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Yoongi’s day is not off to a great start. He woke up with a headache, and as always when that happens, every little thing seems to bother him much more than usual. He just left his bed and he already wants to get back in, burrow under the covers and ignore all his responsibilities, but unfortunately he does not have that luxury. Too many people and things rely on him in order to run smoothly for him to be able to do that. Unless he is literally dying, he has to get up and deal with the day.
He takes some painkillers and showers quickly, then gets dressed in his usual three-piece pinstripe suit and styles his long hair with some gel, slicked back so that it stays out of his face. With an appraising look in the mirror, noting as always the scar over his eye that stands in stark contrast to his otherwise pale skin, he deems himself presentable and heads out of his bedroom.
He goes to the kitchen and makes himself a strong cup of coffee of the finest brew, then enters the living room with the steaming cup in hand. While most of his days are rather busy and hectic - there’s always something that needs to be done, tedious paperwork or some issue that needs to be dealt with - he likes to have this one little moment at the start of each day to himself. To enjoy his first coffee of the day in peace and quiet, really savour it, no one and nothing to bother him.
What he sees and hears when he enters the living room, however, does nothing to contribute to his morning being peaceful. Certainly not quiet, either.
“Yah, Kim Namjoon. Get out of my house,” he barks at the man on his couch. Well, at one of them, at least.. It’s mostly a tangle of limbs and Yoongi can’t quite make out - nor does he want to - where one person ends and another begins out of the three of them. The scene is illuminated by the soft glow from the large aquarium running along almost the entire wall on the side of the room where the large sofa is located.
Namjoon barely looks up at his voice. “Hyung, I live here too,” he whines out. The pout can be heard clearly when he talks.The other two men, whom Yoongi has elected to ignore for now, do not look up from where they’re cuddled close to Namjoon on either side, and do not stop their wandering hands either. Yoongi didn’t expect them to.
“I don’t care, stop fucking on my couch. It’s too early for this.” He pinches his brow, where his headache seems to be getting worse, not better, despite the painkillers. Pinching himself doesn’t really alleviate any pain either, but hopefully it helps make his point come across, if his words and tired and long-suffering expression were not enough.
“We’re not..” Namjoon tries to protest, but the excuse doesn’t hold up well when in the next breath he lets out a groan. Probably Taehyung’s hand, somewhere underneath Namjoon’s clothes (in his pants?), had something to do with it. Yoongi doesn’t want to know.
“No? Looks like it to me.”
Jimin turns to grin up at him, before diving back down to lick and suck at Namjoon’s neck. At least Yoongi hopes he’s only sucking on the skin and not actually drinking. He does not want blood stains on his expensive couch, thank you very much.
He would blame the two vampires, but honestly Namjoon was just as insufferable at times. He was a very valuable member of their team though, and they had known each other the longest out of everyone that Yoongi surrounded himself with. Namjoon was probably the smartest person Yoongi had ever met, and his mind for strategy and negotiation, not to mention his talent for smooth-talking, was incredibly useful.
Yoongi sighs. Once those three got started, it was difficult to get through to them until some needs had been satisfied first.
“In front of the fish too..” Yoongi shakes his head, disapproving. “You could at least fuck in your own room, have some respect.”
“Sorry hyung,” Taehyung says. He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
Yoongi sighs again and crosses the room to the balcony. Some fresh air might do his headache good.
He steps out on the balcony and lets the fresh - well, as fresh as it can get in downtown Seoul - and slightly damp air envelop him. It’s a bit misty today, and difficult to make out the city’s skyline where he stands in his penthouse on top of the world. He focuses his senses, draws a deep breath in and holds it before exhaling. Remembering the coffee still in his hands, he brings the cup up to his lips and takes a sip.
*
A little while later and he has finished with his coffee, the combination of fresh air and caffeine has calmed him down a bit and improved his mood significantly, when he hears someone else enter the room behind him. Judging by the disapproving noise the person makes as they no doubt spot the trio still fooling around on the couch - Yoongi had really hoped they would have left by now - it’s Hoseok, who has come looking for him.
Yoongi turns to see Hoseok exiting the door and hurrying over to him. He turns back to gaze over the city and acknowledges Hoseok with a quiet hum as he comes to stand beside him.
