Kill For Me || BTS

20

Jin stared at the mint coloured man standing in front of him in disbelief, mouth wide open.

"Actually?" He asked, bewildered and Yoongi nodded grudgingly.

"Really?" Jimin's eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes," Yoongi repeated.

Seriously?" Jungkook stood right in front of the shorter man, looking into his eyes.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"Yes, everyone, I'm going to listen to her. Now stop asking me before I change my mind." The man snapped, and all three members shut their mouths at once.

Yoongi ran his hand through his hair tiredly, looking outside the window to see you training outside, kicking a dummy.

Let's see what you've got to say, Y/N. Don't make me regret my decision.

**
You smiled happily at the target in front of you, your muscles aching and sweat dripping down your forehead. Although you hurt everywhere, you felt more strong.
I should train as much as I can, gotta make sure all those ramen bowls get put into muscle.

You thought to yourself gleefully, patting your toned stomach a bit.

A rustling noise brought your attention behind you and your head turned around, curious to see who had come.
Surprise went over you as your eyes caught Yoongi standing sheepishly behind you, his sharp eyes calculating your movements.
"Training hard, huh?" Yoongi drawled and you nodded, bowing in greeting. The man bowed in response before he stared at you with a hint of a challenge in his eyes.

"I'll help. Hit me."
You raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I thought you hated me or something."

The man sighed, sticking his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
"Why is everyone questioning my actions today? Yes, I'll help you, now come on, I'm getting impatient."

And with that you lunged for the man, a dagger already making its way to his lower body.
Of course, Yoongi easily dodged the move with a gummy grin, hair messily tousled now from the movement.

"Again."
You used your other hand this time, twirling the knives dangerously and sending them all flying towards him, your right hand shoving the man back and making him lose his balance.

Yoongi kicked upwards in a streak, all the knives you had flung clattering to the ground as they were countered with the metal heel on the back of his specially designed shoes.

You continued to batter Yoongi head on with punches, throws and kicks and each time the man blocked all these hits with ease, whether it be him waving back and forth between knives or countering with his own strong blows. The man bobbed to a sort of rhythm, all his movements having a flow with the previous.

It was evident that Yoongi was giving little effort during this, and by the time you had run out of knives, you were panting with exertion.

Yoongi stepped away, holding a single hand up as to signal the ending of the session. He nodded at your figure. "Good job. You did better than I expected, Y/N."
You dipped your head in respect at his words. Yoongi obviously wasn't one to give compliments all the time, and knowing that he was from BTS, you took it to heart.

Even though this man is a pain in the ass, he is part of BTS and is one of the most dangerous men in the world.

The man tilt his head.
"You're stronger than you look, that's for sure. But a point to keep in mind."

He paused before gesturing to the knives laying scattered on the floor.

"It's obvious your strengths are in far range attacks. When you hit me, for example, a punch or a kick, don't give the single motion all of your energy. You're fast, so if you use numerous softer hits and be more agile, than you'll be able to tired out your foe, and," Yoongi paused to point at your heaving chest,