrariums for the past couple weeks. He was making excellent progress, and it excited Yoongi to lean against the table and watch Taehyung’s beautiful fingers decorate the glass boxes.

“That looks nice.” Yoongi said once he’d taken his usual spot to observe the flower shop owner work.

“Thanks.” Taehyung turned around and wiped his soil-covered hands on one of the rags. “You’re just in time, I finally finished the Princess Mononoke one.”

Taehyung crouched down to slide it from the bottom shelf, and gently placed it on the crafting table. Once again, Yoongi was amazed by Taehyung’s artistry, and admired the terrarium with awe.

“It’s amazing.” Yoongi said. 

“It took me two weeks.” Taehyung laughed, brushing his bangs out of his face. “I’ve been waiting to show you before I put it on display.”

Hearing Taehyung tell Yoongi he had been waiting for him did something within the drug lord that made him scold himself for enjoying it so much.

“Are you going to sell it?” Yoongi asked. It was so beautiful, but it did sadden Yoongi to think that he wouldn’t see it ever again.

“Not yet. I think for now I’ll keep it on display.” Taehyung said, double checking all the aspects to it. “I don’t think I could part with it so soon after how long it took me to finish.”

It gave Yoongi an odd sense of joy knowing that he’d get to see one of the most sentimental pieces of Taehyung’s creativity for a bit when he would visit the owner. He’d grown a bit attached to it as well, since it had been one of the initial bonding points for the two.

“Oh,” Yoongi remembered, reaching into his pocket to pull out the kodoma figurine. “Do you want this back to put inside?”

Taehyung glanced down at the kodoma, then back up to Yoongi with that heartthrob smile.

“That was a present.” He chuckled. “It was to remind you of your homework and me. You completed your homework, but I don’t want you to forget about visiting me.”

“I won’t.” Yoongi answered a bit too quickly for a drug lord, internally cringing at himself.

“Well good, the kodoma can be a present then to thank you for keeping me company.”

Yoongi had given up on trying to hide when Taehyung made him blush. It wasn’t incredibly well lit in the shop, so he hoped that helped. And regardless, every time Taehyung spoke to him he blushed anyway, so the only other solution to hide the embarrassing reaction would be to stop seeing Taehyung.

And that wasn’t going to happen.

“You usually rush out about now, so I’m going to take these last couple minutes to ask for your number.” Taehyung said.

Yoongi couldn’t conceal his expression, revealing how much the request had thrown him off. He’d never struggled to hide his emotions in his profession, but Taehyung made him forget all of those skills. He also made him feel a lot more than anything else in his life, so there was that too.

“Oh–”

“You don’t have to if you’re more private about that.” Taehyung said with an understanding grin. “But I just thought I’d ask in case.”

Yoongi internally cursed himself for leaving his personal phone at home. He only ever took his business phone to work, not interested in getting distracted by non work-related calls or texts while at work. It didn’t matter much anyway, most nights when he came home to check his personal phone, there was nothing waiting for him.

But now here he was without his phone, and he also didn’t know his number. He hardly ever used that one, and he was not about to put Taehyung in danger by saving his information on his business phone.

“No no, I will.” Yoongi said. “It’s just…”

Taehyung tilted his head, confused at Yoongi’s reaction.

“This is going to sound like I’m lying, but I left my phone at home and I don’t know the number because it’s new.” Yoongi said, and he could practically hear the thoughts in Taehyung’s head, not believing him.

It made sense, Yoongi wouldn’t believe it either.

“But, if you give me your number, I’ll text you when I get home.” Yoongi promised, looking a little too desperate.

Taehyung couldn’t help but be a bit amused at the miniature meltdown Yoongi was having over such a small thing.

“Okay, here.” Taehyung reached over and grabbed a pen and one of the discarded tags from his tulips.

He wrote down his number with a smiley face next to it and handed it to Yoongi.

“Promise you’ll text me?”

“Yes.” Yoongi answered immediately.

Taehyung had been mostly kidding with the faux neediness, but it was clear Yoongi hadn’t picked up on that. The serious demeanor Yoongi held just made him even cuter to Taehyung.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later then.” Taehyung said, walking Yoongi to the door. As usual, he plucked one of the smaller flowers and tucked it behind Yoongi’s ear before the drug lord left.

Yoongi noticed that Taehyung was focusing on something this time as he placed the flower.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asked.

“I just realized your hair is kinda long for a businessman.” Taehyung said, instantly making Yoongi insecure.

“It is?” He reached a hand up to feel, only to be stopped by Taehyung’s long fingers around his wrist.

“Yeah, I like it. It’s unique.” Taehyung eased his anxiety, tucking one of the strands behind his ear carefully with his pinky. “You’re unique.”

Yoongi stared up at the tan man’s sharp jaw as he focused on the drug lord’s hair before looking down to meet his eyes. His beautiful lips curled at the corner as he studied Yoongi’s face, and the drug lord suddenly broke out of his trance and reached for the door handle.

“I’ll text you.” He said, hearing Taehyung giggle at his frenzied exit.

“See you, Agust.”

After showering off the sin of the day, Yoongi sat on his bed, staring at his personal phone sitting next to him. The soil-covered tag with Taehyung’s number was in his hand, his eyes nervously shifting back and forth between the two as he hyped himself up. He had been questioning how to go about this for an embarrassing amount of time.

Should he text “hi” or “this is Agust” or try to go for a bit more charismatic of an approach like “it’s your favorite customer,” or just text his name with no further context? The last option felt more like a serial killer, plus he didn’t really want to keep using his fake name with Taehyung even though he had to. 

It always made Yoongi internally recoil when Taehyung called him that. For some reason, even though that’s who 99.9% of people in his life addressed him as, he hated hearing the soft flower shop owner refer to him with that. Taehyung was an escape from his miserable life, he didn’t want to be reminded of it.

Yoongi summoned his courage and finally reached for the phone. The drug lord honestly wasn’t too savvy with it, given that it was an iPhone which he hardly used, and Yoongi’s work phone that he was on all day was an Android. 

Once he’d finally typed out the number on the keypad, the dangerous, mastermind drug lord was struggling to figure out how to add the name to his contacts. In a fumble of his fingers, he accidentally pressed the “dial” button, and then suddenly the phone was calling Taehyung.

“Shit!” Yoongi scrambled to turn it off when the phone slipped off his thigh, and onto the floor. He jumped for it, praying that Taehyung was away from his phone and didn’t see it. 

Yoongi fully landed on the floor, the impact knocking the wind out of him slightly as his stomach lay flat against the wood now. He finally got the device in his hands, and to his dismay, the phone screen changed and the timer was running, indicating that the florist had picked up the call.

“Hello?”  

Yoongi heard the deep voice on the other side of the line and nearly hid under the bed. What was he to do now? Hang up and block the number? Tell Taehyung his dead mom had run over the phone with her car then never go back to the shop again?

“Hello?”  Taehyung asked again, and Yoongi internally groaned before responding.

“Hi.” Yoongi finally said, clenching his eyes closed in embarrassment.

“Agust?”

“Yeah. It’s me.” Yoongi answered, pushing aside his displeasure at hearing Taehyung call him by that name.

“I’m happy to hear from you. I was worried you’d forgotten.”

“I wouldn’t forget about you.” He responded, then immediately felt nauseous by what he’d said, especially when he heard Taehyung chuckling on the other end.

“Thank you, Agust.”  Taehyung responded. “How was work?”

Yoongi winced at the question. He wasn’t quite sure how to answer, seeing as he clearly couldn’t lie that well when it came to Taehyung. Although, maybe over the phone, he’d have more luck.

“It was okay, just slow. I was a bit tired.” Yoongi answered. “How was your day?”

“Mine was good. It’s a little lonely sometimes, but seeing you always makes the day better.”

Yoongi hid his face in his arm, still lying flat on the floor. He felt like a middle schooler, kicking his feet in the air over his crush.

“It’s actually really convenient you called. I’m in the middle of cooking so my hands weren’t free to text.”  Taehyung said. “Have you eaten?”

Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time someone asked him that, or checked up on his health in any form period. That’s not how he and his men were.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”  Taehyung questioned. “What do you mean?”

“It gets a little hectic at work and I forget sometimes.”

“Did you eat dinner?”

Yoongi recalled his day, and registered that he hadn’t. He’d been too anxious to call Taehyung to do anything besides shower after work. “I haven’t. But I’m okay, it happens a lot.”

“It most certainly is not okay.”  Taehyung said. “Do you want to come over? I’m making chicken pesto.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide at the unexpected invitation. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten dinner with someone—probably not since his last relationship years ago.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” Yoongi said, which was a bit of a lie. True, he didn’t want to bother Taehyung, but Yoongi would love to spend more time with the florist than just 10 minutes on weekdays.

“You wouldn’t be, I’d love to have you over.”  

Yoongi chewed at his lip, his feet still kicking in the air. “Where do you live?” 

“I actually live in the apartment right above the flower shop.” Taehyung said. “Are you close by?”

Yoongi really wasn’t, but he’d be damned if that kept him from this opportunity.

“Yes, I can be there in like 20. Will the food be cold by then? I don’t want to ruin your dinner.”

“Not at all, I’ll wait on finishing it up till you get here.”

“Okay, I’ll leave now.” Yoongi tried to sound composed as he was scrambling to pull on pants and a shirt.

“Great! See you soon. Drive safe.”  Taehyung said happily, then the line cut.

Yoongi was practically running around his house to gather his keys and pistol, locking up everything and setting the alarm before getting in his old civic to avoid any suspicion as to why he was driving such a lavish sports car as a simple businessman.

Was this safe? No. Was this a terrible idea? Absolutely. Should he be getting this involved with someone outside of his world? Fucking hell no. But he couldn’t help himself. Taehyung was more addicting than the drugs he got his customers hooked on, and Yoongi had resisted any and every vice for his whole life. As long as he didn’t put Taehyung in danger, he was going to let himself have this for once.

Yoongi questioned whether or not he should have brought something for dinner when Taehyung answered the door. He looked pretty similar to what he wore to work in terms of apparel, but his hair was a bit more unruly, presumably after showering and air drying. Yoongi, however, was quite the fresh sight to see.

He had on jeans instead of slacks, a long sleeve t-shirt instead of his button-up and blazer, and his hair was even more unruly than Taehyung's in juxtaposition to how it was usually slicked back neatly for work. The drug lord hadn’t even thought about putting more effort into his appearance, solely focused on not making Taehyung wait. Now that he picked up on Taehyung analyzing his attire, Yoongi started to fidget.

“Uh, sorry I look like this.” Yoongi instinctively apologized, making Taehyung laugh.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m kind of…not well put together.” Yoongi trailed off.

“Agust, I think it would’ve been weirder if you’d come in a suit and tie to eat pasta in my living room.” Taehyung grinned. “I’ve just never seen you like this. You look cute.”

Taehyung gave compliments so easily, it was hard for Yoongi to take without becoming visibly bashful. Taehyung could tell Yoongi was constantly trying to hide his reactions, which only made him want to compliment the older even more. 

“Come on up.” Taehyung motioned for Yoongi to follow him in. 

He closed and locked the shop door behind him, and led Yoongi to the staircase before he abruptly stopped.

“Oh wait,” He switched paths and took Yoongi to the back room. “I wanted to show you something.”

The florist sat on the bench and pulled out a new terrarium, setting it on the table.

“I made this one with you in mind.”

The comment had Yoongi holding back the giddy smile tugging at his lips as Taehyung turned on the twinkle lights to reveal that the glass box was decorated in the theme of Castle in the Sky, which Yoongi had shared was his favorite Studio Ghibli movie. The mini garden looked incredible similar to the one in the movie, and Yoongi’s lips parted and his eyes widened in awe.

“Do you like it?” Taehyung asked, staring at Yoongi in anticipation.

“It’s amazing.” Yoongi leaned in to see it better, unaware at how close their faces were to each other.

“I’m almost done, I just have to place the robot, but I wasn’t sure where you wanted it.” Taehyung retrieved the figurine, holding it out for a puzzled Yoongi to take.

“Me?” The drug lord asked as he hesitantly accepted the mini robot. “I’m not artistic at all. I don’t think I’m the best person for this job.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Taehyung chuckled. “And either way, I have three different spots. Just pick one and plop it in.”

Yoongi nervously looked down at the cute little robot, insecure of ruining Taehyung’s masterpiece. He bit his lip before returning to Taehyung’s gaze, noticing that the florist’s eyes seemed to be fixated on his mouth for a moment before he met Yoongi’s eyes again.

“Are you sure?” The drug lord asked once more. 

“Positive.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and reached forward, realizing he had to awkwardly hunch over so as not to be too much in Taehyung’s space. The florist noticed, and laughed lightly at his posture.

“Oh, here.” Suddenly Taehyung’s large hands were on Yoongi’s hips, pulling him in to place the drug lord down into his lap. “This might be easier.”

Yoongi was frozen, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute as his face went crimson red. He was beyond relieved that his back was facing Taehyung, so the florist wouldn’t see the effect the action had on Yoongi.

“Alright, it’s in your hands.” Taehyung encouraged him.

“My hands are shaky.” Yoongi informed the florist.

True, his hands weren’t ever too stable. But given what had just happened, his whole body was trembling with adrenaline.

“I’ll help.” Taehyung cupped his fingers around Yoongi’s, leading his hand forward. “Where would you like it?”

Yoongi felt pretty confident that Taehyung might be aware of how unnecessary this position was for such a simple task, but he didn’t fight it. He was embarrassingly thrilled at where he’d ended up, if he were being honest.

“Uh–” Yoongi’s eyes darted around the terrarium, trying to focus while his stomach was flipping relentlessly. “How about there? Near the little bird’s nest.”

Taehyung guided Yoongi’s hand, letting the drug lord place it exactly where the florist had prepared.

“Excellent choice.” Taehyung praised, his other hand still placed on Yoongi’s hip. “I think that looks best.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi had barely managed to get his face’s crimson blush back to a light pink dusting of his cheeks when he got off Taehyung’s lap.

The florist took Yoongi to the absolute back of the store and up the stairs. It almost felt like a secret hideaway with how cramped the entrance was. However, once Taehyung opened the  door at the top of the narrow staircase, Yoongi entered and looked around the adorable apartment.

