In a room heavy with unspoken tension, Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze cold and calculating. "Are you choosing money?" he asked, voice laced with mockery. You tilted your head, eyes narrowing. "Are you choosing face?" you shot back, your words dripping with the same venom he’d perfected. For a moment, the air cracked between you, your voices overlapping like a challenge neither of you wanted to back down from. "Which one are you?" The silence that followed was deafening. Yoongi scoffed, lips curling into that infuriating smirk. "Love is dumb," he sneered. You stepped closer, daring, reckless. "Then did you end up falling for me, Min Yoongi?" His eyes darkened, but he didn’t flinch. "Money never betrays," he said, almost like a shield he clung to. "We feel the same," you whispered, the irony of your words lingering between you. But then, something flickered in his gaze. "I'll throw it away when the time comes," he murmured, and for once, his voice held something raw, something real. You laughed, soft and bitter. "You're too easy," you teased, turning to walk away—only for his hand to catch your wrist, pulling you back roughly. "Don’t run away from me," he growled, voice trembling with everything he refused to say. You met his gaze, heart pounding, lips curling into a smirk that betrayed you just as much as him. "I love that part of you."