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khhunniewriting · 4 years

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The Others (13)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

Upon arriving at school Ji-hoon and Leo went their separate ways. They were from different classes, they're arriving together to school went unnoticed by Bewhy and Cjamm. It wasn’t until practice that Bewhy noticed the silence between his friends.

It was normal for Leo to be silent as he meticulously went about his day observing and listening to everything around him. But, unlike most days, there was a distant look in his eyes. A look that prompted Bewhy to the conclusion that there was something on his friend’s mind.

He had even missed a sure-shot without batting an eye.

“Leo, you okay?”

There was no response, too lost in thought worrying about his mother to hear.

Ji-hoon, who had remained silent all day to avoid the new habit he had picked up, turned his sights on them. He approached innocently only to ruin all his hard work. “Don’t worry about my little brother, he’s just- sh*t!”

Effectively shaking Leo out of his thoughts and back to what was in front of him. “Not even one day Lee Ji-hoon.”

Ji-hoon tossed his ball angrily aside realizing what he had done. Leo’s tone was dark and menacing. Just last night they had bet on this.

“I’m sorry it just slipped out alright!”

If Ji-hoon could resist the urge to call him such belittling titles for one day Leo agreed to allow Ji-hoon to use the nickname in private. On the other hand, should he fail, the nickname would be banned forever.

Leo couldn’t help but feel he got screwed over either way.

“What’s going on?” Cjamm ran over when he saw Bewhy bewilderedly standing between the two.

Bewhy shrugged unsure of how to describe the situation. He was still trying to process the fact that he heard Ji-hoon call Leo little brother. It had to be a mistake but the reaction of the counterpart was indicator enough that he had, in fact, heard correctly.

“I think Ji-hoon just called Leo something I can’t repeat.” The glare from Leo was enough to stop him.

“Hey you four over there!” The coach shouted across the gymnasium. “Lee Ji-hoon and Lee Leo, you two have been gone all this time and now you slack off on your first day back? Run laps until the end of practice!”

Leo said nothing and began running without complaint.

“Aw- come on coach!” Ji-hoon argued, he hated running most of all. This was the last thing he needed.

“If you don’t catch up to Lee Leo then you will be cleaning up alone after practice.”

That was enough for Ji-hoon to start running but immediately began to complain some more when he realized Leo would increase his speed at will to keep distance between them. “It’s impossible to catch up to him.”

Leo looked back over his shoulder to sharply retort him. “You should quit smoking then.”

Ji-hoon knew the difference between them was the quality of lungs but he couldn’t help it. Smoking started as a cry for attention and turned into a relaxation habit.

In the end, Leo took mercy on Ji-hoon to avoid having to wait for him. Now that they had to go home together it would be inconvenient to have him cleaning the gym after hours while he waited. So Leo slowed down on the last lap allowing Ji-hoon to match his pace by the time coach dismissed everyone.

Of course they still had to deal with their friends.

“What’s up with you guys?” Cjamm who had not heard them earlier began to wonder more about them. He had thought it was strange that they were going home together before, they were becoming good friends so he wondered if they were becoming too close and leaving him out. “You go home together, you two were absent together, now you get punished together? Did you two skip school to have fun on your own? Bring me along next time.”

Perhaps Ji-hoon but Leo would never do that. Bewhy knew that wasn’t it. He knelt down beside Ji-hoon while Cjamm kept annoying Leo. Ji-hoon was vulnerable with his legs feeling like jelly now after the long run. “Are you two really brothers?”

Normally it could be overlooked as a friendly expression but the way he said it and the way Leo reacted proved otherwise.

Ji-hoon sighed, “Fuck it.” They would find out way or another... besides, Ji-hoon couldn’t help it anymore. “Yeah, we’re brothers.”

“What?!” Cjamm may struggle with focusing in class but not now. He heard it loud and clear. “You two...?”

Leo nodded.

Having met both you and Dok2 meant Cjamm now had thoughts in his mind. The typical teenage boy thoughts that lead him to sulk about you being taken by a rich man. He sat down, his head hung low, “That’s not fair.”

“What are you thinking?” Bewhy asked.

Leo glared at his shorter friend recalling very well his admission of desire for you. “What ARE you thinking Ryu Sung-min?” He already had a lot on his mind after interrupting his mother and father’s talk the day before.