Everything about it screamed Taehyung. The art on the walls, the blown glass and figurines on the shelves, the plants in the windowsill, the vintage radio under the window and twinkle lights aligning the wall behind the TV. It was warm and cozy and welcoming, just like Taehyung. Looking around, Yoongi realized it was more of a studio apartment, with the only private area being his bed which was behind a folding screen, decorated with a pink blossom tree. 

It was beautiful, and Yoongi would’ve put money down that Taehyung probably painted it himself.

“Sorry it's a tad messy.” Taehyung laughed. “I tried to clean up before you got here.”

“It’s not messy.” Yoongi shook his head.

It really wasn’t by most people's standards. Yoongi never had a single pillow out of place at his home, but he was just anal like that. It’s what made him so good at his job, that he had strict order and noticed every little detail. It made his mansion far less warm and welcoming than the florist's cute little apartment.

Taehyung gave the older a hefty serving of chicken pesto along with garlic bread and some sliced oranges.

“You’re not allergic, are you?” Taehyung asked, once they were seated in his living room. There was only a coffee table in the small area, so there was nowhere else for them to sit than next to each other on his comfortable couch.

“To oranges?” Yoongi might have laughed if he wasn’t positive Taehyung didn’t have that allergy. “No, I’m not. I like them a lot.”

“That’s good, sometimes you never know.” Taehyung started circling up some of the pasta in his fork. “What’s your favorite fruit?”

Yoongi tilted his head at the question. It was so innocent that it felt like a “tell the class something interesting about yourself” type of question in grade school, but he answered nonetheless.

“Tangerines. What’s yours?”

“Strawberries for sure. They're the only fruit I also like in desserts. I don’t like citrus in my baked goods, personally, and blueberries are great on their own but the texture feels kind of weird in muffins.” Taehyung shared his much more elaborate answer. “What’s your favorite dessert?”

While at first Yoongi found the conversation hard to take seriously, eventually he began enjoying himself with the childlike questions. Taehyung was much more talkative than Yoongi, and it was entertaining to watch him turn any comment or question into a whole analysis, and no matter how many tangents he went on, he was always able to bring it back to the origin of the conversation. 

Yoongi hadn’t ever met someone with such a calming energy be so extroverted at the same time, and he somewhat admired it, though he would never want to be as talkative himself. Chatting too much led to oversharing, which led to trouble in his profession. Though, even with Yoongi not talking nearly as much, Taehyung didn’t seem to find it awkward. If anything, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s presence regardless, which confused the drug lord.

Taehyung let Yoongi help him clean up the dishes at the older’s persistence, in exchange for Yoongi staying to watch an episode of Taehyung’s favorite anime. The two were rather close on the couch now, Taehyung lounged out with his arm resting on the back of the cushion and Yoongi sitting a bit rigidly next to him.

The florist had been explaining characters and scenes throughout the first half, somewhat distracting Yoongi from paying attention to the show, but he didn’t mind. He’d rather listen to Taehyung talk anyway.

Once a longer commercial hit on Taehyung’s non-premium account, the younger rolled his head to the side on the couch cushion to look at Yoongi.

“So, are you gonna tell me your name, yet?” He asked, causing Yoongi to choke on the water he was sipping before looking over at the florist with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked, still coughing a bit from the water going down the wrong pipe.

“I mean that Agust isn’t your real name.” Taehyung answered.

“How did you know?” Yoongi asked, significantly more anxious.

“I didn’t. You just told me.” Taehyung finished with a little laugh, and Yoongi felt his heart drop. 

“How were you so sure it wasn’t my real name?”

“The guilty look on your face when you told me the first time, and the fact that you cringe every time I say it.” Taehyung pointed out, surprising Yoongi by how observant he was. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just wanted you to know that I know it’s not your real name, and that you can give me another fake name that won’t make you cringe so hard if you want.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure where to go from there. Taehyung still wasn’t confirmed to be uninvolved in the business. There was still a chance he was undercover, and the fact that he knew Agust wasn’t Yoongi’s real name wasn’t helping his case in convincing the drug lord that Taehyung was oblivious to his profession. He could have already incriminated himself in admitting to Agust being a pseudonym.

He knew he was an idiot for exposing himself already, but he refused to threaten Taehyung like he normally would with anyone else he suspected to be undercover. In the likely chance that Taehyung was just a simple florist, Yoongi didn’t want to ruin what they had. Which wasn't much, but still.

“I’m…not really supposed to be open with that information.” Yoongi admitted hesitantly.

“That’s alright. Do you wanna make up another name in that case?” Taehyung asked, surprisingly unaffected by the oddity that was Yoongi refusing to give his name.

Yoongi thought back to nicknames he used to go by in school by his friends, teammates, coaches, teachers. 

“Some people used to call me Suga.” Yoongi said.

Those “some people” consisted of Yoongi’s boyfriend of over 5 years ago, who had shortened his original term of endearment from “sugar” to “suga” for laughs, and it ended up sticking.

“Suga?” Taehyung smiled in amusement. “Alright, Suga it is.”

Yoongi let a shy smile peek through. It sounded much better coming out of Taehyung’s mouth. 

The drug lord hadn’t noticed that he was dozing off to the show until the sun shining through the window disrupted his slumber. He looked around, disoriented and curious why he was asleep in his clothes, sitting up on a couch in a place he wasn’t familiar with. He felt movement next to him and realized that there was a head on his shoulder, and upon further inspection he found it to be Taehyung’s.

A surge of mixed emotions coursed through him. First of all, that he’d slept over at Taehyung’s house. Second of all, that he had fallen asleep cuddled up to Taehyung. Third of all, that it was morning and they were both most likely late to their jobs.

“Tae?” Yoongi tried to gently shake the younger awake. 

Taehyung stirred enough to respond, but barely. “Hm?”

“It’s morning.” Yoongi said. 

Taehyung frowned and finally opened his eyes to check that Yoongi was correct.

“Oh shit.” He yawned, stretching and sitting up right. “My back is gonna be fucked.”

“Same.” Yoongi said, now capable of reaching into his pocket to check the time on his phone. 

By some miraculous stroke of luck, the sun had awoken him right as it came up, meaning he still had a couple hours to go home and get changed for work. Taehyung rubbed his swollen eyes and looked over at Yoongi, smiling through his tired expression.

“You look cute.” He said, referring to Yoongi’s messy bed-head and puffy red eyes from being freshly woken up.

The drug lord would probably have been rendered speechless by the compliment if he weren’t half asleep. 

“Thanks.” He grinned, following Taehyung’s yawn and stretch combo before hoisting himself up. “I should go get ready for work.”

Taehyung looked like he wanted to say something, then backed out from it.

“I’ll walk you out.”

The florist gave him a surprisingly tight hug once they got to the entrance, but Yoongi didn’t mind. He gladly accepted it, though he was too shy to embrace Taehyung as tightly. It occurred to Yoongi as he released that he couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged.

“I’ll see you later?” Taehyung asked once they’d finally pulled away.

“Yes.” Yoongi nodded, regaining his serious composure as he tried to get into the headspace he needed to work. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Thanks for the little sleepover.” Taehyung chuckled, ruffling Yoongi’s hair. “Goodbye, Suga.”

While Yoongi quite appreciated this conversion of his nickname, it still didn’t sound right. He would love to hear Taehyung’s deep voice say his real name, but he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t let it happen.

Yoongi didn’t see Taehyung later, which disappointed the florist. The drug lord had tried, but there was a problem with one of the deals, so he had to drive down to a different warehouse with his men and sort it out.

He couldn’t help but check his watch repeatedly, growing anxious about not seeing Taehyung nor messaging him to explain why he wouldn’t be coming by. It wasn’t good that he was so preoccupied with something that wasn’t his work, but he couldn’t help it. The florist had that effect on him—making him weak.

“What’s the fuckin problem, Gee?” Yoongi growled, extra callous at the intrusion of his time to see Taehyung.

“Your guys sold me a laced batch, and now my clients are pissed.” The man scowled at the drug lord.

“Impossible.” Yoongi said. “We know the chemist, he works in our warehouse. We oversee every batch being made. If there was any tampering, it was from your men.”

“How fucking dare you insinuate that my mules were lacing what you sold me!”

“I would watch your fucking mouth if I were you.” Yoongi threatened, his men instinctually cocking their guns as a warning

The buyer didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

“You can’t intimidate me, Agust. You owe your damn near entire clientele to me.”

“Yes. You introduced them to me, and now I work with them personally. Your influence on them means nothing now that they’re current buyers.” Yoongi said.

“One bad word from me and they’ll drop you. You have no idea who you’re fucking with, Agust.”

“Right, I’m extremely intimidated.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he lit his cigarette.

In the millisecond that Yoongi’s eyes were averted to the flame, Gee pulled a gun from his waistband, aiming it at the drug lord.

“You should be!” He yelled, and then there was a gunshot.

The drug lord moved just in time, though the bullet blew through the head of one of his men, his blood splattering onto Yoongi’s face from how close in proximity they were. Yoongi took his gun from his belt, dodging another shot from Gee before aiming.

It didn’t end up mattering, because his men had practically blown the buyer up with how many bullets they unloaded into him. It was clear that the false accusation was meant for him to trap Yoongi and kill him, meaning Gee was sent by one of the competing drug lords who wanted to take him out. Whatever they’d promised to pay Gee must have been a lot, because what he’d just done was practically a suicide mission, and Yoongi was amazed at how someone could convince Gee that he’d make it out alive to see that money.

Suddenly there were police sirens blaring through the windows, and Yoongi’s men yelled for everyone to scatter.

“Shit!” Yoongi cursed, dropping his cigarette to join his men in the rush to evade the cops.

Though his men were loyal, it was an unspoken code that once the cops were around, it was every man for themselves. At the end of the day, most of them had families to feed and people who would be shocked to find out their profession via being arrested, so there was no expectation of protection on the drug lord's end.

As usual, Yoongi had scanned the warehouse with his eyes as he walked in, targeting any escape routes. This time, he utilized his smaller frame to fit through an air vent. He heard the yelling and shooting guns from behind him, and tried to crawl swiftly yet quietly.

He’d made his way to a hall, crawling out and smashing the window with his gun. The only way to freedom was by getting to the neighboring building, and Yoongi decided the death that would come from potentially falling at this height was better than what would happen if he were arrested. With a running start, he launched himself from the window, and managed to grab the railing of the fire escape on the neighboring balcony.

He pulled himself up, made his way around the complex by jumping from balcony to balcony into the next alley, then he was on his way to safety. He tried to act casual as cops flew by on the street so they didn’t notice him and turn around. The idea of going back to his warehouse was ludicrous, and he wouldn’t be able to get to his car and go home either. When weighing his options, he decided what the only place where he could be safe to show up with blood on his face was.

Taehyung was misting the plants in the nursery calmly, whistling along to some song. The day was over, the shop closed, and Taehyung was a bit bummed at not getting to see Yoongi or hear from him throughout the day, but he was putting it aside to avoid overthinking.

The florist didn’t startle like Yoongi assumed he might when he knocked on the door. Taehyung just looked up and instantly put down the mister when he realized it was Yoongi, hurrying over to the door to unlock and open up for the drug lord.

“Suga?” He looked down in concern and confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Can I come in?” Yoongi asked, a bit out of breath.

Taehyung ushered him in, locking the door behind him and leading him back to the warm nursery section, sitting him down on the table. There, in the light, Taehyung could see the blood on the drug lord.

“Fuck, what happened?” Taehyung rushed to soak a clean cloth in water before running it over Yoongi's stained face.

“It’s not my blood.” Yoongi said.

Understandably, the statement caused Taehyung to stop and slowly look into Yoongi’s eyes.

“It’s not?”

“No.” Yoongi sighed, pushing his black hair out of his eyes. “Taehyung, I need to tell you something.”

The florist put the rag down and pulled a stool up to sit across from Yoongi.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not who you think I am.” Yoongi said.

“Who I think you are?” Taehyung tilted his head. “I don’t know much about you, Suga. I don’t even know your name, let alone have any presumptions of what you might do.”

“I mean, I’m not a businessman. I don’t work in an office, I didn’t go to college.” Yoongi sounded increasingly defeated and humiliated with every confession. “I’m a drug lord. The blood was from someone who was shot next to me. The cops came and we all had to run.”

Despite what was a pretty wild load of information being dumped on Taehyung all at once, the florist had a surprisingly calm reaction to it. Actually, he had almost no reaction.

“So the cops are looking for you right now?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes.” Yoongi looked away in shame. “They don't know I was in charge of it, and I’ll leave now so you’re not seen as an accomplice in case they do track me down, but I just wanted to tell you in case you never see me again.”

“You don’t have to leave.” Taehyung responded immediately, baffling Yoongi with the abruptness.

“Taehyung, you don’t have to—”

“It’s fine, Suga. I don’t want you to go and potentially get locked up.” Taehyung said. “They won’t look for you in here. Those cops come buy flowers here all the time for their wives after they’re caught cheating. You’re safe here.”

Yoongi was still stunned by Taehyung’s lack of reaction to it. If anything, he seemed more so grateful that Yoongi had come to him.

“You’re not scared?” Yoongi asked.

“I know the city I live in. I know what’s around me” Taehyung answered. “You’re just the first person that’s used my quaint little flower shop to hide from the cops.”

“Yeah…It wasn’t my first choice.” Yoongi scratched the back of his neck awakwardly.

“Was that why you walked in here the first day we met?”

“Yes.” Yoongi couldn’t lie. “That’s another thing. I haven’t spoken to my family in years, I just needed to make something up quick.”

“I could tell you were making it up.” Taehyung grinned. “You seemed very antsy and lost.”

“I did?” 

Embarrassment racked through Yoongi. How much had this florist been able to tell so much about him when Yoongi straight off their first interaction? Sure, the drug lord was aware that his ability to lie wasn’t its strongest around the florist that made him flustered, but he didn’t foresee that it was so obvious he was fabricating his life.

“Yep. It was kind of entertaining actually.” Taehyung winked at him playfully. “I just thought maybe I made you nervous.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide and his cheeks pinkened as soon as Taehyung correctly called him out on his behavior.

“Well, nevertheless, I’m glad you ended up here.” Taehyung still had that heart melting smile as he looked into Yoongi’s eyes. “I look forward to when I get to see you.”

