The moment the doorbell rang, YN excitedly stood up, but before she could rush to open the door, Yoongi grabbed her wrist, making her pause.

"Walk, don't run," he warned in a deep voice.

She pouted. "But—"

"No buts," he cut her off, gently guiding her toward the door.

With Yoongi following closely behind, she opened the front door, and the next thing she knew, she was engulfed in the tightest group hug.

"YN!!" J-Hope's excited voice rang in her ears as he squeezed her tightly, joined by RM, Jin, V, Jimin, and Jungkook.

She giggled, hugging them all back. "I missed you guys!"

"We missed you too, choti!" RM said, ruffling her hair.

"You look happy," Jin observed with a knowing smirk. "Guess married life is treating you well?"

She glanced back at Yoongi, who stood with his arms crossed, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. "Very well," she replied, her smile widening.

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Are you guys just going to stand here, or are you coming in?"

The boys chuckled and stepped inside.

As they settled in the living room, YN was about to head to the kitchen. "I'll get you guys some water—"

Before she could take another step, Yoongi grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"No need," he said firmly. "You're not serving anyone today."

She pouted. "It's just water."

Jungkook laughed. "Hyung, she's not made of glass."

"She's sore," Yoongi shot back without hesitation.

Jin smirked. "Ohhh... sore, huh?"

She turned red at his words, smacking Yoongi's chest. "YOONGI!!"

The rest of them burst into laughter, while Yoongi just shrugged nonchalantly, tightening his grip around her.

Before she could complain, RM clapped his hands. "Alright, time for gifts."

Her eyes widened in excitement. "You guys brought me gifts?"

"Of course," Taehyung said, smirking. "We don't come empty-handed."

He then turned towards the guards standing outside. "Bring them in."

A few minutes later, two of the guards walked in carrying multiple bags and boxes, making YN's jaw drop.

"Okay, what is all this?" she asked, blinking in disbelief.

J-Hope grinned and gestured to the biggest teddy bear she had ever seen—it was taller than her, even taller then jimin.

"This one's from me," he said proudly. "Now you have something to cuddle when Yoongi's busy."

She gasped. "Oh my God, Hobi! This is huge!" She ran up to the teddy and hugged it tightly. "It's so soft! I love it!!"

J-Hope winked. "I knew you would."

Yoongi, on the other hand, just scoffed. "Like hell she needs that when she has me."

Taehyung was next, handing her a sleek black Gucci purse. "For my dear sister."

Her eyes sparkled. "Tae! This is so beautiful!! Thank you!"

Jungkook handed her a chocolate bouquet with a cheeky grin. "Because you have a sweet tooth."

She squealed. "Kookie, you're the best!"

Jin and RM came forward with a sari and golden earrings.

"We brought this from India," RM explained.

Her eyes widened in awe. "Wow, this is stunning!" She carefully ran her fingers over the delicate fabric. "And these earrings—oh my God, they're beautiful! Thank you so much, Jin-oppa, Namjoon-oppa!"

Jimin handed her a Dior makeup set with a proud smirk. "For my pretty sister."

She gasped. "Jimin!! This is luxury!"

As she opened each gift with excitement, hugging all of them, Yoongi's expression darkened.

His jaw clenched as he watched her light up at every single gift.

Why the hell does she look so happy receiving gifts from them?

She was supposed to smile like that only for him.

When she hugged RM and Jin a little longer, Yoongi finally lost his patience.

"Okay, that's enough," he muttered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back into his lap.

She looked at him, amused. "Someone's jealous."

"I'm not," he denied.

Jin smirked. "Oh, you totally are."

"No, I'm not," Yoongi insisted, holding her tightly. "I just don't see why my wife needs so many gifts when she already has me."

Jimin snorted. "Hyung, are you saying you're the best gift?"

"Yes," Yoongi replied without hesitation.

The room erupted in laughter.

YN giggled, cupping his face. "Aww, is my husband feeling left out?"

Yoongi just pouted. "Maybe."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You'll always be my favorite, you grumpy old man."

Yoongi finally smiled, wrapping his arms around her possessively. "That's right."

Jungkook groaned. "Ugh, they're being all mushy again."

Taehyung laughed. "We should get used to it."

As YN picked up the gifts, her face was glowing with happiness. "I'll go put these in my room," she said with a soft smile. The boys nodded, watching her retreat upstairs.

The moment she disappeared, the warmth in the room vanished. The once-lively expressions faded, replaced by sharp, calculating gazes. The atmosphere turned cold, tension thick in the air. Yoongi, who had been leaning back with YN beside him moments ago, straightened up, his eyes darkening.

