bodyguard yoongi who is a little too protective of you
pairing: reader x min yoongi
warning: violence ?, illegal art dealing, yearning man
Your patience was running thin.
It had been hours since you had been invited into the beautifully decorated mansion, only to be kept waiting like a nobody in a small room, expecting your client.
You were an art dealer, the most well-known in the industry. During your life, you had acquired beautiful and famous pieces and made deals to ensure they had important and caring new owners.
Art, for you, was a form of expression you had always considered truly important in everyday life. After graduating in Art History at university, you followed the steps of your father's way of living.
Your name was very familiar in the business, and you had always been treated with respect, although some buyers had shown dissatisfaction at the mere fact that you were a woman.
But you had never given a fuck about those old pricks’ opinions. You were rich and powerful enough to pressure them into respecting you by threatening them.
So, the fact that you had been left unattended for three hours straight in a boudoir, waiting like a puppy for his master made your blood boil.
Yoongi, on the other hand, was standing next to you, his eyes never leaving your frustrated form, his patience only showing.
Yoongi had been your close bodyguard for ten years, when you had slowly started to put a foot in the market of illegal art dealing. This was the time when bland transactions had started to bore you, and you had sought a more intriguing business audience.
He had always been loyal, never leaving your side and always protecting you when you faced some hard times negotiating with men who liked to step on women.
He wasn’t that knowledgeable about art, but you had noticed his practical mind and you still liked to listen to his opinions about the deals you were about to make.
You sat down on the sofa in the room, noticing its softness and yet it didn’t soothe you. You tapped your heels to the floor, a proof of your frustration. You sighed and turned to Yoongi who was already looking down at you.
« It’s crazy to me how you always put together you look », you told him, your cold and annoyed voice cutting through the air like a knife.
Others would have recoiled at your tone, but Yoongi did no such thing. He knew you, and he knew your anger wasn’t directed at him right now. So, he answered patiently, in the voice you had grown to associate with him.
« Years of training, miss. » He had always called you miss. From the first time you met him until today, he has kept his monosyllabic title as a respectful reminder of both of your positions.
It shouldn’t have bothered you, but you didn’t like it, you thought it brought you to your gender as an insult. When you had corrected him, he had only explained his vision, politely clarifying how deferent it was for him.
You sighed for the last time, before closing your eyes and trying to focus on the deal you were supposed to handle.
Mr. Park was a popular politician in your country, appealing to many with his eloquence and his charm. He had fought for many causes, including social rights and the suppression of taxes for the poorest. However, you knew him as one of the biggest clients in your line of work. His greed was as polished as his reputation, and he loved to acquire new pieces for his collection.
In the art market, he was known to spend crazy amounts of money on everything that caught his eye during auctions.
You didn’t really do auctions, your business was bigger than that. Your father had built an empire of taste that you had mastered to keep floating. Auctions were for fools who thought art was meaningless, insignificant rich people who only wanted money, money, and money.
So, when Mr. Park reached out to you through some contacts, pretending he wanted to buy a new item, you got interested, but wary.
He was a big fish, but not that big. He used to stick around auctions. So why would he come to you, the princess of the underworld?
You had asked Yoongi’s opinion about this deal, and he had told you to stay cautious about this man. After all, he was known for his love for the chase.
You had chosen to go meet him, but it now sounded more like a mistake than anything else. It had been hours since you’d arrived, and the wait had put a psychological toll on you. You weren’t used to being treated like a second-zone dealer, and you were showing it in your attitude right now.
You pat the couch next to you, silently indicating for Yoongi to sit, but he didn’t. He was busy keeping an eye on you, knowing when to talk to distract you from your frustration. He also wanted to stay up to react to potential threats against you.
The truth is, he was totally in love with you. Since the day you had hired him, since he breathed in your essence, and since he saw you command a room of men with just a snap of your fingers. He was weak for the way you loved art, how you were so powerful and yet so fragile, in a way that made him awake at night.
He had never felt something so powerful as his feelings for you. He was commanded by a strong instinct to protect you against all threats, and to care for you in ways others wouldn’t.
Of course, this part was a bit more complicated, knowing he had never confessed to you. He was certain you had no idea about all of his feelings and desires.
