In two contrasting worlds inhabited by two divergent souls, one radiates an aura of self-love, pride, and yet, a gentle heart, while the other seethes like a volatile volcano, overflowing with a short temper, boundless wealth, and an array of vices...
As evening descended and the sky darkened with the onset of rain, Yoongi trudged home, his spirits dampened by yet another rejection in his job hunt. Lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he observed a happy family enjoying the rain nearby. The laughter of the little girl pierced through his melancholy, reminding him of the absence of his own parents.
Suddenly, his attention was snapped back to reality as he witnessed the perilous situation unfolding before him— that little girl stranded in the middle of the road with a car hurtling towards her. Without a moment's hesitation, Yoongi sprang into action, racing towards the girl and shielding her with his own body.
The screech of brakes filled the air as the car came to a halt just inches away from them. A wave of relief washed over Yoongi as he realized the girl was safe. However, his relief was short-lived as the car door swung open, revealing a furious young man—a prince, by the looks of it—whose anger seemed palpable.
Before Yoongi could utter a word, the girl's parents rushed over, expressing their gratitude and apologizing for their daughter's reckless behavior.
Yoongi's words were gentle yet firm as he reassured, "It's okay, there's no need to thank me. Taking care of others is just part of my responsibility. Hey there, little one, are you feeling alright? Please promise me you won't put yourself in danger like that again, okay?"
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(A/U-Imagine this photo, but at night with rain.)
The baby girl nodded, replying softly, "Okiy, Oppa," and planted a kiss on Yoongi's cheek, A small blush adorned Yoongi's cheek as he felt the faint brush of the baby girl's lips. He couldn't help but smile at her affectionate gesture before turning his attention back to the young prince, still concerned about his apparent anger.
As they departed, Yoongi's gaze shifted towards the angered prince. Sensing the hostility emanating from the young boy, Yoongi approached him cautiously.
"Um, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Yoongi inquired with genuine concern in his voice, hoping to defuse any tension that lingered.
What the hell is happening here? You people are literally a waste of time, wasting my damn expensive time!" Hoseok's voice boomed with frustration, directed squarely at Yoongi. Yoongi, taken aback by the sudden hostility, attempted to defuse the situation with a calm response.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down dude. I was just helping that poor girl who was about to be hit by your car," he said, his voice steady despite the rising tension.
But Hoseok remained unconvinced, accusing Yoongi of ulterior motives. "Helping my ass! You poor people are just trying to extort money from rich folks by creating scenes like this. I'm not that stupid."
Yoongi's disbelief was palpable. "Dude, what the heck are you talking about?" he exclaimed incredulously.
With a dismissive wave, Hoseok thrust a bundle of money into Yoongi's hands. "I don't have all night for your nonsense. Just tell me how much you want, i know you never seen this lots of money.!" he said, his frustration & anger is evident.
Yoongi's eyes widened at the sight of the money, but his pride wouldn't allow him to accept it(A/u- Why the hell he will accept that?). "Hello, Mr. Arrogant. I also don't have the whole night to argue with your so-called thinking. Take your money and be on your way," he said, returning the bundle to Hoseok.
Before turning to leave, Yoongi approached Hoseok once more. "I hope we never meet again," he said firmly, a hint of defiance in his voice.
As Yoongi walked away, Hoseok stood there, stunned by the encounter. It was the first time someone had refused his money and also arguing with him so boldly. Despite his initial anger, a sense of respect began to stir within him as he watched Yoongi leave with a proud smile on his face. Perhaps there was more to this encounter than meets the eye.
After Yoongi's departure, Hoseok found himself haunted by the memory of the cute boy, his presence lingering in the corridors of Hoseok's mind like an unyielding specter.
"Will our paths never intertwine once more?" Hoseok mused, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he entertained the possibility of their future encounter.
I will ensure we meet again, baby boy," Hoseok declared with steely resolve, his voice carrying the weight of determination. "Your facade of pride will crumble, and you'll rue the day you dared to challenge me. I'll make sure you kneel before me.
