Multiple flashes of bright light filled Namjoon's vision as he walked up the stairs towards the door of the lavish building in front of him, a cocky smirk on his face as he glanced around at the numerous cameras and reporters that surrounded him.

Kim Namjoon was easily the most ruthless of The Seven, his anger and determination far surpassed anyone else's.

He had no boundaries and no sense of restraint when it came to something he wanted.

He was smart as well.

He had everyone in the city underneath his thumb. The judge, the police department, even the reporters were under his influence. He could have the entire city turned upside down by just the snap of his thumb.

It was terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

He sent a coy smile to the reporters, his eyebrows raised in amusement as he waved his hand in acknowledgement of their present.

Kim Namjoon was an extremely well-known man, but he enjoyed the attention. He was basically a celebrity at this point.

Everyone knew who he was-what he was capable of...but no one could do or say anything...because if they did....They'd be found dead in a ditch by the end of the week. It wasn't like they could prove anything anyway...he never left evidence behind.

He was ruthless and he was cold.

He gave the reporters one last smile before walking inside the tall building, his smile growing dark and twisted as his eyes fell onto the heavily armed men that stood at the entrance.

"Gentlemen." He greeted with an evil smile.

The men clenched their jaw, reluctantly moving out of his way and allowing him to enter into the building fully.

He chuckled cockily at their reluctance, obviously enjoying the control he had over them.

His light green eyes slowly moved around the familiar room before landing onto the large sign that hung above the entrance.

'Seoul Police Department.'

He smirked, continuing his path to the directors office.

You see, Kim Namjoon wasn't one for cutting corners. He was a cut-to-the-chase kind of person. He wasn't prepared to wait or be patient.

So, after you managed to escape his grasp, he was going to be sure that he had every single person in the city looking out for you.

Min Yoongi was smart, but he couldn't hide you forever...at least, not from Namjoon.

The dirty-blond man pushed the director's door open, wasting no time in causing a scene in the middle of the police department.

The director raised his head, his eyes widening at the sudden entrance of the young mob boss.

"M-Mr. Kim," He stuttered out.

Namjoon hummed in response, eyes scanning over the poorly-decorated room in which he now stood.

"Charles," He greeted, his gaze moving to the younger man. "You're in my chair."

The young director instantly shot up from his position, wiping off the seat of the chair before rushing to stand on the other side of the desk, his hands behind his back like a soldier.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, walking over and plopping down into the chair that the man before him had previously occupied.

"To-To what do I owe the pleasure?" Charles asked nervously.

Namjoon frowned, propping his feet up on the wooden desk in front of him.

"I have a small pest problem." He stated boredly.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he cleared his throat.

"W-Would you like me to get you an extermin-"

The gangster's heavy sigh of annoyance cut the man off, causing him to swallow hard.

"Not a literal pest, you moron." Namjoon scolded, giving the man a hard look.

The black-haired man hung his head.

"You see, Charles." Namjoon continued. "I finally managed to find myself a woman."

Charles' face fell at his words. He couldn't help but feel pity for whoever was unfortunate enough to have capture Kim Namjoon's affections.

"Th-That's great, sir." He lied. "What's her name?"

Namjoon shrugged.

"Don't know." He popped. "That's why I'm here."

He frowned in confusion.

"You...want me to find out what her name is?"

Namjoon nodded, his eyes moving to one of his men motioning for him to come forward.

The man obeyed, walking forward and dropping a few photos onto the desk before Charles.

The young director scanned his eyes over them.

A young woman standing on a stage, bright lights shining down upon her as she smiled widely.

It didn't seem like she knew the photos were being taken, which only made Charles feel even more uneasy.

"Th-This is her?" He asked.

"I want every man on this." Namjoon stated sternly. "I want you to find her and bring her to me."

Charles nodded hesitantly.

"And what about your pest problem?"

"Ah, about that..."

Namjoon grinned evilly, causing the young man's stomach to churn.

"What information do you have on Min Yoongi?"