The florist had told Yoongi this before, but especially now, the drug lord just had a really hard time believing it. Someone as wholesome and outstanding as Taehyung looking forward to seeing someone as solemn and dangerous as Yoongi? It was pretty outlandish to think about.

“Really?” 

“Of course.” Taehyung said. “I’ve grown quite fond of you, Suga.” 

Yoongi cleared his throat to attempt hiding the fact that his pink cheeks were progressively turning red, getting another little laugh out of Taehyung.

“I like how you always try to hide the fact that I make you blush.” Taehyung said playfully, moving to sit next to Yoongi on the table now after properly cleaning off his face.

The florist really was quite observant, almost more so than Yoongi, which was a bit upsetting seeing that vigilant of his surroundings at all times was a huge portion of Yoongi’s job. It’s how he survived.

“I don’t know why I’m like this when I’m in here.” Yoongi shrugged. “Maybe because the nursery is warm.”

“I think it’s because you have a crush on me.” Taehyung teased, nudging the drug lord.

Yoongi didn’t respond. What was there to say? He’d already established the fact that he couldn’t lie to Taehyung like he could everyone else in his life. Even if he tried now, he was certain the florist would see through it like he evidently could with everything.

“Do you like me, Suga?” Taehyung asked, that lighthearted smile faltering slightly as he tried to get an honest answer from the drug lord.

Yoongi just pulled the kodama out of his pocket and stared down at the figurine in his hand now, running his fingers over it to avoid answering the question.

“Well, I’ll be honest. I like you.” Taehyung admitted, causing Yoong’s breath to catch in his throat.

To finish off his confession, Taehyung leaned in to press a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. The drug lord’s blush officially burned to a crimson red and he childishly hid his face in his hands, erupting an adorable laugh from Taehyung who wrapped an arm around the drug lord.

“Don’t hide.” Taehyung encouraged, tugging on Yoongi’s arms. “Did I make you shy?”

“Don’t mock me.” Yoongi murmured into his hands.

“I’m not mocking you.” Taehyung said. “Will you please just look at me?”

The drug lord finally peeked through his fingers to see Taehyung’s warm smile as he lowered Yoongi’s hands. The florist ran his fingers along Yoongi’s cheek, slowing when it got to the scar slashed down his face. Yoongi grabbed Taehyung’s wrist to stop him before he touched it, afraid it would scare him. 

“Sorry.” Yoongi said shamefully.

Taehyung just grinned and tipped Yoongi’s chin up with his fingers.

“Can I kiss you, Suga?”

Yoongi swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he met Taehyung’s gaze, then nodded. Taehyung leaned in, closing his eyes at the same time as Yoongi to press his lips against the drug lord’s.

The feelings that the kiss sent through Yoongi could be compared to nothing less than a first kiss high school crush. His stomach was doing somersaults and he couldn’t help but grin into it. He felt like he was floating above, watching himself kiss the florist, and his heart pounded as Taehyung cupped the side of his face before pulling away.

“You’re a good kisser.” Taehyung said with a little smile.

“You are too.” Yoongi said, trying to stop himself from quivering with adrenaline. 

He might have been more embarrassed if he hadn’t noticed Taehyung’s trembling too. Though they had varying levels of composure, the evidence proved that both of them were giddy and vibrating with anticipation.

Taehyung leaned back in to kiss Yoongi again, this time with more confidence. It wasn’t just a simple, sweet kiss like before. This time Taehyung put a bit more passion into it, elongating the kiss and eventually peeking his tongue out to swipe against Yoongi’s lip.

Suddenly there were flashing red and blue lights outside of Taehyung’s shop door, causing both of them to jerk their heads over to watch. The cops were walking around the street, looking into the windows of the shops. Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s wrist, leading him to the stairwell before the cops saw them inside.

“C’mon.” He whispered, climbing to his apartment above.

He didn’t turn on the lights in case it alerted the cops that he was awake upstairs. They weren’t likely to bring him into anything, but he felt it was best to play it safe regardless. Taehyung lit a tiny candle that wouldn’t be detected from outside his window and they laid down on the floor, their stomachs pressed against the florist’s comfy rug and faced each other. 

The two couldn’t help but giggle at the situation, feeling like they were playing hide and seek except it was the cops. Yoongi just observed Taehyung’s features that the candle’s weak light allowed him to see, admiring every part of his face.

“I’m sorry for roping you into this.” Yoongi whispered.

“You didn’t.” Taehyung whispered back. “I brought you up here.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Yoongi asked.

“Nope.” Taehyung said. “If I’m being honest, I knew you weren’t a businessman.”

At this point, Yoongi was certain there wasn’t a single lie he’d told Taehyung that the florist actually believed.

“How could you tell?”

“I see businessmen come in all the time to buy flowers for their wives on their way home. These days they dress more business casual and their hair is short with fades, but you come in a full suit with your longer slicked back hair, along with a gun in your belt at all times.”

“You could tell I had a gun?!” Yoongi whispered harshly.

“Yes.” Taehyung held back his laughter at Yoongi’s bewilderment. “It’s not that it's obvious, I’m just observant.”

“How could you even see it? Have you been around other mafia members or something?”

“I see them pass by from time to time.” Taehyung shrugged. “Like I said, I know the town I’m in and what goes on. You’re just the first one to come into my shop.”

“Why did you want to keep seeing me if you knew I was lying so much?” Yoongi asked.

“Because I could tell you didn’t have malicious intent. If anything, I was kind of curious why exactly you were fibbing so much, even though I had a pretty good hunch it was because of your profession.”

The lights from the police cars finally disappeared, and Taehyung checked the window to make sure they were all gone before turning on the lights and blowing out the candle.

“Well, I am sorry for lying to you, even though you could tell.” Yoongi said as he started to hoist himself up.

“It’s okay, Suga. I’m just glad you kept seeing me despite it being so dangerous.” He helped Yoongi to his feet. “Now, I’m almost positive you haven’t eaten anything, so take a seat and I’ll whip something up for you.”

After a tomato mozzarella sandwich, Yoongi was sitting on Taehyung’s bed, watching while the florist organized some new figurines onto his shelves. His blood-stained shirt was hand washed and hanging from Taehyung’s laundry line, and he was wearing one of the florist's t-shirts that was quite ginormous on him.

“So, what is it exactly that you do in the mafia?” Taehyung asked, slotting some cassette tapes in the mini shelves next to his old radio.

“I’m a drug lord.” Yoongi answered bluntly. “Basically I make the drug deals with clients, oversee what our chemists concoct in our warehouse, make sure what's smuggled in gets to where it needs to be, and eliminate anyone who comes in the way of that.”

“I see." Taehyung remained unfazed by the debatably alarming details. "Have you ever been attacked before?”

“Before, yes a few times, but I always had at least some of my men with me for safety precautions to take care of that.” Yoongi explained. “Tonight one of my buyers shot at me but hit one of my men. That’s whose blood was on my face.”

“I’m relieved you weren’t shot.” Taehyung's tone was serious. “So it’s only been shootouts? You’ve never gotten into a fistfight?”

“I used to get into fights when I first entered this, but it’s been years since I’ve had to get my hands dirty.”

“Wow, I’ve got a little bad boy on my hands, it seems.” Taehyung chuckled.

“I would hardly label 30 as a ‘boy.’” 

“True, and maybe not even that bad since you don’t get in fights anymore.”

“Have you been in fights?” Yoongi asked.

“Not since drunk college bar days. But in high school I used to get suspended a lot for fighting.”

“A lot?” Yoongi asked with a little grin. “Why were you so violent?” 

“Unchecked anger issues.” Taehyung said. “That’s how I got into this business, actually. A school counselor told me I should find a calming hobby and focus my energy into that. Now here we are.”

“Damn, I wouldn’t have thought this all stemmed from a history of violence.” Yoongi wondered out loud, making Taehyung laugh.

“It usually surprises people. I guess we’re both a little different from how we come across, huh?”

“How do I come across differently?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, you look like a tough bad boy with your all black outfits and guns, but when getting to know you, you’re an adorable little blushing softie.” Taehyung grinned. “And I seem like a sweet little flower boy, when in reality I’ve sent my fair share of knuckleheads to the hospital.”

“To the hospital?”  Yoongi couldn't help but let out an unexpected laugh. “Damn, you were really violent.”

“I hardly ever started them, I was just stronger than I looked so guys would pick fights with me thinking they’d kick my ass. Then the unchecked anger issues took over and I didn’t stop until someone pulled me off.”

“You used to be really strong?”

“I still am really strong, it’s just that no one ever expects it.”

Yoongi scanned his eyes over the florist’s body. He certainly would not have expected it at all, though he had only seen him in sweaters and baggy long sleeves so it was impossible to tell.

“I’m guessing you think I’m bullshitting.” Taehyung read his mind.

“Not bullshitting, I’m just having a hard time believing it I suppose.” Yoongi answered earnestly. “You called yourself a flower boy.”

Taehyung chortled and put the final cassatte in its place, pulling his sleeves up and walking to Yoongi.

“Alright then, let’s see who’s the stronger one between us.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at the suggestion as Taehyung took his hand and pulled him up to his feet.

“Between us?” Yoongi nearly scoffed. “I don’t think you realize who you’re picking a fight with.”

“An ex-anger issues florist and a secretly gentle drug lord? I’m very interested to see the outcome of this.”

Yoongi finally registered that Taehyung was standing before him with his sleeves up, looking down at the drug lord, with a smile of anticipation on his face. 

“I’m not actually going to fight you, Taehyung.” Yoongi said, trying to will down his growing erection at their current stance.

“Oh, I know. You’d never win against me.” Taehyung said with a cocky smirk. “Just try and get up.”

Suddenly Yoongi was pushed back onto Taehyung’s bed, the younger leaning over him, pinning his wrists to the bed. Yoongi’s eyes went wide as Taehyung’s knees were between Yoongi’s thighs, keeping them apart. 

His lips parted in surprise and arousal when he tried to pull his wrist from Taehyung’s grasp, quickly realizing his strength was nowhere near comparable to the florist. Perhaps in an actual brawl, Yoongi’s street fighting would give him the upper hand over Taehyung. But in this moment, as the two stared at each other, Yoongi realized Taehyung was far superior in strength.

The sexual tension in the room was heavy and weighed down on Yoongi with a pressure that nearly had him moaning, before Taehyung had even done anything beyond hold him down and smile at him menacingly.

“If you’re so strong, you should be able to fight me off pretty easily, huh?” Taehyung taunted. “That’s how you reached the top, right? Not because you have your men who will tear someone to shreds at the snap of your fingers, but because you are strong enough on your own, hm?”

Yoongi swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

“Well go on, Mr. Boss man. Fight me off.” Taehyung challenged.

It was an unfair demand due to Yoongi’s crippling lust. After further evaluation, Yoongi concluded he wasn’t confident in the slightest that he would be able to win in a fight or even fend Taehyung off if the gentle florist decided to overtake him.

“Can’t get out of my grip?” Taehyung smirked, knowing the answer. When Yoongi didn’t reply, Taehyung decided to take it a large step forward. “It'd be easy for me to do whatever I want with you if you can’t even push me off just pinning you down.”

It was so sudden, said so brazenly, that Yoongi couldn’t help the gasp he let out, or the hardening of his dick. Taehyung could feel it, and confirmed it with one glance down. He looked back into Yoongi’s eyes with a smile far too cocky for the drug lord to resist 

“Although, judging on how you’re reacting to this, I don’t think you would want to fight the prospect of me holding you down and having my way with you.”

No, Yoongi did not want to fight that at all. There wasn’t anything in the world Yoongi could think of that he wanted more than for the handsome florist to pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless.

“And to think, all this time I was refraining from making a move on you, just to find out you’ve been wanting me to fuck you.”

“You were refraining?” Yoongi asked.

“Of course I was. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been pining for your ass?” Taehyung snickered. “I mean, shit, your ass was made to be fucked.”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped at the crudeness of it.

“I was holding back because I wasn’t sure if you liked me.” Yoongi said.

“What did I ever do to make you unsure that I liked you?” Taehyung asked.

Once Yoongi looked back on his history with the florist, he deduced that there wasn’t much more Taehyung could’ve done to show his interest besides outright telling the drug lord that he liked him. Which he ended up doing anyway.

“My bad.” Yoongi murmured, looking away bashfully.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that nonsense out of the way,” Taehyung tightened his grip on Yoongi again. “Let’s get to the main event.”

Yoongi couldn’t express how excited he was to do just that, his dick achingly hard. Taehyung leaned over and placed sloppy kisses on the drug lord’s neck, nipping at the skin as he did.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you, and I bet you’re gonna take it with a smile on that pretty face of yours.” He said sensually into Yoongi’s ear. “You do have such a pretty face, you know.”

Taehyung bit down particularly hard on the space where his neck and shoulder joined until Yoongi yelped, provoking the younger to laugh and whisper in a gravelly voice.

“It’d look even prettier covered in my cum.”

Yoongi gnawed on his lip but he couldn’t fight the low grumbling in the back of his throat from how badly he wanted the younger. Taehyung pulled away to hover over the drug lord again, that sinful look making Yoongi somehow weaker.

“Go ahead, Suga.” Taehyung went on. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what I wanna hear from you, what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck me.” Yoongi said in a hushed voice.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me.” Yoongi said louder this time.

“Are you the one giving orders here?” Taehyung arched a brow down at him, to which Yoongi shook his head.

“Please fuck me.”

“There we go.” Taehyung smiled contently, releasing one of Yoongi’s wrists to grip his jaw. “What a good boy.”

Yoongi was not a boy at all. He was a grown man with a dangerous business and a mean attitude. He was also about to get absolutely annihilated by the flower shop boy right here in his cozy bed.

Taehyung released Yoongi and pulled his shirt over his head, stopping at his wrists to tie them against his bed post with the fabric. Once tied down, Taehyung took a second to put his fingers under Yoongi’s chin, catching the attention of the lust-drunk drug lord.

Yoongi muscled through his lechery to meet Taehyung’s eyes. He looked down intently at the older, his degradation put aside momentarily.

“Tell me if you want me to stop anything.” He said firmly.

“Okay.” Yoongi agreed breathlessly.