He turned his gaze to Namjoon and Jin, his voice low but commanding. "Tell me everything. What happened in India?"

Namjoon exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's bad, hyung. Worse than we expected."

Jin, usually composed, had a grim look on his face. "The Indian mafia is growing stronger. And they're unpredictable. While we were there, we found out they've been expanding their reach, trying to get their hands into the international market."

Yoongi's jaw tightened. "And?"

Namjoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "They want a piece of our territory. More than that... they want an alliance."

Silence filled the room for a beat before Hoseok scoffed. "Alliance? That's a joke. They're not stupid. They know we don't share."

Jin nodded. "Exactly. That's why it doesn't make sense. They have power, but they're still trying to negotiate rather than start a war. Which means they're planning something. We met with their second-in-command, a man named Raghav Malik. He's not just a businessman; he's ruthless, Yoongi. The way he talks, the way he moves—it's like he's already planned out his next ten steps."

Jungkook cracked his knuckles. "So what do they want from us exactly?"

Namjoon sighed. "They want control over the South Asian trade routes. And if we don't agree, they hinted at... consequences."

Yoongi's eyes flashed dangerously. "Consequences?"

Jin clenched his fists. "They mentioned you by name, Yoongi. And... they know about YN."

The temperature in the room dropped. Everyone felt the shift in Yoongi's presence, his grip tightening around the armrest of the couch. The mere mention of YN being involved had his blood boiling.

"What did they say?" His voice was dangerously quiet, a stark contrast to the rage simmering beneath his cold exterior.

Namjoon hesitated for a second before answering. "Malik made a passing comment about how every powerful man has a weakness. And how family makes the strongest men crumble. He didn't say her name directly, but it was obvious who he was referring to."

The silence was deafening.

Taehyung's fingers twitched, itching to grab his gun. "So they're playing mind games now."

Yoongi let out a slow breath, controlling the storm brewing inside him. His voice was eerily calm. "We don't entertain threats. Especially not ones involving my wife."

Jimin, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "What's the plan, hyung?"

Yoongi's gaze was sharp as a blade. "First, we gather everything we can about Raghav Malik. I want to know his every move, his alliances, his enemies, his weaknesses." He looked at Hoseok. "I need intel. Find out who he trusts the most. Who he would kill for. Who he would die for."

Hoseok smirked. "Already on it."

Yoongi then turned to Jungkook and Taehyung. "Increase security around YN. She doesn't leave the house without one of you with her. I don't care if she protests. She stays safe."

Jungkook nodded. "Done."

"And what about the alliance?" Jin asked.

Yoongi's lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes were void of amusement. "We don't need alliances. We need control. If they think they can intimidate us, they're about to learn a lesson in fear."

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "Good. Because we have a meeting with Malik's men next week. They want to sit down and discuss terms."

Yoongi's smirk widened. "Then let's give them something to discuss."

The room remained silent, each of them processing what was about to unfold. A storm was brewing, and Yoongi was ready to unleash hell.

As the serious conversation continued, the sound of soft footsteps echoed from the staircase. The moment they turned to look, their expressions shifted completely.

Vian walked in, draped in the deep red sari that Namjoon had brought her from India. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, the sleeveless blouse highlighting her delicate shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and the small golden earrings Jin had gifted her glistened under the light. She looked breathtaking.

Unaware of the tension in the room just moments ago, she smiled at them. "What are you all talking about?"

Yoongi, who had been on the verge of making a deadly decision, instantly softened. His cold, ruthless aura vanished as his gaze locked onto her. A small smirk tugged at his lips, but his voice remained calm and gentle.

"Nothing important, sweetheart."

Vian raised an eyebrow at his response, sensing something was off, but before she could question it further, the boys erupted with admiration.

"Whoa." Jungkook was the first to react, blinking as if he had seen an angel descend. "You look... wow."

Jin grinned, proud of his choice. "I knew red would suit you! Look at you! My little sister is stunning."

Taehyung smirked. "No wonder hyung is speechless."

Jimin leaned in, giving her an approving nod. "You could make the whole room stop with this look, YN."

Hoseok clapped dramatically. "Damn, if we weren't brothers and friends, I'd have fallen for you myself."

Namjoon chuckled. "I knew the sari would look good on you, but this... this is beyond expectations."

Vian laughed, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. "You guys are too much." She turned to Yoongi, tilting her head. "What about you, my husband? No words?"

