His nostrils flared, the sweet scent of cinnamon and clementines overwhelming him. His eyes flickered from the rail of the clubhouse, dragon like eyes narrowed as he searched for who housed that delicious scent. Yoongi ignored the the rambunctious sound of his hoard mates in the room behind him. He was a dragon, thousands of years old and managed to own one of the best nightclubs in Seoul. He had been waiting, waiting for the day his mate finally called to him. Now, with the sweet scent of you on the horizon, he's ready to finally collect his final mate.