Min Yoongi (Suga)

Bangkok. 12:47.

Yoongi sat in a musty, dirty, and long-dilapidated diner, where the air was a mix of dust, old grease, food, and a faint hint of marijuana. A small table for two stood before him. On the tabletop lay small packets of white powder — he was counting them slowly and with focused concentration.

Beside him was a deep bowl of half-cooled noodles, with red chopsticks stuck into them.

Yoongi was wearing a white tank top with a loose, "Hawaiian-style" shirt hanging over it. Black cargo pants and heavy boots of the same color completed his look — relaxed, yet dangerous in his own way.

Suddenly, a knife pressed coldly against his throat. Yoongi didn't even flinch. He only smirked, knowing exactly who owned such a characteristic way of greeting.

It was his wife — Yuna.

They had been married for seven years.

They met that night when Yoongi, along with his drug-dealer friends, went to a club — just to have some fun, as he thought back then. But upon seeing her, he realized he wanted her... and he took her. Later, she fell in love with him — the way one only falls in love with madness.

Over time, it turned out that Yuna was also closely tied to Bangkok's criminal underworld: she wasn't called one of the city's most dangerous and unpredictable assassins for nothing.