"Did you find her?"

Park Jimin's voice was dangerously low as he eyed the older man who currently stood in front of his desk.

His hands were intertwined as he leaned forward, resting on his elbows, his gaze cold and unforgiving.

It was enough to make Mr. Chang shiver in fear.

He had never seen Jimin look at anyone like that. It was a look that would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest men. A look that he hoped to never see again.

Chang swallowed hard, sweat forming on his forehead and anxiety shooting throughout his body as he slowly placed the coveted file onto the desk before him.

Jimin raised an eyebrow at his actions, eyeing him for a few moments before reaching over and grabbing the file.

His dark hair was styled neatly, although he hadn't slept in twenty-four hours. He couldn't get your face out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was you.

You were driving him insane.

His cold eyes scanned over the file, taking in every single piece of information about you.

He exhaled through his nose.

"Her name is Y/f/n Y/l/n." Mr. Chang started nervously. "She's a med student at the University here in town and she's worked at Wings for about two years now, but she was fired the day before yesterday."

Jimin raised his eyes to look at Chang, his eyebrows arched.

"And where is she now?" He asked.

Chang swallowed hard, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

"I-I don't know." He stuttered. "The only thing I know is that my men saw her leave with Min Yoongi after one of Kim Namjoon's men shot her."

Jimin sat up straight in his chair, his expression falling instantly.

"She was shot?!" He roared. "Why am I only hearing about this now, Chang?!"

The older man took a step back subconsciously, shaking his head with a terror-filled expression covered his face.

"I-I'm sorry!" He blurted. "B-But from what I hear it was only a shoulder wound! I-I'm sure she'll be just fine."

Jimin shot to his feet, his fists slamming onto the wood of his desk.

"That is not the point, you idiot!" He growled. "You should have told me immediately if she was hurt!"

Chang jumped back, his body jerking away from the livid man in front of him.

" Y-Yes sir." He stuttered out. "I'll tell you next time, sir."

Jimin's eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned towards the gray-haired man.

"There had better not be a next time."

Chang nodded his head swiftly.

"Y-Yes sir."

Jimin eyed him for a few moments before sitting back down in his office chair.

"Now," He started with cold eyes, handing picking up the file again. "You said she left with Min Yoongi?"

The older man nodded his head.

"Yes." He popped. "He was last seen putting her into his vehicle at about two fifteen in the morning."

Jimin hummed in response.

"I want you to find a way to contact him, I'm sure he's just holding her until someone calls with a good offer."

"What if he doesn't give her up?"

Jimin chuckled.

"Min Yoongi will do anything if the price is right." He stated. "Offer him whatever he wants. I can afford it."

Chang straightened his posture slightly.

"Yes sir." He paused. "May I go?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose."

Resisting the urge to sigh in relief, Chang turned on his heel, beginning to make his way out of the room.

"Oh and Chang," He froze as Jimin called out to him.

"Yes?"

Jimin looked back at the file, his eyes scanning over the small picture of you that was paper-clipped to the edge. His finger brushed over it gently, a small smile pulling at his plump lips.

"I want this picture framed."

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You blinked rapidly as you stared at the blue-haired man in front of you, your heart racing and your palms sweating uncontrollably.

Sweet Jesus.

You had heard this man's name on the news countless times and every single time his name came up, you knew that someone else had died.

He was a murderer and an assassin.

He was one of The Seven.

And you were sitting in his bed.

"Don't be scared." Yoongi soothed, eyeing your reaction. "I won't hurt you."

You swallowed hard, eyes darting all across his face.

"How can you expect me not to be scared?" You asked softly. "You're literally a killer."

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.

"I know, but you're safe with me."

"Safe?" You almost scoffed. "How am I safe? For all I know you could be playing with my head, making me feel safe until I let my guard down and you-"

His warm, steady hands enveloped your own suddenly, his hazel eyes softening.

"I've already told you;" He began. "i'm not going to hurt you, babydoll."

You moved your hands away from his, backing away slightly.

"D-Don't call me that!" You commanded with a shaky voice.

The blue-haired man raised his hands in surrender, trying to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Listen to me," He started. "I am one of the most highly skilled assassins in the world."