Taehyung leaned in to kiss down Yoongi’s chest, and the drug lord’s breath caught in his throat from the eroticism, arching into the younger as his lips reached his waistband. He made quick work to unbutton, unzip and yank off Yoongi’s slacks, throwing the haphazardly anywhere on his floor.

He pulled Yoongi’s boxers off next, then looked up at Yoongi, maintaining eye contact as he reached into his drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube and condom. The sirens outside were the only sound the two heard over their heavy breathing as Taeyhung spread some lube onto his fingers, and spread Yoongi’s legs further. He kept staring into Yoongi’s eyes as he pressed his finger to the drug lord’s rim, teasing at the ring of muscles as he watched the older bite his lip and begin to squirm a bit.

Taehyung pushed his finger in deeper, feeling Yoongi clench around him. He slid it in and out a few times before pressing another in with the first. Yoongi twitched, but didn’t take it with too much difficulty. His desperation for Taehyung aided in easing the initial discomfort. When Taehyung added the third, he curled the digits a few times before finding the drug lord’s prostate, instantly making him mewl and buck his hips into it. 

Yoongi could no longer keep Taehyung’s unchaste gaze as the younger massaged his prostate, watching the drug lord fall apart with his fingers alone. It was mouthwatering how the once stoic and composed drug lord transformed into a needy mess with such little effort. Just a little manhandling and dirty talk, and he was Taehyung’s for the taking.

“You look like you’re losing your mind, Suga.” Taehyung gave a devilish laugh. “Before it’s completely gone, what’s on it?”

“Y-You.” Yoongi croaked, his entire body lurching when Taehyung pressed harder against the bundle of nerves.

“What’s on your mind specifically, Mr. Boss man?” He mocked him.

“Your dick!” Yoongi moaned.

“What about my dick?”

“I want it.” Yoongi whined in shame.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“Fuck me!” Yoongi cried. “I want you to fuck me, Taehyung! Please—”

He was cut off with another moan as Taehyung went from pressing to massaging his prostate with his fingers once again.

“Well well well,” Taehyung chuckled, looking down at the drug lord splayed out on his bed. “If only the men you order around all day saw you like this. In the flower boy’s bed, begging to get fucked. Never in their wildest dreams would they imagine their big bad mafia boss to be such a submissive little slut.”

The whimper Yoongi let slip through his lips grew louder when Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around his neck, catching him off guard and sending another wave of pleasure through the older.

“Why did I know you were going to be into degradation?” Taehyung laughed. “I could tell from the first time you blushed that you would spread your legs for me like a whore.”

Yoongi wanted to hold it back, but Taehyung tightened his fingers around the drug lord's throat, drawing out another moan.

“I’m not doing a damn thing else until you tell me exactly why you, a heartless drug lord who hates everyone, and would never even dream of gifting a bouquet to anyone, kept coming around to my flower shop on a borderline daily basis?”

Yoongi mumbled something, and Taehyung loosened his grip.

“What was that?”

“I wanted you.” He practically whispered, and Taehyung scoffed.

“Enjoy being able to talk so softly. In a few minutes, all you’re gonna be doing is moaning or screaming my name.”

Yoongi whimpered and Taehyung reached for his jaw, gripping the drug lord's chin to signal what he wanted.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

Yoongi did so without a moment’s hesitation and Taehyung spit in it. Yoongi hummed in satisfaction and Taehyung grunted, pleased with the drug lord’s response.

“You’re gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” Taehyung taunted. “I can’t wait to destroy your ass.”

Taehyung fingered him for a few more seconds, then pulled out. He threw his shirt off at an impressive pace, giving Yoongi little time to admire his tan skin, evidently strong arms and toned chest before getting his boxers and pants off too. He came back between Yoongi’s legs and grabbed the condom, ripping the package with his teeth. 

He kept his eyes on Yoongi as he slid it on and lubed up his dick almost in the same movement, displaying how he matched the drug lord in how bad he needed him. Yoongi took one look down at Taehyung’s dick and clenched his teeth, bracing himself. While he had been able to take Taehyung’s fingers without too much sting, he could tell this was about to hurt like a bitch at first.

“Remember to stop me if you need.” Taehyung gripped Yoongi’s jaw to ensure the older heard it.

Yoongi just nodded, wrapping his legs around Taehyung’s waist to non verbally tell him to start. Taehyung centered his dick and went in to kiss Yoongi’s neck, hoping to distract the drug lord from the ache he was about to feel. He pushed in slowly, getting a wince out of Yoongi as he was stretched much further than Taehyung’s fingers had gotten him. The florist’s kisses got sloppier the deeper he pushed in, eventually nipping and sucking at Yoongi’s pale skin as he got to the hilt.

The drug lord was three centimeters away from telling Taehyung he needed to stop, when finally he felt the florist’s hips against his ass, indicating that he was fully inside. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, and the younger gave him a minute to get used to the stretch. Had he not been so insanely horny for Taehyung, Yoongi certainly would have needed more time. 

Hell, he wouldn’t have even been able to take half of it if it weren’t Taehyung. For being in the mafia, Yoongi actually hadn’t had sex that much. And when he had, it’d either been with women in his early days when he was assigned to swoon them for some ulterior motive, or men whose dicks had been a much more reasonable size than Taehyung’s.

The florist’s amazing body was already enough of a surprise, but the heat he was packing in the dick department was an entire jump scare in the most delicious way imaginable.

Taehyung pulled away from Yoongi’s neck to inspect his face, checking for any signs of regret. When Yoongi just arched his hips into Taehyung, the florist took an experimental thrust to see where the drug lord was at in his readiness to get fucked. Yoongi groaned in response, half pain, half plea. Taehyung pulled out and thrusted slower the second time, to which Yoongi’s reaction was majority moaning. Taehyung kept going at a slowly increasing rate, feeling his moans getter louder through his neck as the florist went back down and sucked hickeys onto it.

“Tae…” Yoongi breathed out.

“Hm?” He asked, not lifting his head out of the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“Faster.”

Taehyung grinned, proud of the drug lord for being able to take him so quickly and ask for more.

“Anything you wish, princess.” He rasped into his skin.

Chills ran down Yoongi’s back at the nickname. It was a name used frequently in his profession, purposefully to demean and belittle an enemy before their impending doom. In this case, however, all it achieved was Yoongi moaning and his dick twitching in arousal.

Taehyung picked up his pace, solely aiming to get Yoongi acclimated to his size. He was succeeding, as Yoongi began repeatedly asking Taehyung to speed up, hopelessly yearning for the florist to find his prostate again with his dick. 

When Yoongi had reached the point of taking Taehyung with no wincing, the younger pulled away from the drug lord, sitting over him with his dick still lodged inside. He gripped Yoongi’s hips now to control the older’s body while he searched for his prostate.

The drug lord gasped at the display of strength while the typically soft florist lifted most of his body into the air with his hands alone. He imagined that Taehyung’s large palms and impressively long fingers helped for some reason, or maybe Yoongi just wanted to remind himself of Taehyung’s alluring hands.

With Yoongi suspended in the air, Taehyung made work of circling his dick inside of the drug lord and shifting the older’s hips for better access. The florist watched as Yoongi jerked and cried out, and when he pushed into the area one more time and received the same reaction paired with a moan and a plea, he smiled in satisfaction at finding his target.

He put Yoongi down and braced his hands on either side of the drug lord’s waist against the bed. The malicious smirk on his face warned Yoongi of some eminent fate he was about to meet.

“Ready, princess?”

Yoongi trembled and nodded his head, aching to find out what the florist was going to do to him. Taehyung gave a warning thrust into his prostate, reveling in the wail it earned him from Yoongi before bracing himself and thrusting mercilessly into the drug lord, hitting his weakest point every time.

The drug lord practically screamed as he bucked his hips into Taehyung’s dick, both chasing and prolonging his orgasm. His arms restrained from feeling Taehyung sent Yoongi into orbit, unable to think clearly from the kind of pleasure the florist was pumping through him that the older didn’t even think was possible.

He had never once cum from just his prostate alone, but now he was desperately trying to hold off his orgasm so that he could enjoy getting fucked by Taehyung longer.

“Feel good, Suga?” Taehyung asked sarcastically. One look at Yoongi and it was clear he was having a marvelous time. “Look at you, taking my dick so well. You’re addicting like this with my dick shoved in your ass while you thrash around and moan for it.”

Taehyung had already proven that he was adept with superior dirty talk, but while getting his prostate abused Yoongi was certain this was hotter than all of his past fucks combined and any porn he’d ever watched. None of those experiences had ever come close to what Taehyung was doing to him.

The florist pulled out, gripping Yoongi’s hips and flipping him over. Yoongi couldn’t complain about the loss before Taehyung shoved his dick right back into the drug lord’s fluttering asshole. Yoongi’s fingers curled around the bed rail, his fingernails probably chipping the paint from the wood. He tried to prepare himself for each thrust, which was a silly attempt since every assault on his prostate made him crumble all over again.

Taehyung was breathing heavily, letting out grunts and curses as he watched Yoongi’s ass ripple with every time the florist’s hips snapped against it. He had to pull himself out of his own pleasure to bask in the sounds and reactions he was eliciting from Yoongi with his dick.

“Imagine your guys walking in on this.” Taehyung scoffed, grabbing Yoongi’s hair as he thrust repeatedly into him. “Imagine them walking in and you’re bent over in my bed getting fucked into oblivion by me and begging for more.”

Yoongi blushed bright red. The humiliation of it was blindingly hot for a few seconds, until he really thought about it. What would he do if he were caught in such a compromising position? He was in charge of the whole operation and his power depended on people fearing him. He held power over an entire drug empire that he maintained from his cold heart and ability to attack any semblance of weakness he discovered in those he worked with. How on earth would he come back from this if they found out about it?

Taehyung could tell he’d gone too far once he saw Yoongi go rigid as he started to overthink, and backpedaled. He hunched over, gripping his hair harder and yanking his head back to ghost his lips over the drug lord’s ear.

“As if I would share this beautiful view with anyone.” Taehyung said through his thrusts with a smug smile. “Only I get to see you like this. You don’t whore yourself out like this to anyone but me. Your ass is fuckin’ mine.”

Yoongi moaned pathetically, falling right back into submissive bliss as Taehyung asserted his possession over him. This was just for Taehyung. They were in their own little reality when they were together, shedding whatever exterior they put up to those in their daily life and stripping down to their most vulnerable states once alone. And apparently, morphing into wild animals when Taehyung fucked a helpless Yoongi within an inch of his life on his mattress.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Taehyung ridiculed him, and Yoongi nodded instantly. “You can, I won’t torture you anymore. We just need to work up that stamina so you can take my dick much longer, little Suga.”

The logical side of Yoongi’s brain was clouded by euphoric pleasure, and he didn’t even think before acting on his desire.

“D-Don’t call me that.” Yoongi stuttered out.

“What? Suga?” Taehyung asked, biting down on the drug lord’s neck.

“Yes—” Yoongi let out another moan. “T-That’s not my name.”

“It’s what you told me to call you though, my precious little drug lord.” Taehyung reminded him. “If you want me to call you your name, all you have to do is tell me what it is.”

Yoongi clutched bed frame harder, hiding his face into the pillow. He wanted Taehyung to say his name so fucking bad, but it was insanely dangerous. Nobody alive knew his real name. Even he had a hard time recalling what his real name was at times. 

But he wanted to hear it from Taehyung’s lips so bad, to hear Taehyung’s deep, gravelly voice give him orders directly and not through some pseudonym. 

“C’mon, Suga. You want me to say your name, don’t you? Wouldn’t this be so much hotter than me using some nickname?”

The florist was torturing him now, thrusting particularly hard into his prostate, drawing out stuttered moans from the drug lord each time Taehyung assaulted the bundle of nerves.

“Taehyung…” Yoongi’s voice was becoming so high pitched it was shocking for the florist to discover the drug lord could reach such notes.

Taehyung pressed firmly against Yoongi's prostate, making the older cry out and try to move to stimulate it more. The florist held Yoongi’s hips down with his strong hands, preventing him from chasing his release like a heartless villain, watching Yoongi try to squirm around helplessly beneath him.

“Tell me, Suga.” He ordered once more before moving at an impossibly slow pace, causing tears to gather in Yoongi’s eyes from pleasure.

Taehyung’s tip slowly grazed over Yoongi’s prostate as he took an agonizing amount of time thrusting in.

“Yoongi!” The drug lord finally gave in out of pure desperation. “My name is Yoongi!”

“Aww, what a pretty name.” Taehyung cooed. “See, was that so hard?”

He slapped Yoongi’s ass then picked up the rhythm once more, jackhammering into him and abusing his prostate. Yoongi cried out and tried to arch back into Taehyung’s repeated assaults, his hips snapping forward at an incredible rhythm. Yoongi had never considered himself above average at sex, but he could say with certainty that he had never fucked someone like Taehyung was fucking him.

“Fuck, fuck Taehyung!” Yoongi cried out, his dick  and entire body spasming as his orgasm struck him like lightening, coursing throughout every muscle and vein.

He came all over Taehyung’s sheets, then fell flat against the mattress. Taehyung let him lie limp and kept fucking him prone bone, riding Yoongi’s orgasm out before he got oversensitive.

“Fuck...” Taehyung grunted, speeding up his thrusts at a remarkable rate until he tensed, his orgasm racking through him and blinding his vision with white.

It was instincts alone that kept Taehyung riding out their orgasms. When they’d reached the point of over sensitivity, the florist finally stopped. He hung his head in exhaustion, pressing his forehead into the space between Yoongi’s shoulder blades. The sirens had long since passed by, and now the only sound was their gasping breath. 

“Feeling okay?” Taehyung teased.

Yoongi only had energy to weakly nod his head, his lids still closed. Taehyung kissed the back of Yoongi’s neck a couple times before hoisting himself up and slipping out of bed. He untied Yoongi’s wrists before he slipped off the condom, tying and tossing it in his trash. He pulled on a pair of sweats and turned Yoongi over onto his back to gently clean him up, the drug lord’s eyes still glazed over from the intensity of his first prostate orgasm. 

Yoongi was visibly fighting off his impending slumber while Taehyung finished up. The florist just smiled down at him endearingly as he watched Yoongi’s eyelids grew heavy.

