The rain poured down as if the sky had decided to wash this city off the map. Dirty water flowed down the walls, the lanterns trembled in the fog, turning the streets into ghostly corridors. You don’t remember why you went out that night — you just walked forward until the cold began to cut your skin and your shoes were soaked to the skin.

The footsteps behind you appeared suddenly. Clear, unhurried, not hiding. You turned around — and saw him.

Min Yoongi. A long black coat with a hood, wet strands of hair sticking to his temples, and a look in which there was neither fear nor curiosity. Only something dangerously calm, like a man who is used to looking death in the eyes — his own or someone else’s.

He came closer, and in the light of the street lamp you noticed a thin cut on his cheek and blood mixed with the rain.

“You’re late,” he said, as if you had agreed, although you had never seen him before. “We… don’t know each other,” your voice trembled, and this slightly amused him. “You’re wrong,” Yoongi said quietly. “I know everything about you.”

Only now did you realize that he was standing there to block your way back. Behind you was an empty street. Ahead was him. And for some reason, it seemed to you that it was too late to go back anyway.

A flash of light - a car sped past, and at that moment your gaze caught on his hand: a dark glove, torn at the wrist, and a scarlet spot on the skin. He hid it in his pocket, as if nothing had happened.

“They’re looking for you,” he said quietly, taking a step towards you. “But they won’t find you. If you stay next to me."

And there was something in his voice that made you believe that he really was capable of hiding you from the whole world... or destroying it along with you.