The night was colder than usual, and Y/N felt the cold through her thick coat as she walked down the quiet alley. Her breath came out in small clouds, and she had to take this new path because her usual one was closed for construction. The streets were empty, and the flickering streetlights made shadows that looked strange on the walls.

As Y/N reached the end of the alley, she heard a low groan. She stopped and looked closer, spotting a man slumped against the wall. His black suit was ripped, and blood was soaking through his clothes, pooling on the ground. Without thinking twice, Y/N rushed toward him, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you okay?" she asked, kneeling beside him. The man's eyes fluttered open for a moment before shutting again. His breathing was shallow, and the severity of his condition was undeniable.

She didn't know who he was, but he was handsome, but there was no time to think such thinks. Quickly pulling out her phone, Y/N called for an ambulance, hoping it wasn't too late.

In the dim light, she could see his features—messy black hair matted with blood, pale skin that seemed to have lost its warmth. But something about him, something in his aura, felt powerful, almost dangerous.

Hours later, Y/N sat in the hospital waiting room, fidgeting with her fingers. She had no idea why she stayed the strange connection she felt when she looked into his eyes. Either way, she felt a pull she couldn't ignore.

Just as she was about to leave, a nurse approached. "Miss, the patient you brought in has woken up and is asking for you."

Y/N blinked in surprise but followed the nurse down the hall to his room. When she stepped inside, her breath hitched. The man's eyes, now sharp and alert, were trained on her. He looked... different. Stronger. More intimidating.

"Thank you," he said, his voice deep, sending shivers down her spine. "You saved my life."

"It—it was nothing. Anyone would've done it," she replied, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Not just anyone would've found me. You came at the right time. I owe you."

She felt a strange sense of unease creep over her. Something about the way he spoke made her feel like she had walked into something bigger than she realized.

Days passed, and Y/N thought she'd never see the mysterious man again. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Walking to her favorite café one afternoon, she saw him. Standing across the street, leaning casually against a sleek black car, was the same man she had saved. His dark eyes locked onto hers as soon as she stepped out of the building.

"I never got your name," he said when he approached her, his hands casually shoved into his pockets.

"Y/N," she answered, a mix of curiosity and wariness creeping into her tone. "What's yours?"

"Min Yoongi."

Something in his voice made her stomach twist. There was something familiar about his name, but she couldn't place it. She brushed it off as paranoia.

"I wanted to thank you, properly this time," Yoongi said, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "You didn't know it then, but saving me... you've become part of something much bigger."

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I'm not just any man, Y/N. I lead the most powerful mafia in this city."

Y/N's steps echoed in the empty alley, her mind still replaying the events of the past few days. She had saved a man's life, but not just any man—Min Yoongi, the leader of the city's most feared mafia. It felt surreal. She had tried to carry on with her normal life, but something kept pulling her back to that night. She hadn't expected to see him again. And yet, here she was.

Sitting at a cozy café with a warm latte, Y/N absentmindedly doodled in her notebook when a shadow loomed over her. Startled, she looked up and nearly spilled her drink.

"You!" she exclaimed, pointing at him with wide eyes.

Yoongi smirked, looking effortlessly cool in his black leather jacket. "Me," he confirmed, sliding into the seat opposite her.

Y/N blinked. "What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" she asked, only half-joking.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly. I said I owed you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I thought maybe you'd send a fruit basket or something. Not show up at my favorite café," she muttered, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.

"Fruit basket?" Yoongi leaned back, a rare grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don't think a fruit basket quite covers saving my life."

"Well, what then? Are you going to teach me some secret mafia handshake or something?"

Yoongi chuckled under his breath, the sound low and almost dangerous. "No. I was thinking more along the lines of keeping you close."

Y/N blinked, then burst into laughter, earning confused looks from the other patrons. "Close? Like, what? Am I your new sidekick now? Do I get a cool name? Ooh! How about Shadow Girl?"

Yoongi's face remained unreadable, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're... different," he said, clearly surprised by her playful tone. "Most people would be scared out of their minds right now."