“You can fall asleep, Yoongi.” Taehyung said. “I’ll take care of you.”

Yoongi’s stomach did a flip. Not only because his name sounded heavenly coming from Taehyung’s mouth, but also at the florist telling Yoongi that he would care for him. The younger could tell, and he also got butterflies at what the drug lord was insinuating by forcing himself to stay up.

“Do you want to cuddle, Yoongi?”

The drug lord blushed, and Taehyung just chuckled and leaned over to kiss his forehead. 

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Yoongi waited patiently for the younger. There was no point in trying to continue his façade after what Taehyung had just done to him. Any attempt at remaining intimidating diminished the minute Taehyung made him moan while Yoongi failed to fight him off, and any pride he'd had was absolutely out the window when the florist made the drug lord beg for his dick.

Taehyung rejoined Yoongi in his bed, grabbed the drug lord and pulling him over, resting the drug lord’s head on his chest. Taehyung ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and kissed his head, giving him little praises and calling him a good boy.

At one point he started humming absentmindedly, and Yoongi felt completely tranquil at the vibrations against his ear.

“Good night, my little drug lord.” Taehyung said with a fond smile as Yoongi fell into unconsciousness.

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It bordered on unprofessional how giddy the drug lord felt since Taehyung first fucked him. The confession alone would have had him giggling throughout the day, but the memories of how life changing the sex had been had him floating on a cloud. It made his job much harder, seeing as he had another layer of himself to conceal now.

He had hardened himself to show no reaction nor let anyone else see even a glimpse of his real personality. It had taken years to perfect, and numbing himself in his personal life had helped the process.

Feeling so strongly for Taehyung made concealing himself as well as any emotion much more challenging. He would feel his personal phone buzzing in his pocket and his heart would skip a beat, and he would have to control his face from the gleeful smile threatening it. If any single person in his profession knew that there was someone significant in Yoongi’s life, it would be like a rat race to find Taehyung to use as leverage against him.

Despite the difficulty of hiding his responses to Taehyung, Yoongi let it all loose when he would see the florist. Whether they were cuddling on Taehyung’s couch, or the florist was fucking him mercilessly into his rickety bed, Yoongi let everything he’d masked come out as Taehyung took him apart and pieced him back together into the version of him that Yoongi thought he had lost. Yoongi would have to build his exterior again every day for when he went back to the warehouse, and it got harder every time. But to Yoongi, it was worth it.

He had stopped visiting Taehyung during lunch so no one caught suspicion, opting to spend nearly every night at the florist’s apartment. While Yoongi was elated at the transformation between his lonely nights in his big cold mansion to sleepovers at Taehyung’s cozy studio, he did miss his quick pop-ins at Taehyung’s shop during business days. It’d been a while since he’d left for a visit, and he figured taking a break for the first time in months wouldn’t catch any unwanted attention. 

Plus, Yoongi was for some reason extremely horny that day, and craving Taehyung to an unavoidable degree.

When Taehyung saw Yoongi walk into his shop, a devious grin curled his lips in anticipation. They connected eyes and Taehyung subtly winked before returning his attention to the customers he was helping. No one but Yoongi would be able to tell that he was working a bit more swiftly to get the customers on their way, rather than chatting leisurely like he normally did. 

Yoongi pretended to peruse the plants as Taehyung walked the customers to the door like he often did. He waved them off, and the minute the door was closed, he rushed over to grab Yoongi’s wrist, pulling him to the back. Once there, Taehyung immediately put his hands on the drug lord’s shoulders, pushing him down to his knees and yanking the back of his hair so he was forced to look up at Taehyung.

“Suck my dick.” The florist ordered.

Yoongi didn’t waste one second to unbuckle Taehyung’s belt and pull his cock out with a bit of help from the younger. Taehyung smirked in satisfaction when Yongi wrapped his lips around him the minute his dick was before his face, sinking down all the way until the florist could feel himself in the drug lord’s throat. He gripped the back of Yoongi’s long hair in his fist, pushing him down and thrusting into his mouth at his desired pace to chase his orgasm.

“You just wanted to come here and get used halfway through your day being a big bad drug lord?” Taehyung mocked in a low, gravelly voice. “There is nothing on this earth hotter than seeing you of all people look up at me with those adorable cat eyes and my dick down your throat.”

He felt Yoongi moan on him at the degradation, and in turn Taehyung’s dick twitched in his mouth. Yoongi savored the taste of Taehyung's precum on his tongue and closed his eyes in euphoria as the florist used his throat for his own pleasure.

With the addicting image of Yoongi on his knees in his suit, and the ecstasy of fucking his face, Taehyung didn’t last long before he felt himself reaching his peak.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung cursed.

He sent the last few thrusts down Yoongi’s throat before he pulled the older off by his hair and held him in place. Taehyung jerked himself to finish, his cum painting Yoongi’s face as the drug lord took it like a present.

He moaned as Taehyung smirked and admired the scene.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Taehyung said hoarsely. “I wish I could take you upstairs and make you keep my cum on your face like you desperately want it to be while I fuck you.”

Yoongi whined and Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, grabbing a clean towel and wiping the cum off his face.

“Such an obedient slut for me.” Taehyung said. “I’ve always been on the dominant side, but I’ve never felt this eager to dom anyone until you showed up with your criminal business. Now all I wanna do is take you to my bed and put you in your place. Every goddamn day.”

Yoongi was painfully hard in his slacks, and of course Taehyung noticed. He yanked Yoongi to his feet and bent him right over the table, pulling them down and spreading his ass to reveal his fluttering hole. He got to his knees and kept Yoongi’s ass spread wide as he pressed his tongue against his entrance, causing the drug lord to shudder and chills to run up his spine at the pleasure.

He was already trembling from that alone until Taehyung started circling his tongue around the rim. Yoongi whimpered and tried to find anything he could to bite on so his moans weren’t too audible in Taehyung’s still open shop. When he couldn’t find anything, he opted to simply lay his head on the table and bite down on his own tie while Taehyung sent him in orbit with his expert tongue.

He jerked a bit when Taehyung pushed his tongue past his rim, sliding in and out of his entrance a few times before pulled out and sucking on his fingers. The florist teased Yoongi’s rim for a moment before pressing in two, banking on the drug lord still being somewhat prepped from getting fucked that morning. As usual, he was still impossibly tight, but Yoongi wasn’t going to complain.

Taehyung found his prostate instantly and pressed against it, causing Yoongi to go limp against the desk. He couldn’t keep the tie in his mouth, and Taehyung reached forward to cover Yoongi’s lips with his hand to keep his desperate sounds stifled in case a customer came in.

As if on queue, a customer coming in is exactly what happened. They heard the bell ring, and a woman’s voice called out to Taehyung, indicating that it was a regular of his.

“Be there in a minute!” Taehyung called cheerfully through the door before smirking down at Yoongi. The way that the florist could switch from sweet and soft to sinful and dominant in the blink of an eye added to his addicting sex appeal.

“You better hurry up, boss man.” Taehyung taunted Yoongi. “I gotta go back to my customers soon, I don’t wanna have to leave you so close to cumming like this.”

Yoongi whined into Taehyung’s hand, trying to glance back at him.

“Aw, what is it, little one?” Taehyung asked. “Nervous to cum when someone is on the other side of the door?”

Tears blurred Yoongi’s eyes, and he held up his hand, trying to signal to Taehyung what he wanted without having the younger take his hand off the drug lord’s lips. Taehyung understood, and scoffed.

“You wanna touch yourself?” Taehyung asked. “Trying to cum as fast as possible?”

Yoongi nodded desperately before his eyes rolled back when Taehyung massaged his prostate again.

“Alright, just this once.” Taehyung granted permission. “You’re lucky I have a regular waiting for me, otherwise I’d punish you for even asking such a ridiculous question.”

Yoongi reached down and wrapped his fingers around himself, the sensation bringing him to his orgasm immediately when paired with Taehyung’s fingers abusing his prostate. 

The drug lord screamed into Taehyung’s hand as his whole body twitched, cumming all over the floor of the florist’s back room. When his moaning had gone down to heavy breathing, Taehyung pulled his fingers out and removed his hand from Yoongi’s mouth.

“I’ll be right back.” Taehyung said, quickly washing and drying his hands before rushing out to help his regular.

Yoongi was coming down from his high, sighing in relief as he finally caught his breath. He heard the ringing bell followed by silence, then Taehyung came back to put Yoongi back together. He had Yoongi dressed and sitting on the table while he finished cleaning the drug lord’s cum off his floor with a dirty rag. Yoongi had a question on his mind, which he debated bringing to light until Taehyung took a glance at his face.

“What are you thinking about?” The florist grinned, ever so observant of the drug lord’s state of being.

Yoongi thought it over just a moment longer before deciding to go for it. 

“I was, um, thinking that we could perhaps go get tested.” He said quietly.

“Like, for STD’s?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes.”

Taehyung was a bit confused why Yoongi would be asking multiple months deep into their exclusive sex life to get tested, but he didn’t mind nevertheless. It was always good to play it safe.

“Sure thing.” Taehyung smiled. “I’ll go tomorrow. They have free condoms and lube at the center too so that’ll save a trip to the store.”

“Well…maybe that wouldn’t be necessary.” Yoongi said, so quietly this time that it was almost inaudible.

Taehyung squinted, putting his hands on either side of Yoongi’s hips against the table and leaning in to analyze the drug lord’s face. He was trying to piece together what Yoongi was saying, then finally it clicked.

“Are you asking me to go raw in you?”

Yoongi cleared his throat to hide his blushing like he always did.

“It might be easier.”

“Much easier, and far more fun.” Taehyung snickered, the excitement nearly making him hard right after cumming once. “Is this your way of saying you want me to cum in your ass?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” Yoongi answered, though his glowing red cheeks answered Taehyung’s question without words.

“Oh, I so look forward to getting there.” Taehyung kissed him excitedly.

Yoongi smiled shyly when he pulled away, until Taehyung’s coo coo clock rang, informing him that it was time to go.

“Fun’s over?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi sighed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” The florist smiled light heartedly, lifting Yoongi off the table and onto the floor before wiping off any soil debris and straightening his tie for him. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Actually...” Yoongi paused before heading out the door.

Taehyung had to refrain from showing his disappointment when the drug lord hesitated.

“Aren't you sleeping over?”

“Well, yes. But, there’s this…thing.” Yoongi struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Thing?” Taehyung tilted his head at the obscurity of Yoongi’s statement. “What kind of thing? Is it business?”

“No. It’s more of an event?” The drug lord was grappling to get his words out.

“What kind of event?” Taehyung asked, amused at Yoongi’s efforts to speak.

“With Christmas coming up soon, there’s stuff that happens.” Yoongi said.

“What kind of stuff?” Taehyung had to hold himself back from laughing, thoroughly entertained now.

“There’s this thing a couple cities away…where people ice skate and do festive things.” Yoongi said. “If you wanted to go there.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Taehyung grinned excitedly.

Yoongi’s cheeks burned pink in blushing at Taehyung exposing him. “If you want to call it that.”

“I do.” Taehyung laughed lightly. “And yes, I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Great.” Yoongi smiled, in relief and chagrin at how painful such a cheesy request had been to get out. “So, I can come pick you up after I go home and get my other car.”

“Sounds good.” Taehyung tipped Yoongi’s chin to press an innocent kiss to his lips. “See you tonight, boss man.”

Yoongi would never admit to how jubilant he felt as he waited outside of Taehyung’s flower shop in his car. The florist walked out within the same minute that Yoongi had texted him, wearing a black long sleeve with a denim jacket and matching black pants with converse. It was the perfect level of put together while still functional for winter activities, and matched Yoongi’s outfit choice pretty well.

“Hey!” Taehyung greeted joyfully, leaning over to kiss Yoongi’s cheek. “You look cute.”

“So do you.” Yoongi smiled timidly, his cheek tingling from where Taehyung’s lips had pressed against it. “Ready to go?”

“Lead the way, boss man.”

To Yoongi’s luck, the place was even better than it was advertised. It truly looked like a winter wonderland, and both of their eyes lit up once they took it all in. The realistic looking snow, the Christmas lights, the elves and ice rinks and sledding and snowmen. It was like a festive movie set come to life, and the two felt like children as they scurried through the festival to partake in every activity.

They ice skated, which Taehyung was shockingly bad at, they went sledding, they drank hot chocolate and watched the Christmas show. Taehyung even convinced Yoongi to meet Santa, and the drug lord covered his bright red face when the man in the red suit jokingly offered for them to sit in his lap and of course Taehyung took the imposter up on it, each of them plopping down on one of Santa’s thighs for the photo.

“That was the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done.” Yoongi was still covering his face, incapable of looking at the photo they’d taken on Taehyung’s phone.

“I can think of quite a few things I’ve done to you that were more humiliating than that.” Taehyung teased, and Yoongi just glared up at him in a way that made Taehyung want to squish his cheeks and press a big old kiss on his lips.

Before Yoongi could retaliate, Taehyung looked up to see that there was an adults-only section, which was basically just a bar. He tugged Yoongi in behind him, and stared in awe at the dance floor before them, the disco balls reflecting blue and snowflake shaped light all around the room.

“I don’t dance.” Yoongi said, trying to curb what he knew was coming. Sure enough, Taehyung reached for Yoongi’s wrist to enclose with his long fingers.

“C’mon, Yoongi.” Taehyung pulled him onto the dance floor.

The drug lord fell into Taehyung’s chest once the taller stopped and turned to face Yoongi. The florist wrapped one arm around Yoongi’s waist, holding the drug lord’s hand in his own and swayed them back and forth. Yoongi blushed madly at such a romantic gesture, but tried his best not to show how flustered he really was.

“Look at that, you’re dancing.” Taehyung smiled down at him.

“Not really.” Yoongi struggled to make eye contact. “Just following you.”

“Okay, I won’t let you fall.” Taehyung pulled a blushing Yoongi closer. “When’s the last time you slow danced with someone?”

Yoongi had to pause and sift through his memories to find the answer. “Probably high school prom?” 

Taehyung cackled, recomposing himself quickly to not disrupt the pleasant atmosphere.

“Exactly. There’s not enough opportunities in life to slow dance with your partner.” Taehyung said. “I try to take any opportunity I can.”

“Partner?” Yoongi repeated, his heart skipping a beat.