Your heart raced wondering if he meant those words the way they came out. “Why do you always make it sound like you care about me?”

This was Joonkyung’s chance to say it, to admit that he had feelings for you.

“Mom,” Leo knocked on your bedroom door. It was slightly open allowing him to hear the entirety of your conversation.

He had been on his way to see you when he saw the maids quickly shuffling out of there. The last of them hadn’t the strength to completely close the heavy wooden door allowing enough of a gap for your voices to trickle out into the hallway.

Thankfully this allowed him to get a better idea of what he had been born into. He confirmed his father was indeed a corrupt man- he wasn’t all too sure if he was as heartless as you thought but for now, he knew he didn’t deserve you.

Dok2 snapped out of his thoughts taking a few steps back after realizing he had gotten ahold of your hand.

You cleared your throat before asking Leo to come in.

He noted the slight change in his father’s features. It was a start but he was far from being able to reclaim his mother.

Bewhy didn’t pry further into their personal lives and made sure to help Cjamm out of trouble by quickly getting him out of Leo’s sight.

The brothers made their way slowly in no rush to go home.

“Sorry but I think it’s fun to have a brother my age.” Ji-hoon was being candidly honest. “When my sister was born, the little attention my mother spared me was gone.”

“Your mother...what kind of person is she?”

Ji-hoon was shocked to have Leo ask about his personal life. “Well, she’s nothing like your mom.”

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Jay Park waited anxiously for Hoody to arrive at the base. For the past few days, it seemed their target had disappeared. As soon as Hoody walked in Jay blurted out, “Did she go to work?”

Hoody shook her head. “The new manager wasn’t much help but I got word from one of the manicurists that they saw Y/N leaving with a man the last day she was at work.”

“A man?”

Hoody nodded, she wasn’t particularly worried about you. She was only curious to know how much longer she would have to keep that horrible job. “Hey boss, if she’s not working there anymore... can I quit?”

Jay thought for a moment. He was curious to know who you had left with. According to the information he had dug up on you, there were no relatives for you to rely on and no romantic interests.

“May I suggest we go back to the kid?” Minsik finally spoke up after menacingly watching over the meeting between the two from the sidelines. “Hasn’t he always been the target, to begin with?”

“How do you know about this Minsik?”

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You knew you had complained about not going to work, about being useless in a mansion full of staff that does everything for you. Voicing your concerns only to suggest that perhaps less people were needed and that you could maintain the home as you had done previously. You never expected Joonkyung to take it as an opportunity to bring you along with him.

His sudden change of character was questionable. First, he went off about how you betrayed and lied to him then he starts showing a semblance of emotion towards you.

You weren’t sure what to make of it.

Following him around all day only brought on more confusion as his people continued to give you wary glances. Ultimately you were uncomfortable sitting aside as they openly discussed their business.

Dok2 took note of the glances, calling their attention back when they continued to get distracted.

You didn’t pay much attention to what was being discussed until you heard your son’s name. That’s when you started to hear exactly what Joonkyung was doing to keep him safe.

“For now we’ll continue to have Mr. Kwon, Ash, and Zene execute the school commute as usual. If we hear word from them about suspicious activity we’ll have some people ready to respond. Sik-k doesn’t follow AOMG’s rules.”

Beenzino nodded along knowing very well what kind of person Sik-k was based on the data. “Shouldn’t we give AOMG a heads up about their rogue agent?”

“They already know,” The Quiett pointed out. “Who do you think lets him run around like that?”

“Jay doesn’t care about the methods as long as there are results. That’s the kind of thinking that got him locked up for many years.”

Dok2 could see the gears in your head turning through your blank stare. There was something on your mind. “Y/N,” he called out to you causing you to look over at the three men. “Is something wrong?”

“That name sounds familiar.” You thought back to the spa when Hyunjung’s brother paid a visit. He had the same name but it couldn’t be him... Without realizing it you were already walking towards them. “Can I see a picture of the Jay you guys are talking about?”

Beenz immediately pulled up the picture causing your eyes to widen.

“It’s him...” The tattoos were a dead giveaway but even without them, you could recognize that smirk of his. “This guy I’ve met him before at the spa. He’s the brother of one of our new employees- Kim Hyunjung.”

