It was not difficult for them to find love in the midst of chaos. It was an unconscious state they were trapped in, and they could only drown if they tried to reach for that love they desperately wanted to hold on to.

The first person to fall in love was not the one everyone had expected. It had been a shock when he had confessed to them one day that he had fallen in love with none other than the masked boy.

When they met him, they didn't know who he was, what his name was, or what he looked like, except that he had a unique mask covering his face. They called him Tiger because of his quick reflexes and movements that resemble those of a predator. Little did they know that it was Taehyung they stumbled upon that day.

It started like this,

Yoongi didn't know what to make of the masked boy, he's suspicious and didn't even bother to introduce himself to them or explain himself. All they knew from that day was that he was involved with mafias and gangs, which is not a good situation for them to get involved in.

He watches every move the boy makes and makes sure he doesn't go with any of the members or even be alone with them for a second. Yoongi knows that the boy could just rip them to shreds at any time and that's not something he's looking forward to.

It was midnight when he made sure everyone was asleep and that the masked boy was nowhere near their territory. He doesn't know where the boy keeps running off to or where he stays, but that was the last thing on his mind.

He snuck into a bar and drank the night away to the brink of unconsciousness. Everything suddenly felt overwhelming to him and he just wanted to forget for a little while. He wanted to be free, even if it was just for one night. There was this heavy feeling in his chest that didn't seem to go away and was slowly dragging him down.

He was sure the others would worry if they woke up and found him gone. I mean, who wouldn't? He left in the middle of the night, not knowing where he was going. He didn't even bother to wake any of them up to excuse himself or leave a note. He just left.

"What are you doing here?" He looked up and heard the familiar voice greeting him. "It's getting late." Yoongi shrugged and eyed the boy before taking a sip from the bottle. The boy made himself comfortable and sat on the opposite side of Yoongi. He propped his elbows on the table and leaned his head on his palm.

Yoongi looked around the bar, slightly confused as to why no one was paying attention to a mysterious masked boy who could victimize them without knowing his identity. He was also sure the other was underage, but he couldn't comment on that as he trespassed himself inside as well.

"Rest." He replied coldly, wishing nothing more than for the person in front of him to leave. "I just want away." He was about to take another sip when a hand on his wrist stopped him. He glared up at the masked boy, seeing the other standing up and looking at him through his mask.

"Can you come with me?" He asked as politely as he could. "I won't take you somewhere that makes you uncomfortable." Yoongi dropped his gaze to the table and sighed dejectedly. He released himself from his grip, setting the bottle down lightly, and fumbled for his pockets, to leave the money on the table.

"Don't worry about it." He looked up, "I paid it paid." The masked boy turned to the bartender, giving a curt nod and a thumbs up in return.

"Good." If he could only see under the mask, he was sure a soft smile would have formed on his lips.

"Are you sure you're not trying to kill me?" Yoongi asked, shivering as the cold air brushed against his exposed skin. This was certainly not a day for him to be wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. The boy noticed, of course, and took off his jacket, placing it on Yoongi's shoulders.

"What if I am?"

"Fun."

"I'm not though, I'm just taking you somewhere." From a distance, Yoongi could see a row of buildings that looked old and run down. "This used to be a colorful town." He spoke under his mask.

"Why are we even here?"

"Look," he pointed to one of the buildings. It looked like it had been a laundry, but abandoned and broken. "See the alley next to it?" Yoongi nodded and looked at the gap next to the building. They walked there and he led Yoongi through the alley before they stopped at one of the doors.

"What's this?"

"This is my personal hideout." He opened the door and Yoongi looked down a few steps, then spotted some furniture sitting in the room. It's somewhat neat and organized, except for the number of vandals spray-painted on the wall, but it's pleasant to look at. "The vandals are my doing," he said.

"They're artistic." They entered the room and now stood in the middle of it. There wasn't too much and it was somewhat similar to their hideout. A single couch, a few potted plants, another door that led to somewhere he didn't know where.

"It's the restroom," says the masked boy when he saw where Yoongi had been looking at, laughing lightly. "It has a bathtub, a toilet, and a sink. It's a complete set here."

"And is all of it working? Like electricity? water?"

