Pretty Boy✔️

Part 4

"How the hell do you know him?" You mumble, staring straight into his eyes once more. You were determined to hold your ground and not look away. Determined to show you weren't afraid of Min Yoongi. But you failed.

You were afraid. He was terrifying. He was so very handsome and so very intimidating. You just wanted to drool over him but at the same time you wanted to run away for your life.

You gulp as his face grows irritated and he puts his hands in his pockets. He clearly didn't like the amount of questions you were asking. You felt like you should apologise but you knew you've done nothing wrong. You look down at the pavement and the space between you and take a small step back from him. You hear him scoff at you and you sigh, raising your head to look at him. This time, you don't look in his eyes. You just focus on those perfectly shaped, soft lips you so badly wanted to kiss. His lips part slightly and you draw in a deep breath.

Maybe staring at his lips wasn't helpful either. You watch as the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk. Damn it was sexy. You feel a hot sensation burning within you so you instantly look away from him.

"I don't need to tell you how I know him." Yoongi growled softly. He spoke in a half mumble half growl sort of tone that vibrated his voice and caused him to purr when he extended his words. It was so hot. Everything about him was attractive and it wasn't good. He was clearly bad but he was clearly also good.

"You don't need to tell me, but I want to know." You gulp down your fears and slowly look up to his eyes once more. He sighed and rolled his eyes before he pulled his hand out of his jeans and swept that blinding blonde mop back off his head. Suddenly, he was a billion times more attractive.

You could feel yourself internally fangirling over him and you knew you needed to stop but you couldn't help it. The only thing that put it on pause was when those slicing black eyes focused on yours once again.

"No, you don't want to know. I have places to be." The blonde says deeply before pushing past you, disappearing into a large group of people who were crossing the road. You groan internally that you've now lost your eye candy but also let out a sigh of relief because you could finally breathe now.

A splat of rain lands on the street in front of you, followed by another and soon they were everywhere. You quickly pull the hood of your jacket up and run to your fathers apartment which wasn't far from the library. You rush inside, breathing heavily from running but don't see him in the main room. You fall silent and you hear faint mumbling in the back. You smile, knowing he must be talking to himself but your smile fades instantly when you hear him speak.

"Min Yoongi.... Min Yoongi. Where the fuck are you, you little devil?" He mutters to himself. You silently move through the house towards where his office was and open the door slowly. You spot the big bad board which now had six additions, surrounding the blonde's photo. Scattered on your fathers desk was mixed photos of the seven men with different coloured hair in different places. If you didn't know that he was a private investigator, you'd think he's a stalker.

"Why are you looking for Min Yoongi?" You suddenly speak up, your tone soft and higher pitched then if you were to speak to a normal person. You were always so much kinder to your father, no matter what he had done in the past. He jumps at the sound of your voice and the papers in his hands were sent flying into the air. You quickly helped him collect them, constantly apologising and catching glimpses of the photos of those boys.

"He's a bad man. How do you know his name?" You father suddenly asks you as you lean on his desk. You gulp and stare up at the ceiling for a moment.

"I've just heard the name around." You mutter a lie and your father sighs irritated. He must have been hoping that you would say you knew where he was and that was true- he was at the tattoo shop down the road.

"If you ever, ever meet him. Run as fast as you can and don't look back. He's dangerous." Your Father mutters as he bends down to grab something. You hum a response and bite your lip, now worried. You'd seen him three times now and he hasn't hurt you yet. He saved you in fact. He can't be that dangerous, right?