Beenz recognized the name from another of AOMG’s people. He pulled out Hoody’s picture putting it side by side with Jay’s.

“That’s-”

“Kim Hyunjung aka Hoody- she works for AOMG and their leader is Jay Park.”

Now it was clear to you that you had indeed been in danger all along. You recalled all the times Hyunjung asked about your son. It sent a shiver down your spine to think how close they had gotten to you. It was obvious they intended to get close to you so they could go after Leo.

All you could think of was seeing Leo and making sure he was okay.

Luckily Dok2 could sense your worry. He wrapped up his meeting and drove back home with you silently sitting in the passenger's seat. It was much earlier than usual but he figured it was best to assure you first rather than seek out Jay Park for answers.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Thanks,” you sighed finally breathing evenly. You didn’t know much about Joonkyung as Dok2 but you knew you could trust him after seeing the extent of their information on this group of people Hyunjung and Jay were a part of.

“You don’t have to thank me.” Dok2 wanted to get closer to you, to go back to the way things were. He intended to tell you all this the day before he was interrupted. “He’s my son too.”

“I never would have imagined you would care so much about my little Leo...”

“Is that why you didn’t tell me even after we met again at the mall?”

“No,” your response was quick- still unable to admit your jealousy. That feeling of being left behind after hearing he had gotten his wife pregnant still wrapped around your heart, clawing at it. Old wounds stung each time he tried digging them up. “Let’s not talk about that anymore.”

In reality, you were much more curious about the question that was left unanswered.

“My position doesn’t allow me to openly display my emotions- that doesn’t mean I don’t have them. Otherwise, I never would have managed to have a second son.” Dok2 was burdened by his responsibility to Illionaire. He had to make calculated decisions to keep everyone safe from harm and the law. Even now he was risking so much by acknowledging his second son and keeping you close.

To those in the business, his intentions were clear. By taking you two into his home he had already claimed you as someone he cared about. He added two more weaknesses to be exploited by his enemies.

You sighed, “Stop making it sound like you loved me.”

“I do love you.”

You turned to him utterly shocked to have heard him confess in such a matter of fact way.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Dok2 tried to keep calm under your scrutiny but in reality, he was going crazy reprimanding himself internally for saying it at all.

“I just- I can’t believe it.” For years you hoped to hear those words. “I don’t understand you at all Joonkyung. Why would you suddenly fall in love with me now? Is it only because of Leo? Are you worried I’ll run away with him once you settle things with AOMG? Or are you trying to get Leo to like you by using me?” You tightly held onto the seatbelt bracing yourself for disappointment.

“You are much more paranoid than I am.” Dok2 chuckled, he knew it wasn’t appropriate for the situation but it was impossible to hide his amusement. Had he been so cruel to you? Enough for you to believe he would use you to gain favor with Leo. “I loved you before Leo was born, before you left, before you even realized your own feelings for me I knew what my feelings for you...”

But he never dared to voice them.

He was concerned by the repercussions.

The car grew silent once more as you both processed the situation. You didn’t speak up until you were at the gates waiting for them to open and let you in.

“Then why didn’t you tell me before?” It would have made a world of a difference if he had spoken these words to you back then.

Dok2′s heart stilled greeted by the sight of Kylie propped against her car waiting with arm’s crossed. “Because of her.”

-end-

A/N: DRAMA coming up next! Also sorry if it got creepy for a bit with the whole cjamm scene lol.

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sodoyouknowbts · 6 years

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Twelve)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series.

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Twelve

You stare blankly at the water filter through the litre bottle on the kitchen table. You had a splitting headache and the paracetamol you’d downed earlier hadn’t quite taken effect yet.

One missed call notification waits on your phone when you head back to your bedroom.

Curious, you play the voicemail message that had been left along with it. It’s Sasha and she wants to talk. Hands linger over the call back button and you decide instead, to shove your phone into your tote bag and throw it on the bed. You’d call her back later.

You head over to the bathroom and stand there with your hands on your hips as you observe what appeared to be Yoongi’s parker on your body. Frowning, you crouch down to get a toothbrush from under the basin. There aren’t any. You swore yesterday there were. You stand up.

There’s a newly opened toothbrush sitting on the bathroom sink.