"The electricity isn't working, but the water is." He motioned towards the ceiling lightbulb, "You can go here if you feel like going away."

"But, it's yours."

"Hyung, you don't know, but you deserve so much more than you think. I know how some of your thoughts are killing you." If Yoongi teared up by the words, he didn't let it show. "You can express everything here. Be yourself. If you feel angry, I have some rocks you can throw at the wall. If you feel sad, you can lay down on the couch and cry. It's yours now."

"Why are you suddenly giving this to me? Why are you being nice?"

"Can't I be nice?" He shrugged, "People always see me as cruel and merciless, but I don't want any of you to see me that way."

"Why?"

"The question is, why not?" Yoongi is sure now that the other is smiling. "The six of you are the source of my happiness." He scoffed, yet the gummy smile on his face betrayed him. He crossed his arms, suddenly feeling shy at the words.

Yoongi would never say it out loud, but he had grown fond of the boy,

He's exhausted. For days they have been practicing, this is the most that he had grown to be tired of. He was panting, breaths puffing out unevenly with the cold sweat running down his forehead down to his neck.

"Hey, I think I'm going home for today," Hoseok informed Namjoon. He was shot with a look of concern before the other hesitantly nodded. He lets out a sigh, his limbs feeling heavy with every movement that he does.

"Okay, be sure that you'll be careful." It was common for one of them to separate. They were approaching adults. Of course, they need to be independent and be alone at times.

"You going home?" asked the masked boy. Hoseok nodded, not feeling up to conversing any further. The only thing that he could think of was going home and getting plenty of rest. The boy eventually let him go after taking a few minutes scanning him down.

He smiled weakly before turning away. He started walking away but with every step that he took, it felt like there was something that is holding him back. As if there are chains strapped around his ankles and a heavy rock following him around.

He gazed up towards the blazing hot sun, his breath getting caught on his throat as black dots swirl around in his vision. His brain was beginning to feel fuzzy, his mouth parting to take gulps of air. Then the next thing he knew, black dots rapidly appeared in his sight before everything went black.

When he had come back to consciousness, it was to the sight of the ceiling that welcomed him. The grayish ceiling had become all too familiar for him to go unnoticed. He groaned, trying to make his body cooperate with him but feeling way too weak to even move an inch.

"You're awake." He looked over to see the masked boy grabbing a cup of glass water. "Drink some medicine." He gave Hoseok a pill and water to drink.

"Where are the others?" He asked, taking the pill and drinking the water. He had noticed that it was only Hoseok and him in the room which is why he was curious enough to ask.

"They're still training." Hoseok nodded as a reply, looking down at the empty glass wrapped around his hands. The dizziness was slowly fizzling away but the headache was still noticeably there.

"Why are you here?" He didn't mean for it to come out rude, but the masked boy didn't seem to take offense to it.

"I wanted to check up on you. I saw that you were not feeling well earlier. I'm glad I caught up with you before you hit the ground." Hoseok flushed in embarrassment, he felt like he was being a burden for adding up to what the boy had done for them.

"I know what you're thinking and I know it's not good. Stop it." The masked boy softly grabbed Hoseok's chin, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. "I like taking care of you all. Don't think that you're being a problem to me." That day, Hoseok couldn't help but feel the tingling feeling of the touch that had been left to him.

He widely smiled. He is safe to say that he really likes the boy and there was no changing that anymore.

Jimin had ended up injured due to his recklessness. His ankle had been badly sprained after falling down the stairs, his right arm was broken, and his nose bled on top of it. They had to bring him to the hospital, which they had to sneak into to meet Jimin, and with the help of the masked boy, they were able to arrange for a room through some connections.

When Jimin opened his eyes, the others weren't there. However, the masked boy was there reading what seemed to be a book. He glanced at Jimin, giving a nod to acknowledge the injured boy.

"Are you feeling well?" He asked, helping Jimin to sit up on the bed. "The others weren't able to stay since visiting hours were finished."

"How about you?"

"Oh, I have connections here. I was able to persuade at least one person to stay, but they only trusted me to be present." Jimin nodded, slumping down on the comfort of the bed. "Want me to read you a story so you can sleep again?"