“Yes, boyfriend specifically.” Taehyung grinned down at him. “Will you be my boyfriend, Yoongi?”

The drug lord bit the inside of his cheek, looking away to try and gather his thoughts. It had been years since his last relationship. He’d fucked people since his last breakup, but that boyfriend had been so long ago, before he raised in ranks to drug lord. He’d refused to give himself that distraction of a romantic partner, fearing that it would make him soft and weaken him. And what could be softer than dating a man who owned a little flower shop?

“Yoongi?” Taehyung asked, snapping him out of his own thoughts.

He looked up at the younger, who stared down at him with warm eyes that held a twinge of insecurity now that the drug lord kept him waiting for an answer.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a boyfriend.” Yoongi said. “It’s not a guarantee I’ll be around consistently…whether that means I’m arrested or I’m dead.”

“I can accept that risk.” Taehyung smiled wryly. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.” Yoongi answered instantly after it was asked.

“Then will you be with me?”

Yoongi stared into Taehyung’s gorgeous eyes for just a moment longer before he finally nodded.

“Yes. I’ll be your boyfriend.”

Taehyung took Yoongi’s hand in his and lifted it to join his other and rest on his shoulder, then wrapped both of his arms around the drug lord’s waist. He bent his head down so their foreheads were pressed to each other.

“Hopefully this doesn’t ruin the moment,” Taehyung prefaced, “But is it too early to tell you I love you?”

Yoongi figured that there were probably couples that said "I love you" within a couple months, but he was not one of them. He’d hardly even told his ex boyfriend he’d loved him, and they dated for a year and a half.

“A little.” Yoongi answered, making Taehyung giggle.

“Oh well, I’ve never been conventional anyway.” Taehyung shrugged. “I love you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi bent ducked his head down in self-consciousness. It didn’t hurt Taehyung’s feelings in the slightest. The younger knew who he was dating, and he hadn’t expected Yoongi to say it back. He was honestly shocked Yoongi didn’t stop him before he’d said it.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it if you don’t feel it. ” Taehyung smiled, kissing the top of his head. “I just wanted to tell you.”

Yoongi simply pressed his forehead to Taehyung’s chest, feeling the rumbling of the florist's light laughter.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still here. I thought you might have run away before I even got it out.”

Running away from Taehyung was the absolute last thing Yoongi wanted to do. Speaking wasn’t an option for the moment, so Yoongi opted to just clutch the collar of Taehyung’s jacket to tell him in a nonverbal way that he wanted the younger to hold him. Taehyung understood, and rested his chin on Yoongi’s bowed head. They swayed with Yoongi hiding into the florist until the winter wonderland was closing, then walked back to the car hand in hand.

Taehyung kept Yoongi’s hand in his own the whole drive home, and when they’d gotten in the flower shop he’d lifted Yoongi’s legs around his waist and kissed him against the glass, holding him like that all the way up to his apartment and onto his bed. Yoongi moaned out Taehyung’s name as the younger fucked him slower and more romantic than usual, interlocking their fingers and kissing him passionately through their orgasms.

Yoongi’s head was pressed against Taehyung’s chest as they fell asleep after, smiling contently as he felt the florist’s heartbeat against his ear. Along with the best sex of his life, Taehyung's integration in Yoongi's life had given the drug lord something he hadn't experienced in years—peaceful sleep.

For the first time in over a decade, Yoongi didn’t fall asleep thinking about what he would do if someone broke into his house to kill him, or who he needed to put a hit on, or collect money from, or command his men to shoot. He didn’t think of anything morbid or violent or hateful.

He thought about Taehyung and how the owner of the flower shop was the first person in his life to make him feel like he wasn’t damned to the hellhole of his cruel world. Yoongi fell asleep hopeful, and fantasized about unchaining himself from his gruesome reality and falling into Taehyung’s embrace for freedom.

Taehyung stirred awake first the following morning, stretching his arms above his head until he heard an indignant groan under him. He peeked down to see Yoongi’s cheek pressed against his bare chest, his arm wrapping around his waist in a sleepy attempt to keep him still.

“Good morning, princess.” Taehyung chuckled, wrapped his arm around the older to kiss his head. 

Yoongi grumbled, pressing his face into Taehyung’s chest in objection at being woken up. It was beyond words how adorable Yoongi looked when he acted this way, like a drowsy cat upset at being disturbed from a nap.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” Taehyung cooed. “But your growling stomach woke me up.”

“I’m fine.” Yoongi mumbled.

“No you’re not.” Taehyung chided. “You can stay in bed, I’m gonna make you some breakfast.”

Yoongi huffed but let Taehyung peel himself away, kissing the drug lord’s temple once more before pulling up sweats and making his way a few feet over to the kitchen. Yoongi could only fall back asleep for a few more minutes before the lack of Taehyung’s body woke him up again. He grumpily grabbed one of Taehyung’s hoodies, sliding it over himself and dragging his feet to the kitchen. 

When the florist looked up, he nearly cooed at how adorable his boyfriend looked when dwarfed by Taehyung’s oversized clothes. They sat on Taehyung’s couch, watching the anime they’d started together while Yoongi’s legs rested on the florist’s lap. It felt so odd, with Yoongi being able to stay on a Saturday morning rather than rushing out to work during the week.

Yoongi was fully dressed now as he helped Taehyung clean around the shop before opening. The two were enjoying one last cup of coffee before Taehyung was going to open the doors and Yoongi would head home.

“Do you ever want to keep the shop closed on the weekends?” Yoongi asked, stirring around his coffee.

“Not really.” Taehyung said between sips of his cappuccino. “Now I sometimes do so I can spend more time with you, but I’m only open for four hours on the weekends anyway.”

“You don’t ever get fed up working?”

“It’s not really work for me.” Taehyung said. “I like tending to the flowers and being around my regulars.”

Yoongi watched his black coffee swirl with his stirring stick.

“It must be nice to have found a job you love.” He said, enviously.

Taehyung laughed lightly. “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. I definitely did my time with shitty jobs where I was treated like garbage.”

Yoongi just nodded, taking a sip of his scalding hot coffee and instantly regretting it when he burned his tongue.

“Is there a dream job you wish you could do?” Taehyung asked.

“I never thought like that.” Yoongi said. “I always knew I’d be here.”

“Always?” Taehyung looked at the drug lord with curiosity. “Even as a kid?”

“Well, as a kid I didn’t quite know what my dad and brother were doing for work.” He explained. “Once I got to middle school, I knew where I was headed.”

“Okay, so then as a child in grade school, what did you want to do?”

Yoongi put down his coffee and fooled around with his pockets. His fingers grazed over a small bump, and he pulled the item out, realizing it was the wooden figure Taehyung had gifted him all those months ago.

“I don’t remember.” Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t think I had any ideas for a job.”

“Well what did you like back then?” Taehyung asked. “Like, hobbies or interests?”

Yoongi ran his finger over the kodama, studying the features.

“It’s random, but I actually like wood carving.” He admitted.

“Wood carving?” Taehyung grinned. “That is random, but unique. Is that why you like that kodama so much?”

“Maybe.” Yoongi said, never having really put much thought into his fascination with it. “Also because it’s from you.”

“Well, maybe you could get into some type of wood carving?” The wheels in Taehyung’s mind started turning. 

“It’s too late for that.” 

“Says who?” Taehyung protested. 

“Destiny.” Yoongi answered bluntly, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes.

“Alright, just play with me here.” The florist urged. “Think about what you would do, if you could pursue wood carving. What would you want to do first? Where would you start, if you could?”

Yoongi’s eyes didn’t leave the kodama, his emotions stirring from Taehyung’s encouragement for him to reflect on his innocent years.

“There’s this wood carving festival in Nanto.”  Yoongi finally said.

“Nanto, Japan?”

“Yeah. It’s in this town called Inami, where they’re known for traditional wood carving.” Yoongi explained. “I’ve always thought it would be really cool to go see all the pieces and artists while they work and explain their process.”

“Then let’s do it.” Taehyung said, causing Yoongi to snort. “No, I’m serious. You said it’s in May? Let’s go then.”

“Tae, we’re not going to Japan.” Yoongi shook his head. 

“Why not? You can go to the festival, and then we can go to the Studio Ghibli museum while we’re there.” He said. “We both have the money and you have to be able to leave for a week and a half. What’s stopping us?”

“So many things.” Yoongi stared down at his kodoma.

“Like what?”

There was a pause before Yoongi answered.

“I’ve never been on a plane.” 

Taehyung tilted his head in confusion. “Never?” 

“Nope.” Yoongi answered honestly. “Every place I’ve been I could take a train or car to. I don’t even have a passport.”

“You’ve never left the country?”

“Not legally.” Yoongi answered bluntly. “The wood carving festival was just a fantasy.”

“You’re not wanted yet, right? The cops aren’t looking for you?” Taehyung asked. “We can get your passport and go.”

“You’re quite the dreamer.” Yoongi shook his head to himself with a humorless chuckle.

Taehyung frowned, taking a moment to study Yoongi’s body language. The drug lord’s shoulders were slumped, and his head was down. His confidence was lost during the conversation, and his responses to the topic were almost childlike.

“I feel like there’s more to it.” Taehyung said. “Are you afraid to fly?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. Taehyung eventually reached over and held his hand, interlocking their fingers.

“I’ll be with you.” Taehyung promised. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Yoongi scoffed, but Taehyung could feel how clammy his hands were with the anxiety of thinking about flying.

“Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be promising that to you?” Yoongi teased.

“While we’re here, yes.” Taehyung said. “But once we’re out of this place, I would say that I’m a well-versed traveler. I’ll get us there and back safely. Or maybe just there and then we travel around for a bit.”

The idea of traveling with Taehyung gave Yoongi the type of dangerous hope he had as a kid when he dreamed of an unattainable future given where he’d come from.

“Even if you don’t mean it,” Taehyung practically whispered, “Will you promise to go to Japan with me?”

Yoongi’s lips slowly curled into that shy grin that Taehyung loved so much as he squeezed the florist's hand.

“Yes. I’ll go with you.”

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It was dangerous what Taehyung was doing to Yoongi. He couldn’t focus on his job properly, and he worried every day that his enemies would notice he was becoming weak. Them noticing he was cracking meant them looking for the source, them looking for the source meant the potential of finding Taehyung, and the potential of finding Taehyung meant the potential of Taehyung getting hurt. Yoongi used to focus entirely on his work, and now it was preserving Taehyung’s life.

But he couldn’t help it. He was too selfish to let Taehyung go. He was too scared of how Taehyung would react if Yoongi broke it off, of what he would say or how he would look and how it would shatter Yoongi’s heart. He was too despondent to think about how he would ever return to how he was before if he lost Taehyung. He was too far removed from how he used to be, and now he was in self preservation as he desperately tried to figure out what path to take so Taehyung and his heart were safe.

After a long day of making deals, threatening buyers and watching people get shot, Yoongi couldn’t wait to go to Taehyung’s and flop down in his bed…preferably getting fucked into it pretty soon after.

“Boss?” Namjoon came into his office.

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, not bothering to look up from his briefcase.

“There’s a note delivered for you.” He said. “It’s from Jaebum.”

Yoongi paused his packing up process, slowly looking up at Namjoon who held out the letter for him. He handed it to the drug lord, who opened it up to find the distinct penmanship of his rival.

Agust.

I know about your boyfriend. My sources saw you at some winter festival, flaunting around carelessly. Didn’t know you were a faggot but not surprised. Stop dodging our council or your boy toy and street cred will pay the price.

–Jaebum

Though Yoongi read it with a straight face, he felt the message like a blow to his gut. He was grateful that he was so pale, otherwise his men would have seen him go white in the face. 

He thought he’d been careful, he thought driving an hour and a half away to go on a date with Taehyung would be far enough, but he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“Boss?” Namjoon’s voice snapped Yoongi out of his panicked thoughts. “What did he say?”

“He wants to speak about the deal that went bad.” Yoongi said. “He threatened me for it.”

“Are you going to meet up with him?” Namjoon asked.

“No. He’s crossed the line one too many times.” Yoongi said. “I’m going to give the bastard a little call to finally put this to rest.”

Yoongi didn’t sleep over at Taehyung’s that night. He’d explained that it wasn’t safe in a text, deleted it immediately after sending, and then laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. His king sized mattress felt suffocating without Taehyung to cuddle him against it, and his satin sheets felt too stiff without Taehyung’s scent enveloping him as he pulled them around his shoulders. He’d silenced his personal phone, but he saw it lighting up for hours. Since Taehyung was the only one alive that had that number, Yoongi knew it was him that was texting and calling him so consistently.

Ignoring the phone was even harder than keeping his face unaltering as Jaebum delivered the news he’d been dreading for months. Yoongi was relieved he’d never brought Taehyung over, otherwise the man would definitely have driven to his place by now. 

Yoongi couldn’t have that. Taehyung was good, and Yoongi was a drug lord. He had more hits on him than he could count, he ran a powerful drug empire and the cops would pounce on him the minute they found out he was in charge of it. He was cruel and cold-hearted and felt nothing for anyone. Even if it meant lying to everyone including himself, he couldn’t let Taehyung come to him and put the florist in danger. He just couldn’t have that.

He couldn’t have Taehyung.

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The day had come, and Yoongi was ready. He straightened his tie in the mirror, looking at himself for what very well could be the last time. The scar on his face, his pale skin, his black hair that Taehyung loved so much. He stared somberly as he tucked the loose strand behind his ear. 

His eyes glanced down to the mason jar of dried flowers accumulated from Taehyung over the last few months. He could almost feel Taehyung’s warm hand grazing against his cheek as he placed one behind his ear to pin back his hair. The kodoma figurine was placed in front of the jar. He picked it up in his rough hand, running his finger over the carvings before slipping it into his pocket.

He took one last look at himself before grabbing his coat and keys, and heading to his last stop of freedom before his almost certain demise.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat when he heard a knock on the glass after closing two nights later. He dropped the watering can and practically sprinted to the door. When he saw the scarred face of Yoongi, he couldn’t open the door fast enough.

“Yoongi!” He pulled the drug lord into the shop, then into his arms. 

