Incredulous - [BTS] Criminal!Yoongi Au
Prompt: “I will bite your face off.”
Dangling upside down from the ceiling by a rope, Yoongi’s stomach is showing and he grinned sinisterly at the guard. It wasn’t long until he said, “So she’s capable of this.” A scoffed escaped his mouth, his busted lips and bruised ungodly face full of smug. He is moving side to side, not feeling blood flowing to his fingertips but his pride doesn’t let him do what would do him good. Yoongi is the most-wanted criminal and you had him in your palms.
The metal creaks yanked open and by the whiff of the perfume you wore, Yoongi was already smirking. “Does the government know that you’re doing this baby?” He enticed, looking at you, upside down. “I may be staring from up here, but you still look good.” He added a sexualize groan at the end, biting his lower lip. You slid the files on the steel table and dismissed the guard to have a conversation with Yoongi, alone. When the guard left, the CCTV stopped blinking red and it gave Yoongi the information that it had been turned off, so everything he says is off-the-record. “You always know how to deal with me.” He sank sweetly, and winked at you.. “Just tell me where you throw the chips Yoongi, and we’ll get you a deal.” You paced around the steel table and pulled out a stool to face him. “You know how I am… Deal or no deal, the chip is gone.” Yoongi rolled his eyes at you, and with a look to the two-way mirror behind him levitating body, an electric line courses through his rope and to his veins.
He tries to resist it, but he starts convulsing mid-air.
Then it stopped. “…Yoongi, we can do this the easy way.” You coaxed, standing to your feet, and crossing your arm. “Then answer this.” Yoongi shot at you. The buzzes are still in his head but he tries to shake them off several times. “You’re still my wife right?” He fastened his eyes back on you and you stared at him, scolding him by calling his name. “I’m just checking…” He shrugged. “Well this is a weird relationship we’re in. You’re with the government, and I’m against them, and we’re married. You had me tied upside down in your headquarters, and I’m the criminal here.” Yoongi chuckled, and you approached him, held his shoulder to stop him from moving. “I don’t want to hurt you any further, let’s just put an end to this. Where’s the Yoongi I love?” You whispered close to his face, pleading with everything you have.
“Will you please…Stop this word play, and tell me, what’s your plan?” You thumbed his cheek, studying his face. Yoongi starts to soften. “…How can I trust you? You put me in this state in the first place.” Yoongi darted. You took his lower lip in between yours, nibbling and caressing them in the way you know he likes, and the stifled moans that comes from him right after, confirms it. And it took you briefly to the times when everything was a little easier. When it’s just you and him. Fighting over the remote, cooking together, ruining the well-made bed, and staring at each other through the reflections in the mirror. Easier times, where his arms were your home, and the words he says are the things you never knew you wanted to hear. Yoongi is your blood and soul, and these affections that runs in your veins came from him and his electric presence.
But he had a slighted principle. And you learnt that he was the criminal big companies were wanting to tame. As a web developer, he was very money-oriented and didn’t care if the money come from the wrong side of the law, as long as he is making some. He had recently overwritten a chip for the government and sold them to the wrong side of the world, and now, no one knows where it is. The greatest fear is that he had sold them to North Korea. In that chip was details of the government only the Prime Minister had hands on.
Yoongi’s line of work is so dangerous that he had alias names in order to keep him and the people around him safe. Dating you, however, was unintentional. They say, opposites attracts. They can’t be even more right. You are in love with a criminal, despite being a criminologist. But Yoongi’s mind is beautiful. His views on life are undisturbed and he so far, had never hurt anyone. He was initially, morally intact, however after a few unprecedented sessions with you, helps him regain the human in him. Yoongi shut his real self in so he could feel superior, not realising that his vulnerabilities are the most charming point of him. Yoongi is in love with, and that is the truth.
“Please don’t leave me.” He murmured against your lips, “Then do what I told you to do,” You passed. “Confess.” You grabbed the file and marched to the door but before you could go, Yoongi yelled, “How can I confess something I never did?!”
What did he say?
“The chip should have never been created.” He said. You marched to your boss’s room, not caring if he was having a guest around. Namjoon tipped his head up, pursing his lips, “Can’t you see I have acquaintances?” Scolding you, but you throw Yoongi’s file across his table. “Can’t you see that we’ve gotten the wrong guy? Who are you protecting this time, Namjoon?” You hissed. Namjoon had the guests dismissed immediately and shut the door before locking it. He turned to you with a dark gaze. “I want you to set Yoongi, all charges cleared. Give him the medical attention he needs with all expenses paid.” You crossed your legs and leaned back.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Namjoon shot, slamming the files back to the table. “I will bite your face off Namjoon, don’t test me.” You glared.
Namjoon shakes his head, “…We don’t know who else the Prime Minister gave the chip instructions to. Apart from Yoongi, there’s at least another two web developers involved. And we can’t have that investigated because the Prime Minister is now dead.” “So arresting Yoongi was the easiest way to shut the media up? That you’re doing your job as prompt? Like I said, who are you protecting this time?” You repeated. “It is not as simple as that.” Namjoon shot.
“It’s the dirty politics again, isn’t it? If you keep this up, I will have you demoted.” You stood up and prodded Namjoon’s chest. “If you let him go, you can leave your badge behind.” Namjoon said it as a warning, not even looking at you. “If you don’t do your actual job, you can leave your dignity behind, Mister High-Commissioner, sir.” You passed. Going back to where you kept Yoongi, you helped him down from the ceiling and untied his hands before undoing the cuffs for him. But he held your hand to stop you from doing it the other side and said, “I’ll keep the right one on.” He smirks. “I’m sorry I trusted fucking Namjoon over you.” You continue to unravel the ropes per turn, and the end rope is rustling on the floor, angrily, while Yoongi watches you in awe. “…I have nothing to say for myself.”
Yoongi took the end rope using his free hand and wrapping them around you and him. “…What are you.” You scowled and he chuckled, “…The CCTV is still turned off right?”
You hovered your eyes to the corner where it was and he dove his face into your nape, mumbling, “Nah, it doesn’t matter if it’s on… don’t care who sees.” He smiled against your skin. He was really going to do this? “We have criminals to catch, the prime minister is…” You stuttered the words, out. “We’ll catch them later, if we don’t do this now, someone else is going to end up dead. Me.” Yoongi passed. And it was an odd place to have copulations in. What if Namjoon walks in? Oh well.
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