𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi

;) sorry this one is rushed but i hope it's still enjoyable

"I want to protect you."

You blink twice at Yoongi, folding your arms sceptically over your chest. After your most recent outing into the streets, your father doesn't trust someone with your fame roaming around without protection. So what if a couple of girls asked for a photo? It's not like they were demanding it with you at gun point.

But whatever.

To humour him, you decided to allow him to introduce you to some bodyguards who are specially trained in fighting. After the meeting, you are to pick one to have by your side every minute of the day.

That leaves you with Yoongi; the shortest and most odd looking boy out of the bunch. If he was going for eye catching, he succeeded with his pale blue hair and bored expression. It drew you in, that's for sure.

"And why exactly do you want to do that?"

He smirks, quickly covering it up with a clear of his throat. "Someone as dainty as you needs someone around, right? That's why daddy dearest is holding this little arrangement."

You grimace at the slight dig and turn to your father with a sweet smile. "Yoongi. I think he'll be a great bodyguard."

A straight lie.

In all honesty, Yoongi seems like the laid back kind of person who doesn't care what you will do which means that you'll still have your freedom.

Only you forget that first impressions aren't always the right ones.

Over the next few weeks, Yoongi is pretty much silent as he follows behind you and makes sure things don't go wrong when you leave your home. It irks you that he's oddly good at his job and the complete opposite of what you wanted.

The night before, you came into his room and asked if he would accompany you to the club tomorrow.

"Do I have a choice?" was his reply. You giggled and shook your head while closing the door behind you.

So now, you two stand at the entrance of a club, arms linked to make it seem like you're together.

He releases you once you enter and tells you where he'll be watching from. You nod, hiding the fact that you wanted to dance with him. You watch closely as he chooses a seat by the bar and sends you a nod.

"Stupid dwarf, doesn't get that I want to dance with him," you mumble, swaying as you step onto the dance floor. A few guys eye you hungrily, biting down on their lip as you send them a wink.

So naturally, they follow you.

You grumble in discomfort as one pushes into your front, the other at the back. This is not what you had in mind.

Looking over in a panic, a shocked gasp leaves your mouth as you realise that Yoongi is no longer in his seat.

"Let go of her or I will smash your heads against the wall with a baseball bat, set you on fire and crap in your mouth while you fry like a fucking piece of rotten bacon."

They immediately back off, spitting out remarks on his mental health before turning their backs to him. He sighs painfully and gathers you in his arms, swaying gently to the fast paced music.

"You truly are trouble."

You snicker, wrapping your arms around Yoongi's neck. "You chose the job, dumb bitch."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?"