Right now, he was trying not to stare too much at your pissed off figure. He knew how much a bad sale could ruin your mood. He knew how you would get when you’re angry. But he couldn’t help to feel his breath hitch at the sight of you, tapping your fingers against your thigh, your brows furrowed in a frown he’d kill to ease with his fingers.
His own fingers itched to take your hand in his, to soothe you and claim you in this boring room like a true lover would.
He only wished for that. To be honest with you, to show you how much of a pathetic man he was for you, had been for years.
If you’d let him, he thought with bitterness, he’d give you the world. Everything you could ever want, he’d offer it to you.
The sale had gone incredibly wrong. Mr Park had proven himself to be an expert in bullshit, as well as being hours late to your meeting, organized in his own mansion.
When he had walked into the room with a lazy smirk, your blood grew warm with anger, even if you just let yourself show a hint of disdain before proceeding to your business.
Yoongi, as always in sync with your feelings somehow, had gotten closer to you.
You had thought it would be a normal, yet frustrating deal, but when suddenly your client claimed you were ripping him off, you lost your cool.
The shift had been subtle, but Yoongi felt it.
Your words grew cold and poised, your chin lifting in both mockery and anger to his face. You had spat your truth to him, and as soon as he got mad and started to call his men, Yoongi had intervened.
He had grabbed your arm to put your body beside his and had growled at Mr Park.
When the tension had reached its peak, and Yoongi noticed a man approaching you with a gun, he lost his composure.
« Touch her and you die »
You were sitting in your car, your mind recalling the events in Mr Park’s house with fury. How did he dare? Your name was a protection in itself, a guarantee of quality and honesty.
To you, questioning your integrity was an insult to both your work and your father’s.
And when the security guards had walked over you, guns out like you were a nobody….you had been so mad.
You were still mad. But confusion has also been raised in your mind. Yoongi’s behavior has been strange since the moment the deal got messed up.
You wondered what could have set him off, making him grit his teeth and clench his jaw next to you, his still hot gun in his lap.
You turned to him, your mouth opening to ask him what was wrong with him, when you caught him already staring at you.
You froze, your lips parting and brows frowning. He was never like this. Yoongi usually was a subtle and discreet man, who knew very well how to be invisible to you if he wasn’t needed. He was never one to talk before you did, or watch you before you ordered him something.
So the sight of him scrutinizing you like you were a mystery made your insides loop. His narrowed eyes were full of heat, and you found yourself gulping at his face.
To be honest, you knew how handsome he was. It was foolish not to see it. The way he carried himself screamed his confidence and strength, and yet, you liked how he was deferent to you. Yoongi belonged to the kind of men who didn’t feel less powerful when kneeling in front of women, and that made you weak when you were alone at night, thinking about the man.
He made you nervous sometimes, when he was beating up someone at your feet because they had disrespected your business. He was passionate about your protection, always one to follow you everywhere to ensure your safety, without his presence being overwhelming.
So when you caught him looking at you like he wanted to eat you, you were shocked. Your ears were still ringing from rage at Park’s actions, but your neck colored red for another reason.
He tilted his head, noticing how you got quiet at the sight of him. Was he scaring you? The thought made him angrier, so he spoke.
« He deserved to die, » he drawled in his raspy voice, sending you shivers down your spine. « he deserved much more than dying for what he did to you. »
He looked actually furious, like the thought of you being mocked by Mr. Park was something he couldn’t bear.
You couldn’t answer him, the words you wanted to speak stuck on your tongue. Why was he acting like that ? Where was the Yoongi you knew ?
You couldn’t answer him, the words you wanted to speak stuck on your tongue. He kept looking at you, and you sighed angrily.
« What’s wrong with you? » Your voice was harsh, and this time directed at him. He didn’t flinch, but you noticed his eyes softening.
« You’re too precious to be treated like that, » he answered. « They don’t see what I see. »
Your breath hitched, and you tried to hide it. You were too proud to show him how much he was affecting you.
Your voice rang in the back of the car like a bell, the sound clear but menacing. As if it could reveal things you did not want to know. He closed his eyes and breathed in before turning back to the window on his side, whispering that you didn’t want to know.
You gulped and gave up on the discussion. It was just Yoongi, right? He would go back to his usual self in a few hours, kissing the ground on which you walked with a stern face.