Yoongi, who had been silent the entire time, simply got up from his seat, walked over to her, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He leaned in close, his lips just beside her ear.

"You already know what I think, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice deep and low. "You look like you belong to me."

YN shivered slightly at his words but rolled her eyes playfully. "I do belong to you."

Yoongi smirked. "Exactly."

The others groaned.

"Hyung, can you not flirt when we're right here?" Jungkook complained.

Jimin sighed dramatically. "I need someone to love me like this."

Hoseok shook his head. "Let's just eat before Yoongi decides to murder us for stealing his wife's attention."

Everyone laughed, but beneath the lighthearted teasing, the unspoken truth remained—Yn had no idea how much danger lurked around her.

And Yoongi? He would make sure it never touched her.

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The atmosphere around the dining table was warm, filled with laughter and the comforting aroma of the food they had ordered. Plates were passed around, casual banter flowed, and for the first time in a while, it felt like old times—just them, together, with no worries.

YN, seated beside Yoongi, chewed thoughtfully before a sudden idea popped into her mind. She looked around the table, excitement flickering in her eyes.

"You know," she began, placing her fork down, "since we're all together after so long, I think we should go on a trip."

A brief silence followed before Jungkook immediately chimed in, "That's not a bad idea. It's been forever since we did something like that."

Hoseok nodded. "Yeah! We used to travel all the time, and now we're just stuck in work and life."

Taehyung smirked. "A trip would be fun. I'm in."

Jin and Namjoon exchanged glances before Jin shrugged. "I could use a break too."

Jimin leaned back in his chair. "I like the idea. But where exactly are we going?"

YN glanced at Yoongi, hesitating for a second before addressing him directly. "You okay with it?"

Yoongi, who had been quietly listening, met her gaze. His fingers drummed lightly against the table as he studied her. "If you want to go, sweetheart, we'll go." His voice was firm, but there was an unspoken but lingering in the air.

A smile touched YN's lips. "Really? You don't mind taking a break from the office and your... other stuff?"

Yoongi's lips curled into a small smirk. "I'll survive."

YN beamed. "Good! Because I want to go to India."

As soon as YN uttered the word India, the lively chatter around the dining table came to a halt. The atmosphere shifted instantly, and an unsettling silence took over. The sound of utensils clinking against plates faded, replaced by a tense stillness that even she could feel.

Her gaze flickered across the faces of the people she considered family—Jin, Namjoon, J-Hope, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Every single one of them wore an expression of shock, hesitation, or even concern.

She frowned, confused. What's wrong? She had merely suggested a trip.

Her voice broke the silence. "Why is everyone looking at me like that?" She chuckled lightly, trying to ease the mood. "I just said I want to go to India."

No one responded right away. Instead, they exchanged quick glances, silently communicating with each other, as if deciding who should speak first.

It was Taehyung who finally asked, his voice careful, "Why India, YN?"

She raised an eyebrow at their reactions. "I mean... Namjoon and Jin brought me such beautiful gifts from there, and it just got me thinking. It's been a while since I last visited. And besides—" she smiled, trying to make it sound lighthearted, "—Holi is coming up. Wouldn't it be fun to celebrate together? It's a festival of colors, joy, and—"

She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed the way everyone was looking at her. They weren't smiling. Instead, they were all staring at her with conflicted expressions.

A frown settled on her lips. Something was wrong.

Her eyes scanned their faces again before settling on Yoongi, who had been unusually quiet. He sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping lightly against the wooden surface, his gaze fixed on her but unreadable.

Her heart clenched slightly. She knew him. She knew when something was off.

"Okay," she said, folding her arms. "What's going on?"

No one answered.

Her brows furrowed deeper. "Why is everyone acting weird?" She turned her full attention to Yoongi now. "What's wrong, Yoongi?"

Still, silence.

That's when she noticed something—everyone was waiting for him to respond.

They were letting him make the decision.

And Yoongi... he was simply watching her, his dark eyes filled with contemplation.

The air in the room felt heavier by the second.

"Yoongi," she called again, softer this time. "Tell me."

He let out a slow breath before finally speaking. His deep voice, calm yet firm, filled the room.

"Yes."

Her eyes widened. "Yes?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "If you want to go to India, then we'll go."

Her lips parted in surprise. She had expected him to hesitate, to question her decision, or maybe even deny it, given everyone's reaction. But he didn't.

Instead, he agreed. Just like that.

However, while his words were reassuring, the tension in the room remained. The others still looked uncertain, and she could tell that there was something they weren't telling her.

