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Yoongi woke up to the sounds of the T.V.
It was Sunday and there was a pleasant smell of coffee permeating his nose. Yoongi cracked his eyes open and was surprised when the sunlight didn't immediately attack his eyes.
Oh, he slept on the mattress that night. He sat up and looked over to find the bed empty and made. Guess Namjoon was watching the T.V. He stood up, stretched a bit and went out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen.
Just as he exited the kitchen with a cup of warm coffee, he saw Namjoon– standing right in front of the T.V. screen while watching what it sounded like news. "What are you watching?" Yoongi said, walking up to him.
"The murder of that waiter from Kang's Kitchen," Namjoon said with a sigh. "Apparently, the police suspect that I am Agust D. I've got a price on my head now, dead or alive, preferably alive so they provide me with the proper punishment for this act of great offense. You've got a job, Suga, the politicians are requesting the 'Protectors' to find me and hand me over. Ooh, you'll be RICH rich, Yoongi." Namjoon chuckled after saying that, not noticing Yoongi's face.
"Spies and secret agents are all over the country and they know my face. Chances are that I go out for groceries and the next moment I'm being tossed from prison to prison like a sack of potatoes."
"You'd be dumb to think that I'll let you go out of the house by yourself then. I said I'm gonna protect you and no way I'm gonna do a half-assed job."
Namjoon scoffed. "You can't protect me forever."
"I will until they stop searching for you."
Namjoon groaned. "Yoongi, I'm the most wanted criminal in the country right now! I know things that they don't want me to reveal because that could fucking destroy their position of power! I'm a supervillain for fuck's sake and you're the goddamn leader of the superhero league! We're two entirely different worlds. You can't protect me forever. I will be killed one day whether we want it or not."
"Then fucking listen to me," Yoongi growled lowly. "You are not the supervillain for me and nobody's gonna touch you on my watch. I won't let them. They might want to kill you but they'll have to go through me, my friends and if required, the entire hero league." Yoongi stalked closer to him, looking up right into his eyes, anger and determination burning in them.
"I swore to keep you safe and I'd be damned if I forget that even for a second."
Namjoon wanted to shout back, something but he couldn't. It was as if his throat was held by something so powerful. Yoongi… when did he start saying things like this? Namjoon wanted to look away from him but… he had seen anger on Yoongi numerous times but he never had the urge to hide his face in his hands.
Yoongi probably hit his head somewhere in sleep because he saw Namjoon's face slowly turn pink and the lines of frowns on his face disappear. Namjoon averted his eyes away from him. "Oh-uh, thank you, I guess."
"What?"
"I mean, nobody has ever done that for me so… I know I'm kinda burdening for you but I'll—"
"You're not."
"Yoongi hy—"
"No, Namjoon. Stop thinking that you're a burden. You're not! I have the money and I have the means to spend on you, so let me. You can just sit back and try not to jump into some danger."
Namjoon was about to say something but shut his mouth. After a few seconds, he mumbled out something before grabbing a book and Yoongi almost didn't hear him. "Gosh, you make it sound like you're a sugar daddy or something."
Yoongi was left pink.
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Jongsook grunted as he entered his house, the stench of alcohol and smoke entering his nose. Honestly, after a long day at the shop, he wanted to barf his gut out at the state of his house. What even was the use of two lackeys if they couldn't keep his house clean?
"Yah, you fuckers," he barked. "Could've cleaned the house atleast! Fucking freeloaders," he mumbled the last part.
He expected to see those two assholes stumbling to the living room but to his surprise, the house was dead silent. The clock ticked away. Jongsook took off his shoes and headed towards the living room and cursed out loud when his foot made contact with some liquid.
They fucking spilled the drinks too.
He looked down, about to shout again but stopped.
It wasn't alcohol.
"Blood…" he whispered out.
"That's right, buddy." Jongsook's eyes snapped up and just then the light to the living room lit up. And… There were his two lackeys, bound to chairs, bloody and mangled and head leaning in an awkward direction. Between both the chairs was a man in a black hoodie– eyes covered by the hood and lips curled in a toothy smirk.
"You–" he breathed out. "Who are you?!"
A deep laugh echoed in the air. It took Jongsook a second to realize that the man was laughing. "Not sure if you should be asking that, Jang Jongsook." The smile suddenly dropped and it felt like the atmosphere suddenly got colder.
This has to be a fucking nightmare. This has to be one.