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A contented sigh moved past your lips as you opened the door to the bathroom, the fresh air of the bedroom hitting your warm, flushed skin in a soothing manner.

Your eyes scanned over the room as you ruffled your hair with the towel in your hand.

From what you could tell, Yoongi had changed the sheets, the once black silk now being replaced with a crimson red color. You assumed that he had changed them due to the blood from your wound.

You had taken in your time in the shower. You needed some time to think about your situation and process everything that had gone on the previous night and the shower helped with that...although, you didn't feel too much better, after all, you were still in an assassin's home and that alone was enough to unnerve you.

You ran a hand through your wet hair, combing through the tangles that the hot water had caused.

Since you didn't have any kind of soap or shampoo on you, you opted for using Yoongi's. You didn't think he would mind.

He had given you a navy blue hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants to wear...but your body was still hot from the shower and since the hoodie covered up everything important, you decided to forget the sweat pants for a while.

"Did you have a nice shower?"

You let out a small squeak of surprise as Yoongi's voice filled your ears, your body jumping slightly in fear.

Yoongi leaned against the doorway of his bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at you, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in only his hoodie. He couldn't stop his gaze from wandering up your smooth, bare legs.

Dear Jesus, you were going to be the death of him.

You nodded your head slowly.

"Yeah." You said. "Thank you."

Yoongi cleared his throat, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from your legs.

"Come on." He beckoned to you, tilting his head towards the door before walking out of the room.

You blinked a few times before following him out, your bare feet tip-toeing on the plush carpet of the bedroom.

He lead you to the open area of his apartment.

It was a relatively open space. The kitchen and living room were directly beside of each other, giving each of you enough space to walk through. There was a small dining area between the two rooms.

The table was already set with two place settings. Different kinds of food were placing in the middle of the table, the aroma filling your nostrils and making you realize just how hungry you really were.

"I knew you'd be hungry." Yoongi spoke from beside you. "But I didn't know what kind of food you liked so I just.."

His words trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Did he really cook all of this?

Wow.

You must've taken longer in the shower than you thought.

"This looks great." You complimented, patting his shoulder awkwardly. "Thank you."

The blue-haired man tried to hide his blush, clearing his throat.

"Right." He popped. "Well, eat up. You'll need your energy."

You raised your eyebrows, taking a seat at the table.

"For what exactly?"

Yoongi took your plate in his hands, beginning to pile it up with food.

"For your relocation." He stated.

Ah. You had almost forgotten.

You hummed in response, watching as he placed your now full plate down in front of you.

You had known that you would have to leave...but you couldn't help but feel a little...sad. You were being forced away from your home town...away from your friends and away from your family.

They were probably worried sick about you. But you knew that contacting them was not at all the smartest thing to do in a situation like this...you would only put their lives at risk....

You just wished you had the chance to say goodbye to them..

Maybe in the future you'll be able to see them again, but it was a long shot...You knew exactly how dangerous The Seven were and you knew they wouldn't give up on the chase...even though you still had no idea why they were after you.

Yoongi noticed your change of mood, his eyes softening as he watched you stare at your food forlornly.

He sighed, allowing his hand to grab yours.

Your eyes snapped up to his as his skin touched yours

"Listen, y/n.." He began. "I'm sorry that this happened to you. I really am...but this is the only way to make sure that you're safe and that your family is safe..."

You nodded, wiping your eyes rapidly.

"I know." You stated. "I just wish I knew why this was happening to me.."

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but his words were cut off by a loud 'ding' from his phone.

He offered you an apologetic smile before pulling the device from his jeans and checking it.

You watched as his face fell, his eyes narrowing in anger and disgust.

Your body shot into high alert, eyes scanning over him.

"What is it?" You asked. "Who texted you?"

Yoongi's eyes slowly moved to yours, sending chills down your spine as he spoke.

"Park Jimin."

A/N,

I know this chapter is bad, but I was up all night last night and I had a busy day today to I am extremely tired right now...

So, I am sorry.

Who is your favorite character so far? (other than Yoongi or Y/n)

-Max