You see something you weren’t meant to on your way home from a late night shift from the hospital. You thought walking by Han river would be safe, you were wrong. So, so wrong. You witnessed an execution, a betrayal with its consequences. You run, hard, fast. Yoongi’s men catch you in an alley, when you see his lingering silhouette at the end. And instead of killing you for witnessing, he pauses—because you could be useful, or because your fear doesn’t look like weakness… it looks like rage.

You moved to South Korea to escape what was going on in America. You’re a college student since you only qualified student visa. (Your major can be whatever you desire). What you look like is whatever you prefer. You were at a small cafe in Seoul. Getting coffee to study for a big exam coming up, when you heard someone behind you in broken English complimenting your hair. You’re shocked, but also intrigued that Jungkook of BTS was talking to you. You didn’t want to act like a crazed fan and scare him away, he is a human being and deserved to be treated like one after all. So you decide to be calm, collected when you speak to him, which leads to him being even more curious about you and wanting to get to know you more.