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Yoongi - Mafia au

Yoongi watched as you moved through the crowd, head kept low and shoulders squished together as if trying to make yourself as small as possible. He had been watching you for a while now, but to be quite frank he wasn't sure about his intentions anymore. Sure, your parents did owe him a lot of money, but you didn't even know them. That meant he wasn't even sure your parents would care if he did something to you. Not just that... He enjoyed watching you go on with your mundane, normal, boring life. It brought a sense of calmness to him; he had found himself many times escaping the stress of business into thoughts about what you might be doing.

There was a man following you, one that by first glance made Yoongi scowl as he leaned forward in his seat. The man touched your back, you in return shrugging it off and fastening the pace. Yoongi lost sight of the two of you and for a while his eyes wandered around the crowded nightclub, only half listening to whatever the person speaking to him was saying. What little attention he had for the person disintegrated as his eyes found you again. From his place in the vip area he could see the scene from slightly above, and he quickly noticed that same douchebag from before making his way towards where you were standing. Yoongi moved before thinking. Jimin, his close friend and who had become a sort of bodyguard to him, darted after him but struggled to catch up because of the older's determined movements. The man had his greasy hands on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as you squirmed, clearly uncomfortable and close to in distress.

"What do you think you're doing?" Yoongi calmly asked, snapping both of your heads towards him. Jimin had finally caught up with his boss, and glanced with confusion over the situation. Yoongi's eyes locked with yours and for a split second it was as if you forgot that you were in public surrounded by other people. The man before you was, as cliché as it may sound, absolutely breathtaking.

"Do you know this clown, babe?" the man spoke in a taunting way as he rose one eyebrow towards you. Yoongi felt like gagging when he heard the man call you that. He knew it wasn't fair to think that you couldn't belong to someone else. After all you didn't know him. Yet. He still felt disgusted by the thought of you settling for an asshole.

"The clown happens to be the owner of this nightclub" Yoongi sounded way more calm than he felt. He rolled his eyes half heartedly as he stared the other down. "Come on now, take your hands off her. Or even better. Jimin, get this man out of my building and make sure he won't get back inside"

Jimin answered that he got it and grabbed the boyfriend? to drag him away by his arm. He suddenly did not seem as motivated to keep bothering you. Yoongi turned his attention back to you at this point, fingers gently placed onto your elbow with a faint smile on his face.

"Come with me" he spoke. It wasn't an order, and so you felt compelled to give a short nod to him. You were confused to say the least, especially when the handsome stranger began guiding you through the crowd back towards the vip area. He didn't stop though, and kept walking until he found a heavily guarded door at the back. For a split second you wondered if he was going to murder you but then he turned and asked if you were okay in such a sweet way that you instantly felt safer.

The room was... A little bit scary at first. Arousing, yes, but scary as it might as well have been a bedroom made explicitly for providing sexual service. Everything was in shades of deep red and black: the bedsheets, the walls, the fluffy carpets. Even the chesterfield sofa placed in the corner of the room. The stranger led you to that sofa, and let you sit down before going to fetch something to drink for the two of you from a cabinet you now noticed.

"So, boyfriend or creepy stranger?" he asked as he came back to you. He sat not too far away, but not too close either. It was something about his way of moving, acting and talking that you just couldn't help but feel a mixture of safety and attraction towards.