He hugged Yoongi so tight that the older might have felt he was being crushed if he didn’t embrace Taehyung with just as much force. They stood in the dark flower shop for what felt like ten minutes, just holding each other. Finally, Yoongi glanced outside to make sure there was no one around, fearing he’d already put the florist in danger.

“Can we go upstairs?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyung grabbed his hand and led him up, hugging him just as tight the moment they got in his apartment.

“Yoongi, where the hell have you been?” Taehyung asked, still holding him close. “Your texts were so short and cryptic. I thought you’d been kidnapped and someone was texting as you. Did something happen?”

“I was worried for your safety.” Yoongi sighed, finally releasing from Taehyung.

“Huh?”

“They found out about us.” Yoongi said. “About you.”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide and with his tan complexion it was clear his face went white.

“What do you mean they found out about me?”

“He didn’t say anything about your name or where you live, but I don’t know what they know.” Yoongi said. “He threatened to find you if I don’t adhere to his demands.”

Taehyung showed more fear than Yoongi had ever thought imaginable from the calm florist, and it made his heart plummet. He’d tried so hard to keep Taehyung safe, and now this is how Yoongi repays him for his own selfishness of indulging in the florist’s love despite the danger.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“I set up a shoot out.” Yoongi said. “I’m going to take him out so no one alive finds out who you are or puts you in danger.”

“A shoot out?!” Taehyung grabbed onto Yoongi’s wrists. “Yoongi, you can’t do that.”

“It’s the only way to keep you safe.” Yoongi said.

“You could get shot.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“You could be killed.”

“Rather it be me than you.” Yoongi said. “I should never have done this, I should never have come back to your shop after the first time, but I was selfish and I liked you, and now I put your life in danger. This is my fault, and I need to pay back my greed to keep you safe.”

“Yoongi, this isn’t keeping me safe.” Taehyung said. “This will tear me apart if you go and get yourself killed.”

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi said, looking away. “It’s the only way.”

“No it’s not.” Taehyung said, gripping Yoongi’s chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. 

“What other option is there?” Yoongi implored. “They know you exist, and it won’t take long to find out who you are. Hell, the only reason I’m here right now is because we’re going to kill them all off. Otherwise I never would have come near you again.”

“Run away with me.”

Taehyung said it so sincerely, his eyes staring dead into Yoongi’s. The drug lord’s stomach flipped and he felt himself go weak in his knees.

“What?”

“Getting killed isn’t the only way.” Taehyung reiterated. “You can run away with me.”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi squirmed out of his hold. “That won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“This isn’t as simple as running away from home.” Yoongi said. “These guys are dangerous, murderous demons. They have resources beyond what you can imagine, and they can find anyone within a day.”

“Then we’ll go far.” Taehyung urged. “We’ll get on a plane and go to Japan. You’ll learn wood carving in Inami and I’ll open another flower shop. We’ll get out of here and you’ll never have to hurt anyone or put yourself in death’s way ever again.”

“Tae…you know it’s not that simple.” Yoongi sighed. “It won’t work. No one ever escapes. If they do, they’re found and killed the following week. We wouldn’t even make it to the airport.”

Taehyung looked at Yoongi in desperation, then finally gave into some confession.

“Yoongi, the reason I wasn’t scared when you told me isn’t because I know this town is crawling with the mafia.” Taehyung said. “It’s because I know someone who escaped the mafia.”

“What?” Yoongi frowned up at him. “That’s impossible. That must be a myth.”

“It’s not.” Taehyung said. “It wasn’t like a friend of a friend. It was my brother.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to tell you because I was worried you’d think that I was undercover trying to get close to you for some ulterior motive. But I’ve been around the mafia quite a lot, and I’m not scared. I’m not scared that you’re in it, and I’m not scared that it’s around me.”

“You seemed pretty scared just now.” Yoongi said.

“That was because I know the effect it would have on you if they found me.”

Yoongi didn’t quite believe Taehyung’s explanation for some reason, but kept listening anyway.

“It’s not impossible. We can do this.” Taehyung encouraged. “Don’t you want to get away from here?” 

“I wouldn’t leave for myself.” Yoongi looked up at him, dejected. “I would leave to be with you.”

“You value me more than your own life?”

“Yes.” Yoongi grinned sadly. “You make me feel normal.” 

“Normal?” Taehyung tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Like I’m not a monster.”

“You aren’t a monster.” 

“You don’t know what I’ve done, Taehyung. If heaven exists, the higher being would laugh in my face if I tried to enter after how I’ve lived my life.” Yoongi shook his head. “But, for as much as what I’ve done haunts me, for some reason I can feel normal again with you.”

Taehyung stared down at his boyfriend hopelessly. The drug lord spoke about his future like it was set in stone, doomed to lead him to his ultimate demise, like his life could never have had anything else to offer him beyond this. Like he didn’t deserve anything else.

“Yoongi…”

“You make me feel like how I used to before all of this.” Yoongi continued. “Before all the threats and torture and murder. Before—”

Yoongi’s fingers slowly lifted to his face, the tips gently running over his scar. Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around Yoongi’s wrist. He didn’t pull his hand away, just got his attention.

“You’re not a monster, Yoongi.” Taehyung said. “I don’t need to know your whole history to know you’re not who you say you are. What you believe you are.”

Taehyung could tell his words were starting to break through to the drug lord. Yoongi wasn’t instantly shutting him down, pushing him away, insisting on his immorality. The florist slid his hand down to interlock their fingers, squeezing the drug lord’s hand three times.

Yoongi closed his eyes, squeezing back twice, until he realized what he was doing. How cruel it was, and how it would hurt the sweet florist even more.

“Taehyung, this isn’t safe.” Yoongi sighed, pulling his hand away. “I already have too many hits out for me, and now they’re looking for you.”

“Then just run away.” Taehyung pleaded again. “My brother did it once, we can do it now.”

“Tae, even if your brother got out, I couldn’t ask you to move across the world for me.”

“I want to.” Taehyung said. “I need something new, and I was looking for new opportunities when suddenly you showed up in my shop. I’ve only been prolonging finding somewhere new for you, and now I have a place I want to go. I know you want to go too.”

“People like me don’t get a second chance.” Yoongi said. “I was born into this, and I’ll die in it. This isn’t the life for you.”

“It isn’t the life for you either, Yoongi.” Taehyung said, reaching up to caress Yoongi’s cheek, careful not to run his fingers over the scar.

“It’s all I know.” Yoongi sighed, though he leaned into Taehyung’s touch.

“Just because it’s what you know, doesn’t mean it’s who you are.” 

“You don’t know me, Taehyung.” Yoongi looked down.

Taehyung’s eyes were somber as he tipped Yoongi’s chin up.

“They might have convinced you, but they’re wrong.” He said. “You’re not a bad boy, Yoongi.”

The drug lord’s eyes went glossy, and he had to turn away. He hadn’t cried in years, and he wasn’t about to now.

“I have to go.” Yoongi said, but Taehyung’s grip on his wrist prevented him.

“I can’t let you go like this, Yoongi.” Taehyung stated firmly. “You’ll die out there.”

“I’ll be fine.” He lied.

“I’m not an idiot, I know how shootouts go, Yoongi.” Taehyung pulled Yoongi closer. “If you go there, you’ll most likely die. And I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens.”

“You’ll live on and pursue the life you should have been having without me.” Yoongi said, trying to pull his wrist out of the stronger man’s grasp.

“If you're not in it, it's not the life I've been envisioning.” Taehyung said, getting just as frustrated as Yoongi. “If you don’t value me, at least value yourself. Your own life. Please, Yoongi, I’m begging you not to get yourself killed.”

“I do value you. That’s why I can’t pull you into this life.” Yoongi said, his fighting getting weaker now as he centered his energy on keeping his tears down.

Something shifted in Taehyung’s demeanor. His normally inviting look turned into devilishly seductive. His welcoming eyes went dark and his soft presence went cold.

“So this is it? You’re just gonna leave like this? Throw yourself into death’s jaws?”

Yoongi bit his lip and looked away. He couldn’t admit it.

Suddenly he was yanked forward into the shop owner’s body. He choked on his breath before it was cut off by Taehyung’s lips, and it was embarrassing how easily Yoongi melted against the younger’s body once he wrapped his arms around his waist and began kissing down his jaw.

“Fine.” Taehyung practically growled into his neck, evoking a yelp from the drug lord as he bit down harshly before continuing. “If you’re not gonna get out then I’m gonna fuck you one last time so I’m the final thought on your mind before they blow your brains out.”

He lifted Yoongi over his shoulder, only needing to take a few steps before he was at his bed and flung the drug lord onto it. He got between Yoongi’s thighs and grabbed either side of Yoongi’s button-down, ripping it clean and sending the buttons flying. 

Yoongi gasped only for it to be swallowed by Taehyung’s lips. He held the drug lord down as he sucked vicious hickeys into Yoongi’s neck, harshly biting along with it. He pulled Yoongi’s tie off and yanked his pants and boxers down until the drug lord was left completely bare in his bed. 

He didn’t spend nearly as much time prepping Yoongi as usual, too vengeful in his mission to get back at the drug lord for his own lack of self worth. He pulled Yoongi forward as he pushed his cock into the older man’s ass, the drug lord wailing out at the stretch and direct pressure to his prostate.

“Take my dick like the little whore you are.” Taehyung spat, his fingers wrapped around Yoongi's throat as he said it. “You’re gonna go into this shoot out with my cum leaking out of your ass like a fucking cock slut.”

Taehyung savored the whines his boyfriend let out at how he was being spoken to.

“Are you embarrassed, Yoongi?” Taehyung asked, leaning over to whisper in Yoongi’s ear.

The drug lord bit his lip and whimpered, finally giving in and nodding a little.

“Aww, well here.”

Yoongi whimpered when Taehyung pulled out and manhandled him so he was on the end of the bed. He pulled Yoongi’s hips up and shoved his dick back inside his fluttering asshole before reaching forward and grabbing the nape of Yoongi’s neck. He pulled the drug lord’s hair back until he was on his hands and knees, facing the mirror in front of them. He could see his face flushed and fucked out, his eyes incapable of staying open fully and his dick bouncing against his stomach from how hard Taehyung was pounding into him.

“Look at yourself, Yoongi.” Taehyung said with malice. “Look at yourself getting your back blown out by the flower boy. Getting absolutely fucked by an ordinary florist as the most powerful drug lord in the state.”

Yoongi whimpered as Taehyung pulled his hair even harder.

“Look at yourself moaning and begging for me as I fuck you in the ass. You’re supposed to be so big and scary? I don’t know how anyone can be intimidated by such a pathetic slut.”

Yoongi was leaking precum madly and had an iron grip on the sheets beneath him. Finally when Taehyung saw his tears, he let go of his hair and let the drug lord lower his upper body down to the bed, hiding his face in the comforter.

Taehyung was fucking him so good, like he always did, except something about this time felt much dirtier. It was extremely hot, but also left Yoongi wanting more, wanting more aftercare and cuddling from Taehyung. But he wouldn’t get it, for he had to get going soon. 

The rate in which Taehyung was abusing his prostate was blinding, and he could only moan the florist’s name because it’s the only word he knew at that moment.

“Go ahead, Yoongi.” Taehyung said. “Beg me to let you cum. You’re always such a fucking whore about it, so go on. Beg me.”

Yoongi was so deep in ecstasy, he couldn’t even string three words together. Now Taehyung wanted him to formulate questions in this state?

Taehyung slowed down his thrusts, letting his dick just barely miss Yoongi’s prostate. The drug lord whimpered and shook his head, trying to protest.

“You don’t get to cum until I let you.” Taehyung said. “And before I let you, I wanna hear you beg for it.”

Yoongi opened his mouth, just for stuttered moans to come out in a choppy voice. He yelped when he felt the sharp slap of Taehyung’s huge hand on his ass.

“Beg, you little bitch.” He sneered down, finally breaking through Yoongi’s trance.

“Please, Taehyung!” Yoongi gasped, crying into the sheets. “Please let me cum, please!”

“You need to admit to me what you are.”

Yoongi whimpered, hiding his face into the mattress.

“I’m a slut.” He sobbed. “I’m a pathetic little slut.”

Taehyung grinned and spanked him again.

“What else?”

“I’m your bitch.” Yoongi knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

Taehyung grabbed his hips and fucked back into him with an unforgiving rhythm, clenching his jaw as he rammed into Yoongi’s prostate over and over. Yoongi’s arms completely gave out and it was through the sheer muscle of Taehyung that kept his hips in the air.

He bit down on the comforter as he finally came all over the bed. It was a larger load than normal, due to not getting fucked by Taehyung for the past two days. Taehyung grunted and came only seconds later inside Yoongi, completely painting his walls and filling him up. He took a moment to let his cum completely empty into the drug lord before pulling out.

He flipped Yoongi onto his back and laid him down. The muscle Taehyung had exerted now struggled to keep him up. He lowered himself onto Yoongi, the drug lord wrapping his shaky arms around the florist with the last of his energy.

Taehyung hid his face into Yoongi’s neck, his heavy breath fanning into his sweaty skin.

“Please don’t go.” Taehyung whispered, breaking Yoongi’s heart. “Please don’t leave me.”

Yoongi just remained quiet and prayed Taehyung wouldn't push him for an answer. After a few minutes of reviving, Taehyung stopped and cleaned the area up as usual while Yoongi regained use of his legs. As predicted, there was no aftercare since Yoongi had no time.

Finally he was up and getting dressed as Taehyung was, borrowing one of the florist’s shirts he hardly cared about since he had destroyed Yoongi’s. The two didn’t speak to each other, didn’t look at each other. Yoongi knew he couldn’t, because saying practically anything to the younger would result in him cracking from his stoic exterior.

They didn’t speak as Taehyung walked him down to the entrance of the shop so he could lock it after Yoongi left. The drug lord reached for the door handle, when  suddenly arms wrapped around his waist and Taehyung’s chin hooked over his shoulder. Yoongi sighed and leaned against him, letting his head fall back onto the florist.

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to ask again—he knew Yoongi had made up his mind. He was just saying goodbye.

After a minute, he finally let go, and just like that, Taehyung walked to the back room, unable to watch the drug lord leave and waiting to lock up after he was gone. Yoongi stared at him longingly before finally recomposing himself and exiting.

“You ready boss?” Namjoon asked, cocking his gun in preparation as the car approached its destination.