Y/N waved him off, still grinning. "Please, I've seen scarier things in my group chat. Like memes at 3 a.m. And trust me, those haunt me more than you ever could."

Yoongi tilted his head, intrigued. "You're really not afraid of me, are you?"

"Well, you haven't exactly given me a reason to be," she said, tapping her chin in mock thought. "I mean, yeah, you look all brooding and mysterious, but I don't think you're going to suddenly pull out a secret weapon in a café and take me hostage or anything."

His eyes glinted dangerously. "Don't be so sure."

Y/N's eyes widened in mock horror. "Is this where you confess you're secretly a ninja? Because that would be the best plot twist ever."

Yoongi shook his head, clearly fighting a smile. "No ninjas."

She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him. "Okay, so if you're not going to teach me any mafia secrets or show me cool ninja moves, then why are you here?"

He leaned closer too, his voice dropping. "I'm here to make sure you're safe."

Y/N blinked again, leaning back in her chair. "Safe? From what? Stray cats? Oh, or maybe those random people who walk too close in grocery store aisles?"

Yoongi's lips twitched. "There are... people who might come after you because of me. Being around me makes you a target."

Y/N paused, staring at him. "Wait. So you're saying that because I saved you, I'm now in danger?"

"Yes."

She let out an exaggerated sigh and slapped her hand against her forehead. "Great. I save a mafia leader, and now I'm part of some secret crime drama. My life just got way more complicated."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he studied her reaction. Most people would be shaking in their boots at this revelation, but Y/N? She was making jokes. And it was oddly refreshing.

"Do you regret saving me?" he asked, voice quiet.

Y/N looked at him, her playful demeanor softening. "No, of course not," she said sincerely. "I don't regret it. You were hurt, and I did what anyone would do. Besides..." She grinned. "If I hadn't saved you, I wouldn't be sitting here, joking about ninjas and crime dramas with a mafia boss."

Yoongi's mouth finally broke into a full smile, a sight so rare it almost caught her off guard. "You're really something else."

"And don't you forget it," Y/N said with a wink.

There was a brief silence before Yoongi spoke again, his tone more serious this time. "But in all seriousness, Y/N, I mean what I said. There are people who won't hesitate to use you to get to me. You've stepped into a world that isn't forgiving. You're going to need protection."

Y/N shrugged, taking a sip of her latte. "Eh, protection is overrated. I'm pretty sure I could fend off any bad guys with sheer awkwardness alone."

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, a deep, genuine sound that made her heart skip a beat. "I don't doubt that," he said, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "But still, I'd feel better knowing you're safe."

She gave him a thoughtful look. "So, what's your plan then? Are you going to follow me around everywhere? Like a bodyguard?"

"Something like that."

Y/N gasped dramatically. "Oh my God, I'm getting my very own bodyguard! Do I get a walkie-talkie? Please tell me I get a walkie-talkie."

Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head. "No walkie-talkies."

"Bummer," she said, pouting. Then her face lit up again. "Okay, but what if I start calling you 'Boss' from now on? Or 'Captain'? No, wait! How about 'Boss Captain'?"

Yoongi looked at her with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "I think Yoongi is fine."

She squinted at him, clearly not convinced. "Hmm. Fine. But don't be surprised if 'Boss Captain' slips out now and then."

From that moment on, Y/N's life spiraled into a world she never imagined. Yoongi kept his word—he owed her. And in the mafia world, debts were paid in full. She became his secret, his shadow. Wherever she went, Yoongi's presence lingered, protecting her from dangers she didn't even know existed.

She saw sides of him no one else did—the ruthless leader who commanded fear and respect, but also the man who looked at her with something close to tenderness. He was dangerous, but in his own way, he was also her protector.

One night, while sitting together in the dimly lit room of his penthouse, Y/N finally asked the question that had been haunting her since the day she learned the truth.

"Why did you bring me into this world? You could have just let me go."

Yoongi's eyes softened, a rare sight. "Because you saved me when no one else would. You didn't know who I was, but you still helped me. I won't forget that. And... I don't want to lose you."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She knew she was in too deep now. This world, his world, was dangerous. But something about Yoongi, the way he looked at her, made her feel safer than she'd ever felt before.

