Description:When introverted medical student Y/N saves a dying man in a rainy alley, she has no idea he is Seoul's most feared mafia leader. Agust D is dangerous, powerful, and calculated—but around Y/N, his only mission is to keep the chaotic world away from her.
This one was inspired by the Haegum MV, so don't judge me much..:)
I had this saved in my drafts for so long, so it was about time to finish it.
The names like rival gang and the detective were made up, so bare with me.:)
The rain in Seoul didn't just fall, it drenched the concrete in a slick, cinematic grime, reflecting the neon signs of noodle shops and underground bars. You kept your head down, the hood of your oversized jacket pulled low to block out the world. Your introverted nature made you hyper-aware of the city's chaotic noise, but tonight, the alley you chose as a shortcut home was completely quiet.
Until you stumbled upon a scene straight out of a noir thriller.
A sleek black sedan sat idling, its headlights cutting through the heavy mist. Slumped against the rear tire was a man clutching a deep wound across his torso. He wore an unstructured, loose silk shirt and a heavy chain necklace that gleamed under the flickering streetlamps. His dark hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and a sharp, faint scar ran down across his left eyelid.
This was Yoongi aka Agust D . To the city, he was the elusive, chaotic underground mafia boss who took what he wanted, completely liberated from the laws of society.
Even as he bled out onto the wet asphalt, a completely unbothered, almost manic smile stretched across his lips. He rolled his head back against the car, looking at you with a gaze that was entirely too calm for a dying man. He held a lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, exhaling a slow puff of smoke into the cold air.
"You're in the wrong place," he muttered, his voice a low and raspy. "A girl like you shouldn't be here.It's dangerous."
Your instinct told you to run, but your medical training kicked in. You stepped into the shadows and gasped."Hey," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Are you okay? I'm a medical student. Let me look."
You knelt directly into the dirty puddles, entirely unbothered by the grime. Dropping your heavy pharmacology bag, you pulled out your trauma shears and a roll of sterile packing gauze. Your hands moved with absolute precision. You ignored the blood pooling around your sneakers, focused entirely on sealing the arterial breach. Yoongi didn't flinch. He just watched you through the smoke of his cigarette, his eerie smile widening as he took in your quiet, fierce intensity. With a hiss he mumbled "Oh, this is going to be a total mess."
Suddenly, a heavy metal door at the end of the alley slammed open. A supose rival gang member stepped out into the rain, a weapon drawn, eyes locking onto Yoongi's exposed position.
Before you could even gasp, Yoongi’s hand moved like lightning. He didn't reach for a gun. With a terrifyingly relaxed flick of his wrist, he launched a sharp, heavy pair of steel chopsticks he had been holding in his left hand. The weapon struck with lethal accuracy, dropping the attacker instantly.
Yoongi turned his gaze back to you, his chest heaving, his signature calm smile firmly in place. "See? I told you. A total mess."
"Keep still," you whispered, your voice shaking but your hands remaining completely steady as you tied off the final suture knot. "The bleeding has stopped. But you need a sterile environment, or the infection will do what those men couldn't."
A fleet of identical black cars suddenly roared into the alleyway, cutting off the exits. Dozens of men in dark suits piled out, their heavy footsteps splashing through the water.You flinched, stepping back, your social anxiety roaring back to life as you tried to shrink into the wall.
"Boss!" one of the men gasped, lowering his weapon.
Yoongi leaned heavily against the car, using the door frame to pull himself to his feet. He looked down at his ruined shirt, then back at his men, then turned his gaze back to you. His eyes were sharp, calculating, and intensely focused on your trembling hands. His smile softened into something genuinely amused eyes.
"Don't scare her," Yoongi ordered his men, his voice carrying an absolute, terrifying authority."She just saved my life."
He stepped closer, reaching out to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers were cold, but his touch was incredibly gentle. "What is your name, little doctor?"
"Y/N," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Thank you, Y/N," Yoongi smiled, same that smile that is known in the underworld right before ordering someone's ruin, bowing his head slightly. "I always pay my debts."
Before you could reply, his men ushered him into a black sedan, leaving you alone in the rain with your bloody textbook and pharmacology bag.
Two weeks passed, and you tried your best to forget the encounter. You went back to your quiet routine.Sitting in the back of the university library, avoiding group projects, and studying until dawn.The library was completely silent, just the way you liked it. You sat in your favorite hidden corner, surrounded by towering stacks of pathology textbooks. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only noise, creating a perfect bubble of isolation.
