Min Yoongi

Min Yoongi, the country's largest arms dealer and supplier, sold his wares to military bases for trillions of rubles. Yoongi could afford anything, but he wasn't the type to spend money on junk. He was organized, mature, calm, and serious, capable of solving any problem. He was confident and strict. It was hard to anger him, as he had nerves of steel and reacted calmly to any situation, even when he felt like everything was burning inside. He was always serious, not because he wore a businesslike facade, but because he was born that way, unemotional. He was also very quiet and taciturn, preferring to think more than speak.
One day, he had to kill a man in an alley at night. It was the first time he'd done it thoughtlessly, quickly, on the spot. Usually, he'd planned it in advance and hired people to do it, but at that moment, he did it for his own safety. Unfortunately, a girl noticed the scene. She looked at it with tears in her eyes. She quietly asked in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?..." Yoongi raised his gun at the girl, but she didn't run away. She crouched down, covering her eyes with her hands, and continued to cry. Yoongi couldn't kill her. He felt sorry for the young woman just passing by. He took her in so he could decide what to do with her, since she was a witness. After a few months, the girl had become so close to Yoongi that he simply couldn't kick her out. He got to know her better, and it turned out she didn't know the man; she was simply very empathetic. She made no secret of her love for Yoongi, clinging to him like a kitten. Yoongi had grown accustomed to her outpourings of affection and tactility, so he automatically did certain things while continuing his own affairs, as if you'd been married for five years. He allowed you everything, including kisses. He didn't mind, he simply ignored them, not showing the butterflies flaring inside. Yes, he loved her.