BTS Oneshots

Yoongi // High School Sweetheart pt.3

"What the fuck?" You gaped, out of all the people she went to highschool with she was not expecting the next modern day mozart who spat fire to run a gang. She had envisioned him to be some sort of person who would play piano at formal events and weddings- Not going around, killing people.

"I'm the leader of a gang? Didn't you hear me correctly?" He raised a brow.

"You were such a nice kid in school, until you stepped into a rap battle and then-"

"Wait you were there for my rap battles?" His eyes widened, in shock and embarrassment. You nodded and he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "Well there goes my scary facade." He chuckled lowly.

"We all know you're a sweet piano playing teddy bear." You teased softly. He laughed quietly.

"I'm not sweet, or at least not as sweet as you think I am. I'm sweet in the sense I've saved your life several times before now and you wouldn't have even noticed." He hummed and focused on his nails, acting uninterested. "I've saved your lame ass from being stalked, kidnapped, spiked. You name it and I've stopped it."

"What?" Your eyes widened.

"Example number one, your birthday this year you went out clubbing, you barely drank which I'm proud of, but you were walking home. My men informed me that there seemed to be a strange man following you and had been for numerous days, so I took him out. I don't mean killed him-" You stared at him in pure horror. "I took him here, I warned him - so to say - not to stalk you or any other girls. He hasn't since... I'd like to see myself as a sort of... reformer. I make people into better people by being how I am now-"

He was cut off when you barreled into him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you..." You whispered softly, his arms hesitantly came around you, hugging you back softly.

"It's nothing-"

"How long have you been protecting me for?"

"Since we left high school and I became a gang leader." He hummed softly. You tightened your hug.

"Thank-"

"Jesus Y/N, you're going to break my ribs." He chuckled.

"I'm trying to be nice, and thank you. But no, someone cares more about their ribs." You pulled away from the hug with a teasing grin.

"I need these ribs in good shape so I can move around and protect you." He laughed softly, his gummy smile showing. "Because somebody is basically a danger magnet."