Perhaps it really was a nightmare because at the literal blink of an eye, the man was not there anymore. But then, he felt a warm breath fanning at his ear.
"My name," the deep voice whispered out near his ear; raspy yet smooth as if two shiny pebbles were rubbed together. Jongsook started to register an uncanny chill that started to take over his brain and spread through the rest of his body like a plague.
"I-I'll call the police!" Jongsook said, his voice shaking horribly. The man chuckled out loud.
"I'll save you that trouble." There was a ping and a burner phone was thrown at Jongsook's feet. The number of the police was clearly visible.
He could feel his heart going at an unhealthy pace, the thump of it lumping at his throat. "Why don't you go ahead and tell them my name?"
Just then, the call connected. "Hello?"
"W-What?"
"Agust D."
He blacked out.
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Namjoon was alone again that night, only with Holly and Moni to give him some company. Yoongi had gone out for patrol with his friends and Namjoon couldn't relax even for a second.
He wasn't used to this, sitting around alone at home. His job in the library was a breath of fresh air outside his supervillain alias and when some of his friends visited him, he had even more fun. Staying at home silently was never quite enjoyable when he wasn't writing, or reading, or working on his music. Now, with no art museums or beaches or parks to visit, none of his equipment in the house and not even his phone being there, he felt like he was going crazy. Then there was this constant paranoia of someone other than Yoongi coming to the house.
Namjoon would probably be more powerful than anyone who would try to attack him but with his flight or fight instincts messing up, he always froze at the slightest of threats. A good night of sleep was like a faraway dream now since every time his eyes closed for a good rest, nightmares woke him up.
Namjoon never admitted it out loud but Yoongi was probably one of the best people he'd met in his whole life. There were slip ups a few times when he was confused but Namjoon had seen the urge in him to do better. He insisted on giving Namjoon his bed while he slept on a thick mattress on the floor near his bed lest the younger needed something. If that wasn't enough, Yoongi cooked well too.
Sky daddy really hated his guts when he sent Namjoon a man who was a fucking gentleman, emotionally mature, protective, understanding, warm, oblivious and knew how to cook. Fucking infuriating. It was as if he was a man written by a woman.
At times, Namjoon could feel his face go warm around him. Yoongi was just so respectful. Namjoon switched off the T.V. and huffed loudly. "Stupid Yoongi."
Holly, who was chasing an annoyed Moni around, stopped and looked up at him, tilting his head adorably. Namjoon picked up Holly on his lap and cupped his face, looking directly at the dog's eyes. "Holly baby, your appa is stupid. Very stupid. He kept a supervillain and his sworn enemy at his house and swore to protect him. Thank God it was me and not someone else who could potentially choke him in his sleep." The poodle yipped and licked his nose.
"Yeah, yeah, he's a good man and I'm not a supervillain and shit but does it hurt him to not be a goddamn stupidly respectful man?! I mean, he can cook too! People like him… wait! Does your appa have a girlfriend? I think he does. People like these aren't usually single, you know. But I've never seen him talk to another girl."
Namjoon sighed, not noticing that Holly was looking past his shoulder now. Just then, Moni quickly zoomed past the couch and yapped. "What, Moni-ah?"
"Well, thanks for the compliments, I think even if I don't exactly like being called stupid."
Namjoon whipped around, eyes wide and mouth agape to see Yoongi– no, Suga at the window in his suit and mask. And he had the stupid smile he wore when he was bemused. Yoongi took off his mask and hesitantly waved at Namjoon who was still frozen in utter shock. "Um, Namjoon?"
Namjoon broke out of his trance and suddenly, a petulant pout of annoyance adorned his face and he stood up abruptly, putting Holly on the couch.
"You have a perfectly functional door and you still think it's funny to break in your own house? Ugh!" He groaned. "I've made some tea, go heat it up."
Namjoon stomped off to the bedroom, muttering something that sounded awfully something like, "stupid, dumb Yoongi."
Yoongi was left standing, the insults not even registering his mind. He looked down at Moni who was staring at him with eyebrows furrowed; he had noticed that Namjoon's dog was awfully judgy of everyone including his owner. Yoongi sat down with his legs criss-crossed in front of Moni. "I- He doesn't dislike me, does he?"
Moni stared at him, hard and then walked off as if Yoongi had personally insulted his 7 generations of family, leaving Yoongi with a dumb smile on his face.