But she didn't push it.

Because Yoongi had spoken.

And no matter what, his word was final.

Her face broke into a bright smile. "Really?"

Yoongi simply nodded. "Really."

That was all she needed.

Even though the tension wasn't entirely gone, her excitement took over. She clapped her hands together, beaming. "Great! Then we should start planning! We need flights, hotels, outfits for Holi—"

As she rambled on, the others exchanged glances again. Though Yoongi had agreed, the unease among them remained.

But for now, they didn't say anything.

For now, they let YN be happy.

And as Yoongi watched her, a faint, knowing smirk played on his lips.

Because while he would never say no to her...

He knew that this trip wouldn't be as simple as she thought.

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As the last of the plates were cleared and the dinner came to an end, Yoongi placed his chopsticks down and turned toward YN. His expression was softer than before, a stark contrast to the tension that still hung in the air.

"You should go to our room," he said, his deep voice laced with something unreadable.

YN frowned slightly. "Why? What about you?"

"The boys and I need to discuss something," he replied casually, though there was a weight in his tone. "It's nothing important, just work."

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, sensing that something was off. She glanced at the others—none of them met her gaze.

Still, she chose not to press further.

She sighed. "Fine."

Before she could stand, Yoongi reached out, gently pulling her closer. His hand cradled the side of her face as he leaned in, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. It was slow, deep, as if he was silently conveying something only the two of them could understand.

"Go," he murmured against her lips.

A small smile tugged at her mouth before she nodded. "Okay."

She got up, her presence leaving a warmth behind. As she disappeared up the stairs, the warmth faded, replaced by an immediate shift in the atmosphere.

A thick silence settled over the dining room.

The tension that had been held back in her presence now weighed heavily on everyone.

And then, finally, Namjoon spoke.

"Why did you say yes?"

Yoongi didn't answer right away.

His fingers tapped lightly against the table, his gaze unreadable as he stared at the empty plate in front of him.

"Hyung," Namjoon tried again, his voice firmer. "You know India isn't safe right now. Not for us."

Yoongi exhaled slowly. "I know."

"Then why?" Jin asked, frustration evident in his tone.

Yoongi remained silent for a few more moments, and then, finally, he looked up.

His voice was calm but unwavering. "Because I don't want to make her upset."

Jungkook let out a scoff. "Hyung, you can't just say yes to everything she asks for!"

"She's my wife," Yoongi stated simply.

"That's exactly why you should have said no!" Jimin interjected, his brows furrowing. "Yoongi-hyung, we all know YN doesn't know everything that happens behind the scenes. She doesn't understand the risks. This isn't just a vacation, it's—"

"It doesn't matter," Yoongi cut him off sharply.

The room fell silent again.

His dark eyes flickered to each of them, his authority pressing against the air like an invisible force.

Then, in a firm yet controlled tone, he said, "She is my wife. I can do anything for her. And I will. It is my duty to protect her, and I will fulfill that duty no matter what."

His voice carried a finality that made everyone pause.

"But hyung—" Taehyung started hesitantly.

Yoongi leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His gaze was sharp, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down their spines.

"We will go to India," he said, his voice low but commanding. "We will do whatever she wants. But that doesn't mean I will neglect my responsibilities." His jaw clenched slightly before he added, "I will take care of both my duties— as her husband and as the leader of this family."

There was no hesitation in his tone. No room for argument.

The others exchanged glances, still uneasy, but they knew better than to challenge him when he had made up his mind.

Jin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Then we need a plan."

Yoongi nodded. "We do."

Namjoon sighed, leaning back in his chair. "First, we need to make sure we have secure accommodations. We can't just book a regular hotel."

"I can contact our associates in Mumbai," Jin suggested. "They'll be able to arrange something safe."

"That's a start," Yoongi said. "But I want an entire security detail on standby. We don't move without protection."

Jungkook nodded. "We should also monitor the situation over there before we leave. Make sure nothing suspicious is happening."

Yoongi leaned back, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. "We need to ensure YN doesn't suspect anything. If she senses danger, she might change her mind."

"Or worse," Jimin muttered, "she might try to push further, asking questions."

Yoongi smirked slightly. "She's stubborn. But she trusts me. As long as we don't make it obvious, she won't question it."

Taehyung crossed his arms. "And if something goes wrong?"

Yoongi's expression darkened. His voice was cold, merciless.

"Then I'll handle it."

A heavy silence followed.

It wasn't just a statement. It was a promise. A warning.

