BTS Oneshots

Yoongi // High School Sweetheart // pt. 2

You were lead into an extravagant house, the men that attempted robbing the bank surrounding you as other men glared, winked and tried approaching you.

They lead you up a grand staircase, before twisting and winding down long corridors until you reached double doors.

The men knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

"Come in." The male inside spoke. You swore you recognised the voice, you just couldn't remember where.

The men opened the door and let you step in first. Your eyes widened at the size of the room, never mind the decoration of the room and just in front of the glass windows there sat a desk, a black haired man sat there with a cold look.

You remembered now.

"Yoongi?" You asked softly.

Min Yoongi, your first high school boyfriend and your last. The relationship lasted two years before you two called it off due to you moving away.

"Ah, Y/N. Long time no see." He looked at the men waiting patiently behind you. "You can leave us be."

The men left swiftly and he stood from his chair and walked over to you.

"What brings you here?" He asked quietly.

"I happened to be at a bank, and those men attempted robbery of the bank." You spoke softly, a cold glare in your own eyes. "Did you know they tried taking me as hostage, with a gun against my head?"

His eyes widened slightly.

"Those bastards. They know you're on the no harm list." He spat, the slightly caring side of him had completely vanished as he reached for his waistband and grabbed a gun.

"T-That's not necessary!" You cried out quickly, your hands pushing his so he put the gun back in its holster. "I'm fine and I'm alive-"

"They could've killed you!"

"But they didn't. What happened to you? What's the no harm list and why am I on it?"

"Nothing happened to me. The no harm list is a list of those that I wish my men not to harm in anyway." He spoke quietly. "You're on it because I wanted you to be on it."

You decided not to push that topic any further.

"I meant what happened here? What is this?" You gestured.

"Oh this? This is my gang." He grinned.