That’s right. Yoongi had brushed my teeth last night. You laugh at the thought. Turning on the tap, you rinse it under the water and apply a thin coat of toothpaste, shoving it into your mouth. You gaze at the olive green parker. It’s zipped up to your chin and you wonder how that happened. You stop brushing your teeth and begin to unzip it just a little. That’s when you suddenly remember that you’d done it yourself.

Sighing, you spit out the minty toothpaste and gargle. You wipe the droplets of water from the corners of your mouth with a small hand towel. You go to exit but your eyes catch the bathtub. You’d been sitting on the edge when he’d brushed your teeth for you and you had -

Oh god.

A memory of your lips on Yoongi’s surfaces.

You had practically pulled him down onto you. You feel a mix of regret and nervousness bubble in your gut and your find your hands covering your lips.

“Time for you to go, you’ll be late for your bus if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror!” Your dad calls out to you from the kitchen.

“Coming!” you yell out, your voice shaking. You rush back to the bedroom and that’s when another memory surfaces. You’d clung to his arm like a child and not let him go until you’d fallen asleep.

Groaning, you grab your tote bag and sling it over your shoulder. One last look is all you give your room before you race out to the kitchen to bid your father goodbye.

Yoongi is leaning against the bus stop, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

He’d gone and slept on the couch that night - or at least, he had tried to. He’d spent the whole sleepless night laying on the uncomfortable lounge thinking of that fateful day in the snow. What had you been doing there? Was it fate or was it pre-meditated? What were the chances you’d save him when he was younger and he was responsible for looking after you now, so many years on.

Yoongi replayed that day over and over in his mind until eventually, sleep had taken him. Morning rose and so had your father, who had trudged through the house from his bedroom to the kitchen. Yoongi had sat up, one arm lingering on the back of the couch as he watched your father begin to boil the kettle and stuff a teaspoon into a large tin of instant coffee.

He’d recognised your father instantly as the man he had delivered the parcel to, on behalf of the custodian. Your father was older, but still had the same air about him.

Yoongi can feel you approaching and quickly straightens up.

“Morning,” he says, playing it cool.

“H-hi,” you say, uncertain.

Yoongi doesn’t allude to anything that had transgressed between the two of you last night and you quietly take a seat on the cold silver bench. You’re there, playing with the fraying material on your jeans, mind so far away from where you were - that you don’t notice the bus is heading down the street.

“You coming?” he asks.

He’s standing at the open door, urging you to get on.

“Y-Yeah, coming.” You rush toward the bus, getting on. It jerks off and you stumble forwards. Yoongi’s arms wrap around you to steady you and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. You’re thankful it’s an almost empty bus and quickly take a seat before your legs give way.

Yoongi decides to sit across from you and you do your best to keep your eyes focused out of the window. Were you really going to sit there like that for three hours?

A sinking feeling develops in your stomach.

Yoongi gazes at you. If he had the power to read minds, which he didn’t, he would have been able to see you re-living that moment over and over in your mind. Granted, it was written on your face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m fine.” you laugh awkwardly. How would you dress this? Although, come to think of it, the both of you had been pulled together in equally as awkward situations. Like that time he’d appeared in your bed and you’d woken up together. Or that time you had slipped on water in his kitchen and pulled him down with you by his towel and he was completely naked on top of you. Or like that time he -

“Sorry, I need to go. My new assignment is calling for me.” his voice interrupts your thoughts.

“W-what?”

Before he can answer you, he disappears in a flash before your eyes. You sit there, a little surprised. You tentatively reach out a hand in the blank space in front of you. He had definitely gone.

New assignment?

Sasha sighs as she stirs the foam on her cappuccino.

“Kang Sang-Ho, he was holding another gentleman’s night - like he usually does. Honestly - ” she says as she drops the spoon down on the side plate. “ - he always just does whatever the heck he wants. It’s exhausting. He’s been getting so high and so drunk. More government officials have been coming along now, too.” she trails off and you nod, scribbling on your notepad. “Some new faces I haven’t seen around before.”

You were situated in a small cafe hidden behind a large fiddle-leaf fig, away from the crowd. Sasha was wearing a cap and large sunglasses that covered most of her face.

You weren’t sure if just covering the story with a statement from just Sasha was going to be enough.

