"You have some death threats." Namjoon reported, a cheery topic to begin with. He tossed down a bunch of papers in a bundle and leaned on the counter, watching Yoongi unpack curiously. Usually he wouldn't stick around too long but ... black bean noodles were the best and he'd do anything for them. He did love himself some noodles, hence why he hauled ass through the house to get here. "The usual, I wouldn't concern yourself with them."

Anyone who was a high enough gangster, they got death threats. That was kind of how you knew you'd made it, really.

"Also I balanced the books and we've increased profits." So if Yoongi still planned on his very stupid idea... now was the time to act on it. "It's the best we've ever been, boss."