Until a shadow fell over your desk.
You looked up, expecting a librarian, but froze. Yoongi stood there. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit, looking entirely out of place among the dusty books. His signature polite smile was plastered on his handsome face, calm and completely unbothered by the fact that he was a notorious mafia boss standing in a university library.
"You look stressed," Yoongi murmured, his voice a low, soothing purr that barely carried across the desk.
"Yoongi," you gasped in a panicked whisper, your introverted heart instantly kicking into overdrive. You looked around frantically, terrified someone would notice him. "You can't be here. This is a public university. There are people everywhere."
"Is that so?" Yoongi tilted his head, his smile widening just a fraction. He gestured subtly to the room around you.
You looked past him. The surrounding study tables, usually packed with stressed students, were completely vacant. In fact, two large men in identical black suits were standing casually at the entrance of the aisle, politely turning away anyone who tried to enter your section.
"You cleared out the floor?" you whispered, horrified but secretly relieved by the sudden total quiet.
"I promised to preserve your peace, Y/N, that's my way of paying my debt to you for saving my life that night." Yoongi said smoothly, pulling out the wooden chair opposite you and sitting down. He placed a small, beautifully wrapped velvet box on your textbook. "And besides you look like you haven't slept in three days. I brought you something."
You cautiously opened the box. Inside was a sleek, high-end noise-canceling headset, custom-engraved with your initials.
"For your studies," Yoongi explained, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. "So the rest of the world doesn't bother you while you study."
Your chest tightened, not from anxiety this time, but from a strange, blooming warmth. He was a dangerous man who dealt in violence, yet he treated your social anxieties and need for quiet with the utmost respect. He didn't try to force you out of your comfort zone, instead he built a fortress around it.
"Thank you," you said softly, a genuine smile finally replacing your nervous expression. "But you still shouldn't risk coming out in the open like this. Your wound—"
"Is healing perfectly, thanks to you," he interrupted gently, his hand resting on the table just inches from yours, offering a warmth you desperately wanted to reach for. "But if you are truly worried about my safety… come to my estate tonight. I have a private study that is much quieter than this place."
You blinked, looking across the library table at the beautifully engraved headphones and the two intimidating men in black suits standing guard down the aisle. As thoughtful as his gesture was, the sheer scale of his power made your chest tighten with anxiety. Going to a heavily guarded mafia estate wasn't your idea of peace—it sounded terrifying.
"Yoongi," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly but firm. "Thank you. Truly. But... I can't go to your estate. I think I need to just go back to my own apartment."
You held your breath, bracing yourself for a cold shift in his demeanor. You knew who he was, and people didn't usually say no to him.
Yoongi didn't blink. His signature, serene smile didn't fade for even a second, but the intense, calculating look in his eyes instantly softened into deep understanding. He looked at your tense shoulders and your hands tightly gripping your textbook.
"Of course," Yoongi said smoothly, standing up from the wooden chair. He didn't sound offended, angry, or slighted. "I brought my chaos into your sanctuary. That was selfish of me."
"It's not that," you said quickly, looking down at your shoes, your introverted shyness making you blush. "It’s just... I study better in my own messy little room. Where there aren't any guards."
Yoongi let out a soft, genuine laugh. It was a relaxed, low sound that completely shattered his dangerous aura for a brief moment. "A very reasonable preference."
He gestured to his men, who instantly stepped back, completely clearing the aisle and fading into the background. Yoongi personally walked you out of the library, keeping a respectful distance so you wouldn't feel crowded. He guided you out to his sleek black sedan, holding the door open for you himself.
The drive back to your neighborhood was quiet and calm. Yoongi didn't press you with questions or try to change your mind. He simply let you enjoy the silence. When the car finally pulled up to your modest apartment building, the familiar, quiet street felt like a breath of fresh air.
Yoongi stepped out to open your door. Standing under the dim streetlamp, his tailored suit sharp against the dark city backdrop, he smiled down at you.
"I will step back, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes warm and filled with a rare kind of respect. "I promise I will not bring my world to your doorstep again. But my men will always keep a quiet eye on this block from a distance. Your peace will not be broken."
You looked at this powerful, dangerous man who was willing to completely alter his behavior just to make sure you felt safe. You realized you didn't want him to disappear completely.
Reaching into your backpack, you pulled out a scrap piece of paper and a pen. You quickly scribbled your phone number on it and pressed it into his palm.
