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You know it's stupid to roaming the streets at this hour but it's certainly a thrill to be doing so.

You see, as a foreign exchange student, you've paid close attention to all the negative sides of Korea as your time there has yet to show you any. A friend of yours brought up the mafia, asking if you had heard of the recent attacks. You had shaken your head, asking her to elaborate.

"God, Y/N," your friend had gasped, "it's important to be watching these things. What if something happens to you?"

"Sorry," you sheepishly mumbled, looking back up at her to signal her to continue.

"There are mafias all over Korea. Small, big, whatever, they're all dangerous. There are two main ones over here that occasionally battle each other out. KO and —I can't believe I'm explaining this to you now—Bangtan," she explained, using wild hand gestures to get her story across.

"Someone from KO challenged the boss of Bangtan. We don't know the boss' name or what he looks like. Some say that he's got tattoos running up his neck and others say he's a ghost. Only rumours, I'm assuming. Just last night, Bangtan shot down at least four members of KO. We're all just waiting for the next attack but the police have said everyone should be inside, ok? Stay. Inside," she ordered, sending you a warning look.

You, of course, didn't listen.

Zipping your jacket up, you enter a dodgy looking side of town, an uncomfortable feeling sending goosebumps down your limbs. You stop and turn, puffing out your cheeks when you see nothing there.

You continue to walk forward despite everything in you telling you to go back.

A sharp right turn leads you into an alley, it's walls decorated with graffiti. Your mouth falls open in awe, eyes raking over each corner to admire the beauty of this work. Your head snaps to the entrance of the alley when you spot a figure running right towards you, faint lights following slowly behind 'it.'

As the figure gets closer, you realise that it's a guy, your hands starting to tremble. His mask makes it hard for you to make out the features on his face but his eyes stick out. Deep and electrifying, they pull you in, captivating you so much that a breathless gasp leaves your mouth.

The man reaches you, grabbing your shoulders to push you against the wall. You stammer for words, losing them completely when he pulls his mask down. The first thing you notice are the angry swirls of black ink rising up his neck.

"Wait," you start with your eyes widening in realisation, only to be shut up by his lips on yours.

The kiss is messy and emotionless, the both of you just standing still with your lips pressed against each other. He moves his lips slowly, occasionally looking back at the cops that are slowing approaching the entrance.

You find it completely out of character that you haven't tried to get him off you and turn him in.

You feel his hands slide down to your waist, gripping your skin as you clutch the front of his shirt. He smiles into the kiss, pushing you harder up against the cold brick. You let out a small grunt because of the impact, your breath hitching in your throat as he presses butterfly kisses down your neck.

"Anything down there?" You hear from good distance away, your mind too busy exaggerating how good this stranger's lips feel against your neck.

"No, just a couple of kids," is the reply that comes soon after. The man doesn't stop, his teeth nipping gently at your skin as his bites turn into long and wet kisses. You hiss, hands entangling themselves in his hair.

He chuckles darkly against the bruise he made against your skin, gliding his lips up to your ear where he gently nibbles at your earlobe. "Tell me your name," he growls, sticking his hand down your jacket sleeve to push it off and run his fingers down your skin.

"Y/N," you breathlessly pant out, gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt to stop yourself from sliding to the floor. As sudden as it was when he first started, he pulls away, offering you a two finger salute.

"Thanks for your help, princess. Although, I think your help may be required again in the future," he smirks, licking over his lips slowly.

You blush a crimson red, reaching out to grab his wrist before he disappears into the darkness. "Tell me who you are. Why were you running from the police? Was kissing me a distraction?"

He snickers, pulling his mask back up over his face. His hand reaches out to caress your jaw slowly, his entrancing eyes following the movement of his milky white hand.

"Come here, same time, tomorrow. I'll tell you then."

You groan as he goes to leave once more, voice echoing through the narrow alley. "Who are you?" You ask once more, a slight tremor in your voice.

"If I tell you, you won't come back."

*

You find yourself in the same alley, fingers shaking with anxiety. It's cold and you'd rather be curled up in bed but something about this suspicious stranger has you hooked. As if thinking summoned him, the man crosses into the alley, grabbing your wrist as he keeps walking.

"W-where are we going?" You ask, struggling to keep up with his fast pace.

"Somewhere where we won't be heard," he replies, turning a few corners before stopping at a door. "After you."

You offer him a small smile as you slip through the doorway, taking the first seat you see. While you should be scared, you feel some sort of contentment being around the nameless man.

"It'd be a shame to have to kill you, princess, so please don't go opening the little mouth of yours," he says, voice deeper than it was the night before as he sits across from you.

You nod.

"Ever heard of Bangtan?" He starts, looking at you curiously. You gulp nervously, shakily nodding as he smirks at you.

"I'm Min Yoongi, leader of Bangtan," he announces, awaiting your reaction.

You only gape at him, running your gaze over every inch of him. His tattoos are more noticeable in the light, all of them decorating his pale neck down to his arms. You admire lip ring hanging from the edge of his thin lips. It's new, you note, not remembering the metal brushing against your own lips when you were kissing him yesterday. His hair is a soft black, the strands brushed back behind his cap.

"You done?" He scoffs, a hint of amusement in his tone.

You clear your throat with a stiff nod. He raises his eyebrow at your calm demeanour.

"Are you scared of me?"

"No."

"Do you want to run?"

"No."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"N-yes."

From that night on, you've snuck out to meet the mafia boss in the dead of night. After meeting the rest of his mafia, you agreed that they were all nothing but a bunch of sweethearts that could kill if they needed too.

The danger you craved has been given to you and you don't want to let it go.

It's been a few months since you were first kissed by Yoongi that night and the guys treat you like one of their own, trusting you with all their secrets. It's an honor that you intend to keep for a long time.

Yoongi's been keeping a close eye on you, of course. After you left, he'd told all the guys to watch their eyes for you had already been claimed by him. Now, it's only a matter of acting upon his words.

"Y/N?" He calls, grinning when you turn on your heels to bounce over to him.

"Yes?"

He can't help it. He cups your face and pulls you in for a long kiss, pushing you up against the wall. Picking you up, he braces you against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"You're mine," he mumbles against your lips, biting onto the bottom one as a soft moan escapes your mouth.

"I know," you breathe out, connecting your lips once again.