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CHAPTER 2 | Capture

"Min Yoongi?" You quirk a brow. An unfamiliar name it is, but it rolls off your tongue with ease. The blonde man's lips curl into a smirk, holding his cigarette low on his thigh with pale hands.

After hearing no further comment from the mysterious male, your expression darkens. "What's your business?"

Yoongi glances to you from the side, sauntering to the brick wall you lean upon with lazy strides. He lays himself against the wall with a low sigh. "Can't tell you that, sweetheart."

Your lips form a tight line. Does he not take you seriously? Something about this 'Min Yoongi' guy is really starting to piss you off.

"So, you just come out of God-knows-where and expect me to not ask questions?" You speak with a growl, figure hunched over as you [E/C] eyes glower to your cigarette, which sits rather punily in your long fingers. "What kind of fool would believe such a thing?"

"Fool?" He chuckles, looking away. The damp air grows more heavy, yet a sense of caution mingles with each breath you take. Your body is tense as his cat-eyes observe the ground.

You open your mouth to speak, but are cut off by the sound of footsteps. They come in hurried thumps, growing nearer with each stomp. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes widening as your heart leaps.

You flinch off the battered brick wall just as men clad in black appear just feet away at the entrance of the alleyway, golden and purple city lights dancing menacingly on their big and broad bodies. Already getting into a stance to book it, you take hasty steps backwards as they shout loudly.

You glance behind you to Yoongi. He's already stomping out his cigarette with a tired smirk.

"Ready to run, princess?" he taunts, the men wasting no time and already on their way. Nervously, you stitch your eyebrows together seriously, but with the ever-so-slight hint of excitement.

"I see you've taken a liking to that nickname," you mumble observably, eyes zeroing in on the fast approaching men with no true consideration to the newly-met blond man's antics.

Said man shrugs just as you peer to him once more, his thin pink lips curled up into a grin. Before you know it, he's already off in a sprint. Backpedaling, you throw your cigarette carelessly to the wet asphalt, murky skies gleaming under your figure as you turn to follow Yoongi. 'Here we go again.'

Heart hammering against your chest, you're welcomed once more with the sensation of cold air biting your skin. Your stomach churns as you run, not daring to look back as tuffs of Yoongi's blond hair bounces side to side in front of you. Even as lightheadedness grows and overexertion settles into your bones, you mutter no complaint at the thrill of being chased again.

Like a horde of elephants flooding in, the men, who appear to be in a group of four, tail you with overwhelming speed. You find yourself panting as you push your legs to carry you farther, following Yoongi as he makes a turn at the exit of the gloomy alleyway.