A soft yawn escaped your lips as your body was slowly pulled back into consciousness. You cracked your e/c eyes open, only to shut them again as the bright light of the sun shone brightly in your face.

Your mind was clouded and hazy as you finally opened your eyes, searching around the room fro any sort of clue on what exactly had happened.

A soft gasp left your lips as you took in your unfamiliar surroundings.

You blinked a few times, trying your hardest to remember anything that may be helpful.

Did you go home with someone last night?

You hesitantly pulled back the silk black sheets, checking if you were still dressed.

Thankfully, your dress was still covering your body.

You sighed in relief before moving to sit up.

A sharp pain shot through your shoulder, causing a loud cry of pain to move past your lips.

You hissed, gritting your teeth together as you fell back on your back limply, bouncing lightly against the mattress.

"What the-"

You cut yourself off, hand raising to meet the blood-stained bandage that covered your shoulder.

When did that happen!?

You were beginning to get worried, panic shooting throughout your entire being, your chest heaving.

You needed to get out of this place.

"Y/n?"

You head snapped towards the entrance to the room, body tensing underneath the dark blankets.

A young man walked into the room slowly, his light blue hair undercut was damp and fluffy. His body was adorned in a simple white tee shirt and jeans. His eyes were soft as he stared at you, approaching you slowly.

You tried sitting up again, in case you needed to defend yourself, but another pulse of pain rippled through your shoulder.

You groaned, tossing your head back.

Yoongi blinked a few times before rushing over to your side, his hands moving for yours instinctively.

"Don't sit up," He spoke gently, eyes inspecting your wound.

You watched him with cautious eyes, trying your best to show bravery.

The man seemed familiar and you didn't feel scared or uneasy when you looked at him...but you weren't about to let your guard down..

He slowly moved his eyes to yours before speaking.

"I'm going to check your wound alright?"

You swallowed hard before nodded your head.

You bit your lip as he peeled off the bloody bandage, tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed.

You couldn't stop your e/c eyes from widening as you looked at the wound on your shoulder. It was bloody and fresh...It couldn't have happened too long ago..which scared you.

Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance as he eyed your wound.

"Clumsy girl," He mumbled. "You've reopened the wound."

You watched as he opened the top drawer of his nightstand, digging through it for a few moments before pulling out a small needle and thread.

Your eyes widened, body moving away from him instantly.

There was absolutely no way you were letting this man anywhere near you with a needle.

His eyes softened at your response, heart falling at the fear that shone so obviously in your eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, babydoll." He cooed. "I know that I'm a stranger and I know that you're confused....but I need you to trust me...If I don't stitch up your wound, it will get infected."

You bit your lip hesitantly.

Should you really allow a stranger to pierce your skin with a needle. You didn't even know how you had gotten the wound or what chain of events led you to this man's house...

You slowly moved your body closer to him.

He smiled at you, helping you to sit up.

"This is going to sting." He stated.

You nodded your head, putting on a brave face.

In all reality, you were scared to death, but you were not about to let this creep know that.

He placed the surgical thread through the curved needle, glancing at you ever so often.

You debated on whether or not you should say anything to the man in front of you. On one hand, he was a complete stranger and you had no idea if you should trust him...

On the other hand, you needed to know exactly where you were and what happened last night. You needed to know whether or not you were safe.

Deciding on the latter, you slowly began to speak.

"Where am I?" Your voice was soft and your throat was sore.

Yoongi didn't even look at you as he pushed the needle into your skin.

"You're in my apartment." He stated quietly, continuing to sew up your wound.

You swallowed hard, nodding your head.

"How did I get here?"

"I brought you here." He deadpanned.

You almost rolled your eyes. This was getting you nowhere.

"What happened last night?" You asked, rubbing your head with your good arm. "The last thing I remember was begin on the stage and then...."

Your words trailed off as memories began flooding back to your mind, your eyes widening as you slowly began to connect all the pieced of the puzzle together.

"Oh my god.." You mumbled, looking back at him. "Those-Those men...They were trying to kill us!"

Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head as he pierced the needle through your flesh once again, being as gentle as possible.

"Correction." He popped. "They were trying to kill me."

You swallowed hard.

"Who are they? What do they want?"

The blue-haired male clenched his jaw as he finished the stitching, his hand reaching back into his drawer and pulling out a white bandage.

"They're bad people."

You scoffed, watching as he put the bandage over your freshly-stitched wound.

"Wow. I couldn't tell that by them shooting at us."

He sent you a stern look before tossing the needle and thread into the trashcan.

"Look,"He breathed. "Those men work for some of the most powerful people in this city."

You frowned in confusion.

"Who?" You popped. "Who do they work for?"

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair before moving his gaze to lock with your own.

"Have you ever heard of The Seven?" He asked.

You slowly nodded your head, curious to know where exactly he was going with this.

"Yes." You stated. "They are like the dream team of criminals. If I remember correctly their names are Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook...They're on the news all the time."

"Well," Yoongi swallowed hard. "They were all at Wings last night."

You blinked in confusion, urging him to continue.

"I don't know exactly what happened.." He began. "But, as soon as you got onto that stage, each one of them started heading straight for you."

Your eyes widened at his words, heart beginning to pound uncomfortably.

The Seven were after you? That didn't make any sense! You had never been involved in anything remotely illegal! Sure, you worked at a strip club, but you kept your head down and did your job, you never got caught up in your work..

So, why were these men suddenly so interested in you.

"That-That can't be right." You mumbled. "Why would they try to kill me? I haven't done anything to them."

Yoongi shook his head slowly.

"They weren't trying to kill you," He started. "They were trying to kidnap you."

You swallowed hard.

"But-But why? I'm not wealthy. I don't come from rich parents why would people as busy as them want to kidnap me?!"

The blue-haired assassin shook his head.

"I think you caught their attention last night."

"W-What do you mean?"

Yoongi licked his lips.

"Well..When you went on that stage...you caught everyone's eye."

Your voice got caught in your throat, a small squeak escaping your mouth.

Yoongi eyed your for a few moments before continuing.

"Look," He huffed. "I don't know the exact reason why they want you..but I will tell you this. The Seven are the deadliest men o this planet and they will do anything in their power to make sure that you are in their grasp at all times."

You moved your eyes to the ground.

"So-So I can't go home?"

Yoongi shook his head slowly.

"I'm afraid not." He sighed. "But I swear to you I will try my best to find you somewhere safe to go. You'll be safe soon."

You frowned.

"What about Ruthie?" You asked. "If they find her will they-"

"Your friend will be safe."

"How can you be so sure?" You asked. "You said it yourself: The Seven are the most dangerous men in the world. How are you going to be able to outsmart them?"

"I know what I'm doing. Trust me."

He took a deep breath, eyes scanning over your featured before he outstretched his hand to yours.

"Nice to meet you," He began."My name is Min Yoongi."

A/N,

I would just like to take this time to say that I was going to publish this chapter yesterday, but I suffer from severe trypanophobia (the fear of needles) so writing about her getting stitches was really hard for me to do...So decided to take a break from writing about it for while.

I'm eighteen years old and I had a panic attack when the dentist put a needle near my mouth. Not pretty.

BUT YA GIRL CAME THROUGH!

Ha! Take that Trypanophobia!!!

-Max