Personal Guard | m.yoongi

now who ' s got the power over the other and the upper hand , yui ?

"Told you Tae and Kookie can get it on no matter what," Jimin whispered in my ear as I pulled him into his room, shutting the door for Taehyung and Jungkook quietly.

"Yeah, let's not disturb them," I shut Jimin's door as well, pushing him onto the bed to lay down. "You will stay here and rest, sleep, whatever the fuck. Do not even go to think that you have to leave us or leave this world because of what happened. I will sort things out, no matter what it takes," I told him as he shook his head frantically, reaching out towards me.

"No, you can't! You can't end our contract together!!" Jimin cried harder.

I didn't say that.

But I sure as hell could use it.

"I won't leave you guys if you don't leave us, got it?" I asked him as he nodded rapidly.

"I do, I do, I promise!"

"Then I promise too," I wanted Jimin to sleep off the worries and concerns he had since he was panicking too much now and I didn't want his mind to race with possibilities.

I let a whistle out, making sure that its frequency would reach Saint's ears.

He gave a bark, running into the room through the small crack of the door. I patted the bed beside Jimin as he hopped up, curling himself with Jimin as Jimin smiled up at me.

"Tha-"

"It's what I do, my prince," I brushed his hair back, my gaze going to his skin that was showing as I snapped my eyes away.

Letting a deep breath out, I left the room to let him rest, going back to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, seeing that there were no visible marks except for one. Jimin had no marks over him either, and I didn't either except for the one over my neck.

It wasn't obvious, it was extremely faint and you couldn't tell unless you knew what had happened and that they were there or shoved your face into my neck.

So the only thing that could've angered Yoongi was the kiss.

Oh, wait there was my outfit as well.

And the place I was at wearing it.

And what I was doing there.

And all the eyes on me, especially male eyes.

What else?

Maybe the beaten, bruised, and bloody Yui?

Nah.

I didn't bother to change my clothes since Yoongi had already seen them as I went down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok stood up from his seat as I waved him off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. You six look after each other. Boss," I called him as we locked eyes. "You know what to do to protect them," I nodded at him as he groaned.

"You're leaving me here with these six?" He pouted as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm their personal guard, I protect all seven of them at all times. Right now there's only six with me, that means that I clearly need to get my ass to the seventh and get him out of danger," I spoke, going out the door as everyone gave me worried waves.

It hadn't been long so they should still be there.

I ran through the streets, turning the corner as the club came up and I pushed my way in. I saw the crowd still keep up its hype, not caring for what had happened. Either that, or far too drunk to even notice what happened.