"You don't have to protect me," Y/N whispered, her eyes locking with his.

Yoongi's lips curved into a small smile. "But I will."

Despite the high stakes, Y/N's light-hearted banter and silly antics became a source of amusement for Yoongi, something he hadn't realized he needed.

One evening, Yoongi and Y/N sat on the rooftop of his luxurious penthouse, overlooking the city lights. The cool breeze ruffled Y/N's hair as she leaned back on her hands, staring up at the stars. Yoongi sat next to her, quiet as usual, his gaze fixed on the skyline.

"You know," Y/N started, breaking the silence, "if someone told me a month ago that I'd be hanging out with a mafia boss on a rooftop, I'd have laughed in their face."

Yoongi smirked, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "And yet here you are."

"Yeah. Here I am," she mused, kicking her feet lightly. "I have to admit, it's been a little... thrilling."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Thrilling?"

"Yeah! I mean, avoiding danger, mysterious meetings, you protecting me from the shadows. It's like I'm living in an action movie, except I don't get to wear the cool spy outfit." She sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Where's my secret agent gear, Boss Captain?"

Yoongi let out a soft laugh. "You and that nickname."

"Hey, it's growing on you," Y/N teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow. "I can tell."

His smile faded slightly as he looked at her. There was something unspoken in his eyes, something that made Y/N's teasing smile falter.

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

Yoongi looked away, his expression more serious now. "It's dangerous, Y/N. You know that, right? Being around me... it could cost you everything."

Y/N's playful demeanor softened. She sat up straighter, turning to face him fully. "Yoongi, I know this world isn't a fairytale. I know what's at stake. But I'm still here. I chose to stay."

Yoongi's eyes flickered with something unreadable—perhaps gratitude, perhaps guilt. "You don't belong in this world."

"I know," she said softly. "But I belong with the people I care about. And right now, that includes you."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt heavy, filled with words left unsaid. Y/N looked down at her hands, her voice quieter than usual. "You know, I've never been afraid of you. Not once. Not even when you told me who you really were."

"Why not?" Yoongi asked, genuinely curious.

She looked up, her gaze meeting his. "Because I saw something in you that day. When I saved you. I don't know what it was, but I knew... you weren't just a ruthless mafia leader. You're more than that."

Yoongi's expression softened, and for the first time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable. "You're not afraid now... but there are people who will come for you. Because of me."

Y/N grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, please. If they do, I'll just hit them with my 'awkward girl' charm. They'll run away screaming."

Yoongi chuckled, though the worry remained in his eyes. He reached out, taking her hand gently. "I'm serious, Y/N. If it gets too dangerous, I want you to leave. Don't look back."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his touch, but she squeezed his hand in return, her voice steady. "Not a chance, Boss Captain."

The silence stretched between them, comfortable this time. For once, Yoongi didn't feel the weight of his world pressing down on him. Y/N's presence, her silliness, her light—it had become something he looked forward to. Something he needed.

Late one night, Yoongi's penthouse was ambushed. His enemies, those who had been watching and waiting for the perfect moment, had finally made their move. The sounds of gunfire echoed through the building, and Yoongi's men scrambled to defend their leader.

Yoongi pulled Y/N into a side room, his expression more serious than she had ever seen. "Stay here. Don't move."

"Wait, what's going on?" Y/N asked, her heart racing.

"They found us," Yoongi said, his voice tight. "I have to deal with this."

Y/N grabbed his arm, her eyes wide with fear. "Yoongi, please. Don't go out there alone."

He paused, looking at her with an intensity that made her chest tighten. "I'll be fine. But you—stay here. I can't lose you."

Y/N's throat tightened, but she nodded, knowing there was no time to argue. Yoongi gave her one last look before slipping out of the room, disappearing into the chaos.

She could hear the fight outside—the shouts, the gunshots, the heavy footsteps. Her mind raced. What if something happened to him? What if—

No. She shook her head, forcing herself to stay calm. Yoongi was strong. He'd come back. He had to.