As his right-hand-man, Hoseok was one of the people Yoongi trusted most in this world. (The other, of course, being Namjoon, though he was on thin fucking ice right now). The fae was diligent and organised - a great counter for Namjoon’s somewhat scattered mind - and always kept all of them on track with what was most important.
Faefolk were not generally well-known for being trustworthy, but Yoongi did not hold much regard for such stereotypes and bad-mouthing of various species. Though he himself was only human, he had grown up around all manners of magical creatures, and knew that while they all had their quirks, most of them were not so different from humans - or each other - deep down. Besides, humans were also capable of causing just as much pain and chaos in the world as any other species. Sometimes more, in fact. Betrayal, revenge, plain assholery.. Point being, Yoongi trusted Hoseok with his life, and Hobi had never let him down. He was great at keeping things organised and keeping on top of things, and frankly, Yoongi had no idea how he would have been able to run this entire organisation and its various business endeavours without his most diligent friend right by his side. Hoseok was also incredibly useful as an important link to the magical world and all that inhabited it. Obviously Yoongi had other magical beings in his employ, but having one right by his side at all times as his right-hand-man sent a certain message to others.
“You alright, hyung?” Hoseok bumps his shoulder lightly in a familiar gesture.
Yoongi clears his throat before answering. “Yeah. Just a headache. It’ll pass.”
“Can’t imagine seeing those three in there sucking each other’s faces off first thing in the morning helped with your mood either.”
Ah, finally someone who is sympathetic towards Yoongi’s struggle. He knew he could always count on Hoseok to understand. They were both long suffering because of Namjoon and the vampires and their insatiability.
Yoongi sighs. He has done a lot of that already today and it is barely 9 am. He can sense that it will be a long day.
“Where’s Jungkook?” he asks.
“Sleeping. Got back late from a job last night.” Hoseok sounds bright and chipper, no hint of anything having gone wrong in his voice, and yet Yoongi has to ask.
“Went alright?”
Even though the werewolf could definitely take care of himself, Yoongi could not help but to worry sometimes. Jungkook was the youngest out of everyone in the inner circle, and though he certainly didn’t lack skill or experience, he could be a little over-eager at times. It had gotten him in trouble more than once. Usually nothing too big, nothing he couldn’t get out of easily enough, but the protectiveness Yoongi felt over him still remained.
“You know our Jungkookie, he can handle almost anything. It all went without a hitch.” Hoseok says with a small smile.
“Good.” With that out of the way, Yoongi feels satisfied.
He is just about to ask Hoseok to go over today’s agenda with him when Hoseok’s phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket, frowning at the caller-ID and picks up. Yoongi studies him as Hoseok listens to whoever is at the other end of the line.
“That was Kang,” he says as soon as he hangs up.
“Kang? What the fuck does he want?” Yoongi interrupts before Hoseok can say anything further.
“To apologise, apparently. Says he brought a gift as a sign of his goodwill. They’re down by the gate now.”
“Ah, fuck.” Yoongi could not believe this. First his morning was interrupted by sex-crazed demons and an annoying-as-fuck headache, and now this. So much for some peace and quiet. “I need a fucking cigarette, it’s too early for this shit.”
He does not take out a smoke however, electing instead to have one later once they get out of the penthouse and on the street, but enters the living room again. Hoseok follows after him and closes the balcony door behind them.
His gaze falls towards the couch, and of course all three of them are still there. Spares him the pain of going looking for them, and undoubtedly walking in on something much worse, though. He must appreciate the little things in life.
“Jimin, Taehyung, get up. We have work to do.”
They both look over at him, and when they see his face, get up at once. They may not care much for his opinions on their behaviour in their personal lives, but when it comes to work they always obey him instantly. Being his muscle in the inner circle, along with Jungkook, it’s paramount that they do, as well.
They right their clothes that have gone askew from lying on the sofa with Namjoon for god-knows how long, making sure they look presentable, and put their most menacing expressions on. The glint of their extended fangs sure helps too. You can’t be too careful when you don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with.
Namjoon, not being needed right now, slinks off to somewhere, and the four of them head out to see what the hell Kang, the asshole, really wants.