You nodded, eyes wide.

"Why do you think I'm so scared!?"

Yoongi shook his head.

"What I'm trying to say is: If I wanted to hurt you, you would already be dead."

You froze at his words.

His reasoning was sound. He had numerous opportunities to end your life. He could have killed you at the club, or while you were asleep...He even went as far as to stitch up your wound and care for you...

You were still unsure about him though and you couldn't help but feel a little bit scared, and who could blame you? As if waking up in a stranger's house wasn't scary enough, that stranger turned out to be one of the most dangerous, ruthless men on the planet.

You didn't trust him...

But if what he told you about last night was true, you were going to have to learn to swallow your doubt and work with him.

"Why did you tell me your name was Agust?" You asked.

He let out a relieved chuckle at your response, happy that you were no longer fighting him.

"Would you have come with me if you knew who I really was?"

You bit your lip, shaking your head.

"I guess not." You answered truthfully.

You moved your e/c gaze to your lap, watching as you tangled your fingers together nervously.

"So what do we do?" You blurted. "About The Seven, I mean."

Yoongi huffed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"The first thing we need to do is relocate you as quickly and quietly as possible...We may even have to change your name."

You nodded hesitantly, understanding his words.

"A-Alright." You paused. "But what happens if they find me?"

The blue-haired assassin shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll be with you the entire time."

You frowned.

"Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"Of course."

You took a deep, uneasy breath before allowing your words to come out.

"Why are you helping me?"

Yoongi's mouth went dry at your unexpected question, his stomach falling to his feet.

Oh god.

He didn't expect you to ask that.

He hadn't prepared an excuse for you...and he couldn't exactly tell you the truth...or else you'd panic and probably try to run away from him.

"I mean," Your soft voice continued. "You don't even know me...You could've just walked away and left me for dead, but you're helping me...I suppose I shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth....I just want to know why.."

Yoongi clenched his fists nervously, his jaw locking.

"I just-" He hesitated. "I just know what those men are capable of and I felt sorry for you...No one should be put into the position you're in."

You hummed.

You didn't exactly believe his story, but you weren't about to push a murderer too far by prying into his business...that would not end well for you.

"Well, thank you."

The young assassin nodded his head, his cheeks a bright shade of pink.

"N-No problem." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Would you like to take a shower?"

Your eyes widened, face heating up.

Yoongi's own eyes widened as he realized the context of his words.

"I-I didn't mean t-together!" He announced, shaking his head. "I mean- I know that a shower would probably help you feel better after last night. Your body went through a lot because of me."

Your face turned completely red.

"W-Wait!" He groaned, rubbing his face. "That-That came out wrong too!"

He huffed, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain his train of thought

"Let me try this again," He took a deep breath. "I know that you're probably really stressed right now and a hot shower would probably help you. I have some clean clothes you can borrow, they're a little big, but I'm sure it won't be too much of a problem."

You nodded your head, face still a bright shade of pink.

"A-A shower sounds nice." You said.

Min Yoongi sighed in relief, pointing towards one of the doors in the room.

"The bathroom is there." He stated. "Just try and keep your bandage dry and don't use that arm too much. I don't want to have to stitch it up again."

You nodded, once again, slowly standing to your feet.

"Thank you."

He tried to hide his smile.

"Of course."

He watched as you walked to the bathroom, opening the door before stepping in.

He sighed, gripping his hair, before whispering to himself.

"I would do anything for you."

A/N,

Wow...things are getting juicy-JUST KIDDING IT'S JUST MA JUICY FRUIT GUMMIES!!!

It took me an hour to write this because I was distracted by the delicious taste of juicy fruit gummies. #sorrynotsorry

So....on another note...I am seriously considering doing a meet&greet. (it's not a fan meet because you guys aren't fans, you're family😤😤)

If any of you guys would be interested in meeting me, just let me know and I may be able to work out something small, like a tiny get together for everyone....maybe in a coffee shop where we can all relax and hang out together..(and I can admire all of your beautiful faces for hours)

I may not have a big following, but I would love to meet every single one of you guys and give you all the biggest hug ever!

As always, I love you.

-Max