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yoongi - request

thank you Ellie_pavlidou for requesting, i hope you enjoy!

You know it's stupid to roaming the streets at this hour but it's certainly a thrill to be doing so.

You see, as a foreign exchange student, you've paid close attention to all the negative sides of Korea as your time there has yet to show you any. A friend of yours brought up the mafia, asking if you had heard of the recent attacks. You had shaken your head, asking her to elaborate.

"God, Y/N," your friend had gasped, "it's important to be watching these things. What if something happens to you?"

"Sorry," you sheepishly mumbled, looking back up at her to signal her to continue.

"There are mafias all over Korea. Small, big, whatever, they're all dangerous. There are two main ones over here that occasionally battle each other out. KO and —I can't believe I'm explaining this to you now—Bangtan," she explained, using wild hand gestures to get her story across.

"Someone from KO challenged the boss of Bangtan. We don't know the boss' name or what he looks like. Some say that he's got tattoos running up his neck and others say he's a ghost. Only rumours, I'm assuming. Just last night, Bangtan shot down at least four members of KO. We're all just waiting for the next attack but the police have said everyone should be inside, ok? Stay. Inside," she ordered, sending you a warning look.

You, of course, didn't listen.

Zipping your jacket up, you enter a dodgy looking side of town, an uncomfortable feeling sending goosebumps down your limbs. You stop and turn, puffing out your cheeks when you see nothing there.

You continue to walk forward despite everything in you telling you to go back.

A sharp right turn leads you into an alley, it's walls decorated with graffiti. Your mouth falls open in awe, eyes raking over each corner to admire the beauty of this work. Your head snaps to the entrance of the alley when you spot a figure running right towards you, faint lights following slowly behind 'it.'

As the figure gets closer, you realise that it's a guy, your hands starting to tremble. His mask makes it hard for you to make out the features on his face but his eyes stick out. Deep and electrifying, they pull you in, captivating you so much that a breathless gasp leaves your mouth.

The man reaches you, grabbing your shoulders to push you against the wall. You stammer for words, losing them completely when he pulls his mask down. The first thing you notice are the angry swirls of black ink rising up his neck.

"Wait," you start with your eyes widening in realisation, only to be shut up by his lips on yours.

The kiss is messy and emotionless, the both of you just standing still with your lips pressed against each other. He moves his lips slowly, occasionally looking back at the cops that are slowing approaching the entrance.

You find it completely out of character that you haven't tried to get him off you and turn him in.

You feel his hands slide down to your waist, gripping your skin as you clutch the front of his shirt. He smiles into the kiss, pushing you harder up against the cold brick. You let out a small grunt because of the impact, your breath hitching in your throat as he presses butterfly kisses down your neck.

"Anything down there?" You hear from good distance away, your mind too busy exaggerating how good this stranger's lips feel against your neck.

"No, just a couple of kids," is the reply that comes soon after. The man doesn't stop, his teeth nipping gently at your skin as his bites turn into long and wet kisses. You hiss, hands entangling themselves in his hair.