Minutes felt like hours as Y/N waited, her heart pounding in her ears. Finally, the door creaked open, and Yoongi stepped in, slightly bloodied but alive.

Y/N rushed to him, relief flooding her as she hugged him tightly. "You're okay."

"I told you I would be," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.

She pulled back, looking up at him with tears in her eyes, though her voice was light as ever. "So, does this mean I passed the 'mafia initiation'?"

Yoongi smirked, brushing a thumb across her cheek. "You did."

She grinned, sniffling. "Good. Because I was really starting to like my new life as 'Shadow Girl.'"

He laughed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're unbelievable."

"And you love it," she teased, her smile returning full force.

Yoongi looked at her, his eyes softening. "Yeah. I do."

And as they stood there, locked in each other's embrace, they both knew one thing for sure:

Together, they could face whatever came next.

Yoongi's men had secured the building, and the silence that followed the chaos was deafening. Y/N sat on the edge of the couch, her heart still racing as she watched Yoongi bandage a cut on his arm. Despite everything, he remained calm, as if this was just another day in his world.

But for her, it was different. Everything had changed.

She couldn't stop replaying the events in her mind—the danger, the fear of losing him, the helplessness she felt waiting while he fought for his life.

Yoongi glanced at her, noticing the worry etched across her face. He sat down next to her, his movements slow and careful.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N nodded, but the emotions bubbling inside her were too strong to contain. She looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. "I just... I didn't realize how real all of this was until tonight."

Yoongi stayed quiet, giving her space to speak her mind.

"I knew your life was dangerous, but seeing it... hearing the gunshots..." Her voice wavered, and she glanced at him, eyes filled with uncertainty. "I thought I might lose you."

Yoongi's heart clenched at the sight of her distress. Without thinking, he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His touch was grounding, steady.

"You won't lose me," he promised, his voice firm but gentle.

Y/N shook her head, letting out a shaky breath. "You don't know that, Yoongi. You can't promise something like that."

"I can," he said quietly. "Because I'll fight to make sure of it."

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Y/N's heart fluttered, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

"I can't pretend like I'm not scared," she whispered, her gaze falling to the floor. "But the thought of not being with you... that scares me even more."

Yoongi's grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly. His usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw, something real. He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Y/N," he started, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I've never let anyone get this close before. I never wanted to. My life doesn't allow for things like... this."

Y/N's breath hitched as she stared into his dark, intense eyes. "Things like what?"

He exhaled slowly, as if the next words were something he had never allowed himself to say before. "Things like love."

Her eyes widened, and Yoongi continued, his voice steady but soft, his emotions finally surfacing.

"I tried to keep my distance, to keep you safe. But you—" He paused, his gaze softening as he studied her. "You've changed everything. You brought light into a place where I thought it couldn't exist. I don't deserve you. But I need you."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, tears welling up in her eyes, but this time, they were tears of something else—something she hadn't realized she was waiting to hear.

"I'm falling for you, Y/N," Yoongi confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't know how to stop."

For a moment, she couldn't speak. Her throat felt tight, her heart racing in a way that only he could make it.

"You... you love me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Yoongi nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I do."

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her eyes with her free hand. "God, Yoongi, I thought you'd never say it."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, a smile breaking through the tears, "I've been waiting for you to say something. I've felt the same way for a while now."

Yoongi's eyes widened, a flicker of relief washing over his usually stoic face. "You have?"

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hand. "Yeah, I have. I love you, Min Yoongi. Mafia leader or not, I love you."

Yoongi let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Slowly, a smile genuine and soft spread across his lips. It was a rare sight, one Y/N knew was reserved just for her.

Without a word, Yoongi leaned in, closing the distance between them, his lips brushing hers in the gentlest, most heartfelt kiss she had ever experienced. It was slow, sweet, and filled with all the unspoken emotions they had been holding back.

When they finally pulled apart, Yoongi rested his forehead against hers, both of them smiling softly.

"Looks like you're stuck with me, then," Y/N teased, her voice light but filled with love.

Yoongi chuckled softly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And as Yoongi held Y/N close, he realized that love no matter how unexpected was worth every risk.