“Did you recognise them?” you ask.

“Do you think anyone is really going to believe just me?” she asks, not listening to your question. “They have money and we don’t. They all end up hiring former judges as their lawyers anyway to represent them in court. It’s all the same.”

She had a point. Knowing the connections between Judge Park Ji Hoon and Kang Sang-Ho, it was inevitable that they’d dabble. You’d have to find a way of separating the judge from his other clients.

“Then we will just have to prove that some of the judiciary are in on it too.” you say, determined. “We just need more information.”

She looks at you and pulls a face.

“I’m not sure that my story will be enough -” she says.

“It will be fine,” you reassure her.

“You know what to look out for more than me, maybe you need to be there. Somehow.”

“How, what do you mean?”

“Maybe you should pretend to be me. Like cover one of my shifts, or something.”

She sits upright and pulls her chair in. Sasha pulls her sunglasses down so they sit lower on the bridge of her nose. “You should. You should go undercover, infiltrate and get the information you need. You keep up to date with the news, you’d know all the key players. You could ask the right questions. And then write an exposure!”

“Exposé?”

“Yes, that!”

You watch as she clicks her fingers and slides her sunglasses back up her nose. You can’t help but think maybe she’s onto something.

“Hey Jackson,” you say, answering your phone.

“Got a sec?” he asks.

“Number 93?” the lady behind the counter at the bubble tea store calls out.

You stick up your hand and walk over to the counter to collect it.

“Sure,” you say as you rest your mobile between your ear and your right shoulder. You pull the wrapper off your bubble tea straw and take another hand to steady your uji matcha milk tea. This could go one of two ways, successfully or a milky mess all over the counter.

“Listen, I was reading through some old case files. A few names kept re-appearing.”

You let out a shakey breath as you manage to puncture the plastic film of your bubble tea without spilling it. You grab your phone in your hand and collect the tea off the counter, taking a sip.

“So I did a bit more research,” Jackson continues, “and it turns out that there was a bit of a pattern. Quite a number of them were from the same company. Kang Sang-Ho’s company. While daddy’s been unwell, he’s been racking up quite a lot of incident records. Not to mention that they always seem to get the same judge overseeing any of the company’s court cases - be it any of the offences relating to the deputy CEO or minor ticket offences.”

“The prodigal rich son is at it again.”

“Seems like it,” Jackson agrees.

“Remind me why you’re always so keen to assist with things like this?” you ask as you push the door of the bubble tea store open with your hip and step outside.

“You know me,” Jackson says, “I hate favouritism. Besides, I’m a modern day Batman.”

“Except you’re not rich and don’t have a jawline that could cut cheese.”

“Wow, don’t hold back much do you?” Jackson laughs, “Anyway, how’s the rest of your investigation going?”

You sip through the straw and swallow. “Better now - that information is great, Jackson. If you can, keep the records and the list of names. I’ll get it from you this weekend? All of this just adds to it, strengthens the case. I just need something else - another lead.”

You spot Hoseok across the street and wave hello to him.

“I think I have a good idea of how to get it too,” you say, as you watch Hoseok bounce on his feet as he waits for the crosswalk to turn green. “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll speak soon.” You hang up.

“Hey!” Hoseok greets you with a smile and a hug. “So what are we doing?”

“Clothes, I need your help to choose some clothes.”

Hoseok frowns. “I don’t really think this is your style...” he says, his arms folded as he tilts his head.

You tug at the already short leather skirt in an effort to pull it further down towards your knees.

“What’s this for again?” he asks.

“A friend’s birthday - dress up.” You lie, “Sort of risqué chic?”

You wonder if you shouldn’t have just asked your friend to help out, instead. Or even Sasha - if anyone knew the brief, it would be her. Then again, Hoseok was really good at finding clothes for you, and your current wardrobe was pretty conservative, mostly mid-length pleated skirts and jeans and hoodies.

“Alright, the leather works. Just match it with a silk top.” he says.

You nod slowly and Hoseok quickly rushes out to search for one. A few moments later and he’s back with a nice burgundy spaghetti strap number with a slightly draped neckline. Again he’d pulled through with the goods.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner tonight?” Hoseok asks as you close the change room door and pull off the tight skirt and change into your jeans.

