Author's POV
Eyes widened, Hoseok rode alongside Yoongi in the corvette. He couldn't even think about how amazing and serious Yoongi looked driving, badass sunglasses perfecting his frosty mint hair.
Rosé was the only person on his mind.
The trees passed in a blur, reminding him of the perfect day that went to go see Jimin. Haha, yes, perfect.
He started hyperventilating as the car screeched around the corner of an alleyway.
"Is this like a gang fight??"
Yoongi glanced at him reassuringly as they got out of the car. "Nah, you're good."
He stopped himself from tripping over stray bricks. "Good then."
Yoongi stopped in front of him as he sa the silhouette of a lean man approach him. Shoving Hoseok to the side, the elder reached from what seemed like a gun verrry cautiously.
Hoseok could feel the tension between both people in front of him, along with a twinge of familiarity at the silhouetted figure.
"No harm, we are from the PD." Yoongi quietly spoke.
",,,"
"So, may we pass?"
The figure didn't move a muscle as Yoongi spoke.
A current of tensions flowed through both men again, shocking the unknowing Hoseok once again. He felt a lack of fear at the possibility of a gun fight and moreso death, something Yoongi swiftly noted for later.
The figure moved again, a ray of light stripping away the mask his silhouette gave his face.
Yoongi's eyes widened at the person who realized he wasn't an unknown anymore.
Hoseok gasped, "J-Jin hyung??"
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whatever you call me | sope | BTS
FanfictionYoongi sweetly grinned and said, "So, how will you fall for me? Should I call you sunshine, sweetheart, or Seokie?" "Whatever you call me, I'm yours." And then the mafia got involved.