"You don't have to vanish completely," you said, your cheeks turning pink as you forced the words out. "Just... text me instead of clearing out university floors. And let me know when your stitches are fully healed."
Yoongi looked down at the paper, then back up at you. For the first time since you met him, his practiced, polite mafia smile completely disappeared. It was replaced by a look of pure, boyish surprise, followed by a slow, breathtakingly genuine smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
"I can do that," he promised softly.
You smiled back, turned, and walked up to your quiet apartment, knowing that while your life was still perfectly peaceful, everything will be just fine..Right?!
The peaceful bubble you and Yoongi had carefully built over the past month shattered on a rainy Thursday evening.
Detective Kang was a man who carried a badge but took his orders from the Oryong gang—Yoongi’s most bitter and violent rivals. For months, Kang had been looking for a Yoongi's weakness . Yoongi was flawless, untouchable, and left no paper trail. But then, Kangs’s surveillance team spotted something unusual. a high-ranking mafia sedan parked outside a mundane apartment building, and Yoongi himself stepping out just to walk a quiet medical student to her door.
To a corrupt cop looking for leverage, you weren't just a girl, you were the ultimate weapon to break the unshakeable boss.
The quiet of your small apartment was shattered at 3:00 AM when your front door was kicked off its hinges.
You bolted upright in bed, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you could even scream, a man in a rumpled trench coat stepped into your bedroom. He flashed a gold shield—Detective Kang, a notoriously corrupt officer on the syndicate’s payroll, but tonight, he was working for Yoongi’s rivals.
"So, you're the little medical student who's been patching up the ghost of Seoul," Kang sneered, gripping your arm roughly and dragging you out of bed. "Yoongi thinks he's untouchable. Let's see how calm that smile stays when I hand you over to the people who want him dead."
You didn't fight back, your introverted panic froze you completely. But as Kang dragged you down the stairwell of your building, you managed to kick your heavy pharmacology textbook down the steps. It slammed against the metal railing, a loud, echoing clanged warning.
You never made it to Kang's car.
The moment you stepped out into the rainy street, the headlights of three black sedans blinded the alleyway. The tires screeched to a halt, boxing Kang’s vehicle in completely.
The rear door of the center car swung open. Yoongi stepped out into the downpour. He didn't have an umbrella. He wore a loose black silk shirt, his chest visible, and that terrifyingly serene smile was plastered across his face. But his eyes—usually cold and calculating—were burning with a raw, chaotic fury.
"Detective Kang," Yoongi drawled, his voice dangerously smooth over the sound of the rain. "You are touching something that doesn't belong to you."
"Stay back, Yoongi!" Kang yelled, pulling his gun and pressing it firmly against your temple. "One step closer and the girl dies!"
The smile on Yoongi’s face didn't fade. It widened. But it wasn't a smile of amusement—it was the look of a man who had just decided to burn the entire city to the ground.
"You think a badge protects you from me?" Yoongi whispered. He didn't even signal his men. With a lightning-fast movement, Yoongi drew a heavy blade from his jacket.
What followed was a blur of absolute dominance. Yoongi dismantled Kang’s corrupt backup officers in a matter of seconds, moving with a lethal, unrestricted freedom that defied the laws of the city. When Kang panicked and dropped his gun to flee, Yoongi didn't let him get far. Within minutes, the corrupt detective that had threatened your peace was completely neutralized, their power in the city erased in a single night.
Yoongi dropped the blade onto the wet concrete. He rushed over to you, his hands—usually so steady and dangerous—trembling as he cupped your face. He checked you for injuries, his breathing ragged and frantic.
"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" he demanded, the polite boss completely gone, leaving only a man desperate to protect the girl who had healed him.
"I'm okay," you whispered, reaching up to touch his damp cheek. Your social anxiety was gone, replaced by a sudden, profound realization. "Yoongi... you put down half the city's police force for me."
Yoongi froze, his intense gaze locking onto yours. The manic, terrifying smile finally melted away, replaced by a soft, vulnerable expression you had never seen on him before.
"I would burn the entire world before I let anyone take away your peace, Y/N," he murmured, his thumb gently brushing a tear from your eye. "I thought I just owed you a debt. But tonight, when I thought he might hurt you... I realized I can't breathe in a world where you don't exist."
Standing in the middle of the rain-soaked, ruined street, you realized you felt exactly the same way. You leaned into his touch, finally finding your perfect, quiet sanctuary inside his dangerous world.
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