You were having a movie night with your best friend, but nature called. Stepping out into the dimly lit hallway to find the bathroom, you turn the corner and instantly freeze. The door to your friend's older brother's room opens, and yoongi steps right out—completely shirtless, wearing nothing but loose grey sweatpants.

You stumble right into his broad chest. His skin is radiating heat, but as you look up, your breath catches. His torso is covered in fresh, dark bruises and stitched cuts—unmistakable signs of the ruthless mafia business he operates in. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he just stares down at you with a heavy, unbothered scowl.