“Yep.” He said. “Remember the first order of business?”

“Get you to Jaebum.” Namjoon said.

“Anything after that, you’re on your own.” He said. “If I die and you don’t, I leave everything I have to you.”

Though Yoongi didn’t let himself have any friends, Namjoon is the closest person he’d consider to be one after so many years working together. Namjoon gave him a firm nod with the faintest grin, affirming that Yoongi was not alone in that feeling. 

When they pulled up, Jaebum’s men were all waiting, and they didn’t give Yoongi’s gang a chance to get out of the van before they started firing. However, Yoongi’s men were already prepared, and came out fully loaded up, shooting right back. There were screams and the sounds of boots slapping against the gravel as the two gangs charged for each other. 

Yoongi stayed behind his men, scanning above their heads for his target. He’d assumed Jaebum would be on his balcony, watching in satisfaction, but he was nowhere to be found. The drug lord scowled, realizing he was going to have to storm the warehouse, until he got a call on his business phone. He pulled it out and saw it was Jaebum of all people, and ran behind the van for cover as he answered.

“Well well well, it seems I missed the party!” Yoongi heard his smug voice.

“So you’re gonna hide out in your house like a bitch?”

“I would love to be there, but unfortunately I got too antsy to meet your little boyfriend.” Jaebum said, making Yoongi’s heart drop.

“Where the fuck are you?” Yoongi demanded, razors in his voice.

“I was in the flower shop, but now I’ve decided to bring your precious lover to your warehouse to show him around. He seemed so excited to see where you worked.”

“If you do anything to him, I’ll show you ways to die you’ve never dreamed of, you little cunt.” Yoongi spat.

“You better get your ass over here then. Your boyfriend seems to miss you.”

The line cut, and Yoongi didn’t even get in the car in fear he would get hit and not make it in time. He simply sprinted down the streets, moving faster than he ever had in his life to get to his warehouse.

When he burst through the doors, Jaebum was sitting in Yoongi’s executive chair, his feet kicked up as he took a drag from his cigarette. 

“There he is.” He greeted Yoongi sarcastically. “So nice of you to come.”

“Where is he?” Yoongi demanded, his eyes narrowing on the mob boss.

“So hasty.” Jaebum tsked, putting his feet down. “Not even a hello for your old friend?”

Yoongi cocked his gun and aimed it at Jaebum’s head. “You have three seconds to tell me where he is.”

“Sweet Agust, how do you intend to find him if you kill me?”

“If you let me kill you, I’ll know you’ve already done away with him.” Yoongi said, far too familiar with how Jaebum operated.

“Well, you got me there.” Jaebum chuckled, getting to his feet and whistling to who Yoongi assumed were his men somewhere in his warehouse.

Sure enough, one of Jaebum’s goons came from behind the corner, dragging a chair with a tied up Taehyung sitting in it, a bag over his head.

Yoongi’s face drained of color at the scene, unable to keep his exterior shell up anymore. 

“Taehyung!” Yoongi called to him, ready to make a run for the florist.

“Ah ah ah,” Jaebum wagged his finger, his henchman pulling a gun and aiming it at Taehyung’s head. 

They had evidently gagged him, as all he heard were muffled sounds as Taehyung was clearly running out of oxygen.

“We must strike a deal first before I give over your precious boyfriend.”

“What the fuck do you want?” Yoongi yelled, his voice more frantic as he stared at the florist’s chest rising and falling slower and slower, signifying he didn’t have much more time before he suffocated.

“First, I want you to put your gun down and kick it over here.” Jaebum said.

Yoongi followed the order immediately, throwing it down and kicking it over.

“Now, hands up, on your knees.”

Yoongi didn’t think twice before dropping down.

“Jaebum, just let him go.” Yoongi pleaded, his hands up in surrender. “He didn’t know about this.”

“Which is exactly why we don’t get emotionally involved with anyone outside of this line of work, remember?” Jaebum asked rhetorically. “Now look at you, you’re completely defenseless, without a gun, watching your boyfriend slowly suffocate before you.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” Yoongi yelled again, his voice cracking a bit. 

“I want you to pay me every penny I lost from that faulty deal. Which will require you telling me where your safe is.”

"Fine." Yoongi promised. "It's on the top floor in the room at the end of the hall."

“The code?”

“134340.”

“Then, I want you to turn over any man that’s still alive after that shootout to me.” He said, pulling out a recorder. “I want you to give your oath verbally.”

“Okay, I’ll tell Namjoon. You can have my men once the shootout is finished.” Yoongi said, his eyes frantically scanning to Taehyung’s body, slowly slumping forward.

“Beautiful.” Jaebum said as he stopped the tape recorder and put it in his jacket pocket, then a terrifying, ominous smile curled at his lips and darkened his eyes. “Finally, I want to watch you weep.”

“Wh–”

He aimed his gun at the back of Taehyung’s head, and pressed the trigger. 

“Taehyung!” 

Yoongi gave a guttural cry as the blood spewed from Taehyung’s head, his body going completely limp. The drug lord fell to his hands and knees, the room around him spinning and his chest caving in.

“Man, you must really love him.” Jaebum taunted, and Yoongi stared up at him with fire ablaze in his eyes.

He got to his feet as Jaebum laughed, the most genuine he had in years. His goon aimed his gun at Yoongi, but Jaebum put his hand on the man’s arm.

“No no, I’m going to savor this.”

He aimed his gun at Yoongi’s thigh, excited to put a bullet through every limb and watch him bleed out in agony. Yoongi wouldn’t let it happen though. He was going to keep a completely solemn face as he stared Jaebum in the eyes, accepting his fate and praying he would somehow see Taehyung once before they went to their separate places in the afterlife.

Suddenly there were two gun shots from behind Yoongi. One hit the man behind Jaebum, blowing through his skull and killing him on the spot, and a second on Jaebum’s hand, causing the gun to go flying. The mob boss screamed out an embarrassingly high tone as he dropped to his knees, holding his wrist with the mangled, bloody hand on top.

The drug lord whipped around to see none other than Taehyung walking behind him, sweating and panting to indicate that he’d just sprinted from what Yoongi imagined was his flower shop. Yoongi wasn’t sure whether or not Jaebum had just put a bullet through the drug lord’s head, and this was Yoongi’s last hallucination before falling into the clutches of death. 

But it was not a hallucination. Yoongi was not shot, and Taehyung was not dead. Whoever was under the bag that Jaebum had just shot was a bluff. Jaebum had not abducted Taehyung, and he’d most likely just killed one of his own men to psychologically torture Yoongi before murdering him.

“Let’s finish this once and for all, Jaebum.”  Taehyung’s deep voice was powerful and held authority as he approached. 

Once he came into the moonlight shining in from the windows, Jaebum finally looked up to fully see the florist. It was the mob boss’s turn to go white in the face once he laid eyes on him.

“Vante…” He choked through the agonizing pain. “You’re still alive?”

Vante.

The competition that Jaebum had supposedly “taken out,” whom the mob boss used as his claim to fame in the mafia as why he should be revered. Not only was the iconic mob boss still alive, but he was none other than Yoongi’s sweet little flower boy.

“Yes, I’m still alive.” Taehyung got to where a bloody Jaebum was, kicking him down onto his back and keeping him pinned with his foot on his neck. “But you’re not.”

There was another gunshot, then Jaebum went limp.

Yoongi’s jaw was on the ground as Taehyung put his gun back in his waistband—exactly where Yoongi kept his. The florist let out a deep breath as he turned and bounded toward Yoongi. Something in Taehyung’s face was different, and it scared Yoongi.

“Vante?” Yoongi asked, his chest rising and falling at a rapid state. “You were Vante?”

“Yes.” Taehyung said, taking Yoongi by the elbow and pulling him away from the scene. “When I said I knew someone who got out, I was talking about me.”

“I thought you died!” Yoongi exclaimed. “You were a legend, I don’t know how I didn’t recognize you.”

“I’ve changed a lot since I was twenty five.” Taehyung said, pulling Yoongi down the streets to his flower shop. 

Once they got inside, Taehyung locked the door behind them, bringing Yoongi to his apartment. He pushed his coffee table out of the way, moving the rug to reveal a latch door. When he pulled it open there were bags of money matched with an array of artillery. It made Yoongi gawk as he took it all in.

“That's how I escaped.” Taehyung said, pulling out the bags and a few of his guns. “I faked my death.”

“You faked it well.” Yoongi shook his head, still in disbelief. “Everyone thought you died.”

“Yeah, and if I want to remain free from the mafia, I need to keep it that way.” 

He started throwing some clothes into bags and packing frantically.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Taehyung said. “But I could never tell anyone I’m alive, for the safety of my family. My old enemies still don’t know where they are, but if they found out I’m alive, it would be over for them. So I need to get out now before they realize that I was here.”

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” Yoongi asked, his breath picking up at the realization.

“Yes.” Taehyung said. “That woman who came in the day you visited me and asked me on a date? She’s signing the lease and taking over the shop.”

“What?!”

“I knew it was getting too dangerous being this involved with such a powerful figure in the mafia.” Taehyung said. “I really wanted you to come with me, but I can’t wait for you any longer. I have to go now. Especially after this, I really gotta get out of here. I’ll be lucky if I can escape with them still thinking I’m dead.”

Suddenly Taehyung’s bag was packed, his passport and keys in hand, and he looked at Yoongi with his big brown eyes.

“It was really nice getting to be with you.” Taehyung professed to Yoongi. “I meant it when I told you I love you. And whether or not you cared, you meant a lot to me, and I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time—if ever. So thank you.”

He hiked the bag onto his shoulder, causing Yoongi’s eyes to go wide. Taehyung wasn’t just leaving, he was leaving this exact moment.

“I hope you do eventually get out and live a long life, Yoongi.” Taehyung bid. “You’re nowhere near as vile of a person as I was—that I’m clearly still capable of being—and I hope you keep some of your innocence.”

The florist breezed past Yoongi when the drug lord’s hands wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.

“I wasn’t faking it.” Yoongi said. “You meant a lot to me too. You still do mean a lot to me—everything to me. I haven’t felt this way about someone in my life, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Taehyung smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go.” Taehyung said apologetically. “I can’t put my loved ones or myself through this again.”

“I’ll come with you.” Yoongi interjected, finally getting Taehyung to completely stop and meet his eyes.

“What?”

“I’ll come, if you still want me to.” Yoongi reiterated. “I don’t want this anymore either. I was too afraid you’d be hurt if we got caught, but now that I know who you are, I don’t have to worry about that.”

Taehyung just stared down at the drug lord, trying to figure out what to do next.

“I love you, Taehyung.” Yoongi confessed at last. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I want to be with you. I want to get out of this, but only if it’s with you.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened with every word Yoongi spoke, the drug lord’s eyes glossy.

“Ask me again.” Yoongi begged the florist. “Please, Taehyung. Ask me again.”

Taehyung analyzed Yoongi's beautiful face once more, trying to detect any morsel of humor or regret, and coming to the conclusion that the drug lord was completely earnest in his plea.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung said, gently reaching for his hand. “Will you run away with me?”

The drug lord smiled through the tears gathering in his eyes.

“Fuck yeah.”

Yoongi threw his arms around Taehyung’s neck, and the florist let the bag drop to hug him back just as tight. He lifted Yoongi up as they finally kissed, this time in relief and jubilation instead of longing and sorrow like the last time they’d kissed.

“I love you.” Taehyung said once he put Yoongi down. 

“I love you too.” Yoongi giggled and went on his toes to kiss Taehyung once more before the florist pulled away.

“Baby, as much as I would love to throw you on that bed and make passionate love to you, we really need to go.” Taehyung said once they pulled away. “Is there anything particularly valuable you’d be leaving behind?”

“Just all of my wealth, but that’s fine.” Yoongi shrugged. “It’s dirty money, and there’s no way to take it without them finding me.”

“Excellent.” Taehyung grinned. “I can make this look like you were killed too so we don’t have to be on the run of people looking for you, but we gotta go fast. We’ll figure out how to get your passport once we’re a few states over.”

“I got my passport.” Yoongi said quickly, surprising Taehyung.

“You did?”

“Yes.” Yoongi answered. “I never thought I’d use it, but I wanted to get it after you asked me to run away with you. Just to pretend.”

Taehyung smiled and kissed Yoongi’s forehead.

“Alright, then. Let’s go.”

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“You ready?” Taehyung leaned over to ask Yoongi.

The ex-drug lord was bouncing his leg madly, clutching onto the armrests as the flight attendants were going through the motions of demonstrating how seatbelts work.

“No.” Yoongi said, his voice hardly audible. “But it’s too late now.”

The flight attendants went to their seats, and the plane’s lights turned off, then suddenly they started zooming forward. Yoongi’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the seat, until he felt Taehyung’s fingers slip between and interlock with his. 

Yoongi peeked over to see Taehyung giving him an encouraging smile.

“I’m right here.” He whispered comfortingly.

When the plane took off Yoongi winced and hid into Taehyung’s shoulder, clasping both of his hands around the florist's arm. The speed and bumpiness only lasted less than a minute until they were smoothly coasting in the air. Yoongi opened his eyes and slowly loosened his grip on Taehyung.

“See? Not too bad.” Taehyung chuckled, kissing Yoongi’s head. “Wanna look outside?”

Yoongi gulped nervously before peering out, and watched as they flew over the city. It sped by, and soon it was completely gone as they crossed over another town, and then the next. He watched as they flew away from his warehouse, his mansion, his entire life. The farther he got, the more he relaxed. 

“What do you think?” Taehyung asked, peeking out the window over Yoongi’s shoulder.

“It’s weird. I don’t miss anything, I just want us to fly away faster.” Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at Taehyung. “Is this how you felt?”

“Yep.” Taehyung grinned. “Letting go of all of it and plunging into a new life with a fresh start.”

Yoongi turned back to the window, his cold fingers running along the sides of it.

“Was it scary?”

“Terrifying.” Taehyung said. “But worth it.”

Yoongi finally shut the window as all the other passengers did and looked into Taehyung’s warm eyes.

“It's like I can breathe again.”

It might have sounded weird to anyone else, but Taehyung understood from first hand experience.

“Feels nice, huh?”

Yoongi grinned and rested his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, looking down at the kodoma in his hands.

“Yeah, it does.”