“It’s fine Hoseok,” You say, bundling the skirt and top in your arms and opening the door. You didn’t really feel like

“Come on, you won’t even have to stay for long. Just try some of the pasta I made earlier today.”

“Hoseok - I’d really just -”

“You owe me for this favour, so come over for dinner tonight.” he says. He’s adamant.

He must have noted your uncertainty when he adds, “Yoongi won’t be home tonight.”

Hoseok lied.

Although, to give him credit - Yoongi had come home unexpectedly. You had been drying the last plate when Yoongi had unlocked the front door and taken off his shoes. You’d frozen, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him - no texts, no calls. Nothing, not since the awkwardness on the bus.

Yoongi glances at the kitchen. He knows you’re there. He’d known as soon as he’d hit the second street from his house.

He didn’t want to reach out to you the past few days. Instead he had decided to distance himself after the kiss, but most importantly because he hadn’t quite figured out what the custodian had meant.

The air is a little awkward but Yoongi greets you all the same.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You turn back to the plate you’re drying. You get on your tip toes to stack it on the second shelf above the kitchen sink but you can’t seem to reach. Yoongi takes the plate in his hands and you pause, your eyes locking onto his. You slowly let go of it and he reaches up with ease, places it on the pile and closes the cupboard door.

“Thanks.” you breathe.

He just shrugs and places his bag of beer on the table in the dining room.

“Where’s Hoseok?” he asks.

“On the roof...”

“What’s he doing on the roof?”

“He said he had a private call to take - work.”

Yoongi nods and says nothing as he unloads the beers into the fridge.

You bite your lip. You were done, as far as the dishes were concerned.

“Alright, well - I better get going.” you say, wiping your hands on the tea towel and hanging it back up on the oven door.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Yoongi asks.

“No, it’s fine.” you suggest.

“It’s no trouble,” he says, standing straight and closing the door. “Besides, I haven’t seen you for a while.”

I wonder why.

“Seriously, it’s okay I’ll -”

“It’s late. I’ll take you home.”

Yoongi waits by the kitchen sink. He’s leaning against it, watching you collect a bag of shopping and your tote bag from the couch. You walk to the front door of the apartment and slide your shoes on.

Yoongi follows you down the hall. You go to open the door to the apartment but he reaches in front of you and closes it gently.

“We’ll go home the easy way.” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder.

In a whirl, you find yourself standing in the kitchen of your house.

You take a breath, you still weren’t quite used to Yoongi’s preferred method of transportation.

Your house is a little bit of a mess, your laptop is open on the kitchen counter and there’s papers, photographs and news clippings everywhere.

Yoongi frowns, picking up a piece of paper. His eyes scan a few of the words.

“Are you still working on that story?” he asks, placing the paper down.

“Huh? Yeah, I guess so.” You respond, taking off your shoes.

“You know, you shouldn’t get too involved in that.”

Yoongi had been doing some research of his own, too. He still wasn’t quite sure what the custodian had meant by his comment regarding your life and so he had taken it upon himself to do a little digging into the case.

“Why not? I’ve been following that case for a while.”

Yoongi had been busy the past few days and had met up with Hye Ra, who had been assigned to Sasha. And he didn’t like what he had heard from her.

“You don’t have to get so deep into every case you come across.” he says.

You frown at him. What was his point?

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He sighs. “Just that you should probably cover something a little less dangerous?”

“What? I’m a reporter. That’s my job.” You’re feeling a bit hurt by his comment - especially after everything you’d cried about a few days before.

“You’re only going to get yourself into trouble -”

“Isn’t that what I have you for, to look after me and to keep me out of trouble?” You’re feeling defensive.

Yoongi considers what to say in response but before he can reply, his phone begins to buzz. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers it.

You narrow your eyes. You can hear a voice. It’s sweet. A little too sweet. She sounds like she’s crying. Maybe it’s his new assignment.

“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.” he says and he hangs up.

You watch as he puts the phone back into the pocket of his pants.

“You should go.” you suggest, your voice heavy. “It sounds urgent.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m fine - thank you for taking me home. As you can see, I won’t be getting into much trouble, not tonight anyway.” you say, your fist a tight by your side. “You better get to your other assignment.”

Yoongi sighs and without saying anything more, he disappears.

To be continued

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