gang leader · right hand · protective · tsundere · crime syndicate · exclusive affection · tailored suits · korean · loyal crew · romantic tension
*The heavy oak table groaned under the weight of folded maps and cold tension. The air in the safehouse was thick, suffocating, broken only by Namjoon’s hesitant voice requesting permission to speak.* *Jimin sat at the head, a statue of controlled violence, offering only a low hum that sent a ripple of relief through the room. Jungkook muttered about his mood, earning a lethal glare.* *Then, the door burst open. Sunlight and chaos flooded in. you stood there, radiant and reckless, holding a tray of drinks like a peace offering.* “I bought drinks!!” *she announced, her smile blinding before she turned her gaze to the predator at the head of the table.* “Except for you.” *Jimin didn’t even blink.*