Everyone knew exactly what he meant.

After a few moments, Namjoon sighed again. "Fine. We start preparations tomorrow."

Yoongi nodded. "Good."

As the discussion continued, each of them took on responsibilities—securing contacts, monitoring activity, planning escape routes if necessary.

Because while YN believed this was just a simple trip...

For them, it was a battlefield waiting to unfold.

And Yoongi, above all, would make sure nothing touched her.

Not while he was still breathing.

Got it! Here's a beautifully extended version of the scene with emotions, romance, and depth.

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After their discussion ended, the boys went to their rooms, which were located on a separate floor, just as Yoongi had arranged when they moved into this house. His own room, the master bedroom, was on the topmost floor, offering privacy and a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

As he entered his room, he expected to see YN waiting for him, maybe sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone or lost in thought.

But the room was empty.

His brows furrowed slightly. He glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, but there was no sound of running water.

Still, he decided to freshen up first.

He stepped inside the bathroom, turned on the warm water, and let it wash away the tension in his muscles. After a long discussion downstairs, he needed this. The weight of his responsibilities never left him, but tonight, it was heavier than usual.

Once he was done, he changed into his usual nightwear—black sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling as he stepped out.

But the room was still empty.

A flicker of concern crossed his face before he noticed the slight movement of the curtains near the balcony door. He walked toward it, pushing the door open, and there she was.

Standing at the edge of the balcony, YN leaned against the railing, her arms folded, lost in thought. The deep red sari she was still wearing shimmered under the faint glow of the moon. Her long hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the night breeze.

For a moment, Yoongi just stood there, watching her.

The sight of her—draped in that striking red sari, looking effortlessly beautiful yet vulnerable in the moonlight—did something to him.

He walked up behind her and without a word, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

She didn't flinch or turn around. Instead, she melted into his embrace, resting her hands over his.

"Why are you out here?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the side of her head.

She sighed softly. "I was waiting for you."

His grip around her waist tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment of her words. He only hummed in response, his chin resting on her shoulder as they stood there in silence, listening to the quiet hum of the city below.

After a few moments, she spoke again.

"What happened?"

Yoongi tensed slightly. "What do you mean?"

She turned around in his arms, her hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. Her warm fingers traced his jawline, her touch feather-light yet firm.

Her eyes searched his. "Yoongi, maybe I don't understand your... mafia thing that much, but I know when something is serious." Her voice was soft yet knowing. "If it's too serious, we don't need to go on this trip. We can go another time."

Yoongi stared at her, his dark eyes locked onto hers.

For a second, he considered telling her the truth. That things were dangerous, that going to India wasn't as simple as she thought, that his mind was filled with a dozen strategies to keep her safe.

But then he saw the concern in her eyes.

And he realized... he didn't want to take away her happiness.

So, instead, he smiled—just a little—and shook his head. "It's fine, sweetheart. Nothing serious. Just a small problem. We'll solve it. And we'll go on this trip, just like you wanted."

She studied him, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth. "Are you sure?"

Yoongi leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I promise."

She sighed, still not entirely convinced, but trusting him anyway.

"Okay," she murmured.

A small smirk played on his lips as he tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss against the tip of her nose. "Now, are you planning to sleep in this sari?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was waiting for you, remember?"

His smirk deepened. "That doesn't answer my question."

She playfully hit his chest, making him chuckle. But before she could step away, he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

His voice turned husky. "You look beautiful in it, though."

A slight blush crept onto her cheeks. "I know."

Yoongi raised a brow, amused. "Oh? That confident?"

She bit her lip teasingly. "Well, my husband just said it. And he doesn't lie, does he?"

His smirk faded into something softer. "No, he doesn't."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. It was just the two of them, the gentle night breeze, the moonlight casting shadows on their faces.

Then Yoongi leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't demanding.

It was deep, filled with silent promises and emotions he didn't always know how to say out loud.

She kissed him back just as slowly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

When they finally pulled away, she sighed. "I should change."

Yoongi hummed, his fingers brushing over her exposed shoulder. "You should."

She gave him a knowing look. "You're not letting go, are you?"

He smirked. "Not yet."

With that, he pulled her into another hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

Because at the end of the day, no matter what dangers lay ahead, no matter what risks he had to take—this moment, with her in his arms, was the only thing that truly mattered.

And he'd protect it at all costs.

Gifts from boys

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I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Don't forget to like, comment, and share your thoughts—I'd love to hear your feedback. Also, let me know if you're excited to see what happens in India!

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