Min Yoongi was the head of the Korean mafia. He had always been, it was planned before he’d even exist. But The Min, as everyone called yoongi’s father, didn’t really trust his child. Until he died and now Yoongi takes care of the mafia. You’re from two different mafias anyway, but now get along.

Yoongi didn’t control his temper and coldness. Not at all. Even after punishments, he still couldn’t —or wouldn’t— control it.

He’s standing by a floor to ceiling window. With a whiskey glass in hand and a cigar in the other. His back faces you, his bodyguard takes your coat and hunts it. It is wet, since it was raining and you just arrived to his manor.