"Is it okay?" He wasn't going to lie, exhaustion still seeps in his body, but his mind is far too awake and aware that he isn't somewhere he is familiar with.

"Of course, I am happy to read to you." Jimin smiled softly, gazing at the masked boy as he started to read out the book from the very beginning. He couldn't help but let his hand stretch to brush a stray hair away from his mask. The masked boy looked up, startled.

"Your voice is soothing." At that very moment, Jimin wished to see the face of the person that made his heart start thumping loudly in his chest. He retracted his hand, patting the space beside him. "Sit with me?"

The masked boy chuckled, sitting where Jimin pointed to. He let the other lean his head on his shoulder, he continued to read until he is sure that Jimin has fallen asleep before he adjusted the other on his bed.

Jimin was sure that he felt fingers tracing the side of his face and a soft feather-light kiss on top of his head but he couldn't take it to himself to open his eyes to see if the boy had taken his mask off. No, he would not break his trust like that.

With him, he grew to fully trust everyone that he had ever love and he wasn't afraid to speak for himself.

Jungkook was still wary of him, even when almost a year had passed. He was shy, he would admit that, but there were still suspicions towards the masked boy. It definitely didn't help that they hadn't seen the face of the boy that had been with them.

It took a year and a half for Jungkook to fully trust him. The reason was that he was the one that helped Jungkook to express himself freely without the judgment of others. He was the reason that Jungkook has confidence.

Jungkook snuck out of their house around midnight and went sightseeing in the city. It wasn't that far away and he had his hood up if he ever came across some trouble. Many people were waiting to hunt them down and he wasn't taking any chances.

It was in an alleyway when Jungkook was cornered. He glared up at the three men that pushed him, trying to be intimidating. He pushed them and tried to walk past them, but he was grabbed in the shoulder and before he knew it, he raised an arm to land a punch on the one that grabbed him.

He tried to fight back, but they were too strong for him. They beat him, kicked him before the sound of something made them run away. Someone must have seen them.

"Jungkook." A warm hand cupped his face and he looked up to see the familiar mask checking upon him. "You idiot." He muttered, picking Jungkook up to patch him up somewhere.

"-hurts." He spoke softly before closing his eyes and letting the darkness consume him.

When he opens his eyes, he is faced with Yoongi's worried eyes but they weren't at their home. It seems to be a different building. "Where am I?" He asked, groaning when his head started to hurt.

"You're at his hideout." He pointed at the masked boy with his thumb. "But, he insisted on giving it to me as a gift. So, it's my hideout now." He observed the room, taking in the organized furniture.

"This is where you keep disappearing to?" Yoongi nodded, a gummy smile making its way to his face. "Thank you for saving me out there." He looked up to thank the masked boy.

"No need to. I did it for you." Jungkook smiled, maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought. "Jungkook, you must be careful, okay? I'm not always going to be there to save you, but I know you can fight back."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize." He ran a hand through his hair, "I trust you and I know that someday no one will dare to hurt any of you." Jungkook gazed at him, his body feeling fuzzy and warm for some reason, but he was happy.

"I believe in you."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, instead, he leaned into his touch while biting back a wide smile that threatened to break out. At that point, he was glad that he was there for them.

Jin and Namjoon didn't fall in love with him. No, they weren't ready for that stage in their relationship. They were still figuring out everything that was between them and it didn't help that the masked boy made them feel as if what they were doing was wrong.

They are happy together, but there are times that they argue and have fights. It usually gets heated and ends up one of them leaving for a night, then getting worried when the other doesn't get home. They make up quickly, talking it out with hushed whispers to avoid anyone intervening with the way they handle it.

It wasn't that they were in the wrong, but the boy made them see that there is much more love in the world than they had known. They have plenty of space in their hearts to invite one more.

They promised one night that they would hold hands with him one day. That they would wrap their arms around him and tell him that they would protect him.

It all started with that. That's when they started to train together. That's when the masked boy introduces them to the world that they have never known of. It was different from what they usually face and there were a lot of tough things that they encountered.

Yet, just as they were starting to shine. He left.

He left without any explanations. He left with a smile on his face. He left with them believing that he was dead.

He left and never came back.