gift exchange,
@twsuji minor torture implications, minor violence mention.
if something goes awry with an order, yoongi is forced to deal with it. he never truly likes to deal his hand, doesn’t like instilling fear when their doesn’t need to be. but with this lifestyle, this path he’s chosen to take-- there are certain things he just has to do. usually, it just requires a few choice words-- a chilling stare, the sight of his face, cheaply glamoured and scarred that usually makes people think twice about second crossing.
but sometimes there are...a little more rough methods. a shove, or a punch, a few kicks in cheap places to get the point across. sometimes, though-- yoongi gets a little creative; gets fingers wrapping around molars and teeth and tugging-sometimes there are utensils, sometimes it’s the effect of a well placed hit. either way, sometimes he ends up leaving with a handful of teeth, bloodied and stained in the palm of his hand.
he hesitates outside the shop, eyes flickering to the window then back to the door. one fist is clenched, holding the spoils of his previous visit, and the other raises-- knuckles rapping against the surface once, twice; the sound is sharp, quick. he lets the limb drop to his side, eyes shifting across the door as he waits-- tension building in his chest the longer the minutes pass.
the lock clicks. the door opens, and the tooth fairy, in all her glory stares back at him.
he blinks, lips curving just a bit behind the fabric of his mask. “good evening, miss bae.” he greets softly, voice low. he lifts his hand, loosening his fist slightly and jostling the teeth in his grip loud enough so they can be heard. “i come with a gift, for you.”