Warning

It turns out Yoongi's parents own an extensive list of luxurious buildings throughout Korea and one of them was the most luxurious and expensive hotel in the city. The Kims and Jeons had to move there early in the morning because of the mansion's urgent evacuation.

"Your parents live at the hotel?" I asked Yoongi curiously as we stood in the elevator.

"Well, they lived in our small old house in Busan before. After disclosing me, they moved to the presidential suite on the top floor," He nodded sadly. Huh... I still can't believe this.

"Did you fight with your parents?" I asked when I noticed the sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah. I was really pissed they hid it from me and decided to reveal my identity without any warnings," Yoongi sighed, turning to smile at me.

"They did it to protect you," I said quietly. Yoongi was never in danger until he came to Seoul. His parents hid him well from the danger of the society.

"I understand their intentions, but it was too much for me to digest. I was mostly worried you'd hate me," Yoongi bit his lower lips anxiously.

"Why would I hate you?" I turned to look at him unsurely.

"I was afraid you'd think I lied to you," Yoongi replied.

"I was as shocked as you were, but I believe you. I trust you, so don't worry," I smiled reassuringly.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi whispered, leaning forward to press his lips against mine. Kissing him made me feel like I had everything, even when we had nothing. DING

"Good morning, master," The elevator opened and two guards bowed at Yoongi.

"I told you not to call me that. It makes me uncomfortable," Yoongi shook his head as we made our way toward a heavily guarded door.

"Sora! Yoongi!" Mrs. Min was dressed in her silky red robe as she welcomed us inside their suite. She still looks like the Busan aunty I knew, except her hands weren't covered in Kimchi sauces, it's covered in jewels instead. Mr. Min didn't say anything but smiled at me.

"Anneonghaseyo," I bowed at her like I always did back in Busan but this is more awkward than it used to be.

"My garden needs a few extra hands Sora-shi, please come by," Mr. Min finally greeted me. He's still the uncle I knew in Busan.

"I told Yoongi not to leave the hotel. I was about to send my people to guide you and the households here but Yoongi wouldn't listen to me. I'm jealous he cares for you- even more than his own mother," Mrs. Min chuckles while patting me.

"Eomma..." Yoongi whined at her.

"Araso, araso. You two should get some rest," Mrs. Min chuckles brightly.

"Did you prepare a guest room? Because I will not let her stay there alone," Yoongi asked, turning to look at me anxiously.

"Aigo, you're such a protective boyfriend. I wish your father was this protective when we were dating," Mrs. Min eyed Mr. Min funnily.

"What do you mean? I was always there to protect you," Mr. Min cutely argued with his wife.

"Tsk. Protect me? Remember that one night? You freaking ran without me when some weird guy came up to us," Mrs. Min glared at her husband.

"I-I- I was trying to distract him away from you," Mr. Min defended himself while waving his hands in the air. I softly chuckled at their cuteness as they bickered with each other.

"We'll go now," Yoongi shook his head and led me away from his parents.

"Wow. This doesn't look anything like your tiny room," I chuckled as we entered his gigantic room with a view of the city lights.

"I know right? I miss my old room," Yoongi smiles, shutting the door behind him.

"It's 3:00 AM," I yawned sleepily when I noticed the automatic clock.

"I don't feel comfortable in this room," Yoongi sighed, slowly lying down on the bed.

"Should I sleep on the couch then?" I smiled at him.

"No, come here," Yoongi cutely tugged my shirt.

"I'm sleepy," I smiled, laying down on his bicep, so Yoongi wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. Slowly, I dozed off into a deep sleep in his safe arms.

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"Yoongi will join you at the university tomorrow," Mrs. Min smiled at me as I got up from the dining table.

"Ah. Neh," I bowed at them before leaving the dining room.

"Take care, okay?" Yoongi smiles while running his hands through my hair.

"Of course," I smiled, bending down to put on my shoes.

"Master, Mr. Kim Taehyung would like-"

"LET ME IN!" Taehyung roared, shoving the guards aside as he came bursting into the suite.

"Taehyung?" I turned to stare at his sudden intrusion.

"We'll be late. Hurry up," Taehyung whines at me.

"She's almost done, stop rushing her," Yoongi muttered, turning to look at Taehyung in annoyance.

"By the way, the heater in our suite doesn't work," Taehyung turns to look at Yoongi with his arms crossed.

"I'll tell eomma," Yoongi nods dully.

"I'll see you soon," I smiled, giving Yoongi an innocent peck before heading out with Taehyung.

"Ahh..." Taehyung groans quietly as he massages his forehead.

"What's wrong?" I turned to ask him anxiously.

"I couldn't sleep," Taehyung shook his head.

"Maybe you should stay at the suite," I shot him a worried look.

"No, I'll be fine," Taehyung shook his head.

"Taehyung..." I quietly stared at the floor.

"Hmm?" He turns to look at me.

"Do you remember hiding in a closet with Jungkook and his father?" I slowly turned to meet his eyes. He stood staring at me without blinking.

"Do you?" I asked him curiously as he froze in his place.

"Well, I-"

"What took you so long!" Jimin whines as soon as the elevator door slid open. Taehyung glances away nervously before walking out of the elevator without uttering another word. He knows something, doesn't he? Does that mean we've met before? How come he never mentions it?

"What happened?"

"Taehyung oppa! Are you okay?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Jimin Oppa!"

"I hope you're not hurt!"

"Get out of my way!" Someone shoved me aside as they rushed towards the alphas.

"This is hell," I cursed quietly as people crowded around Taehyung and Jimin.

"Come on," Jungkook tugged me away from the crowd.

"Why doesn't anyone crowd around you?" I asked him curiously. They surrounded Jimin and Taehyung like ants. Why not Jungkook?

"Does it matter?" Jungkook chuckles, sideway glancing at me.

"I guess you're not popular," I sniggered, causing him to glare at me.

"Of course I'm popular. But people don't surround an alpha with a relationship," Jungkook shrugged, placing his hand in his pocket.

"You're not in a relationship though and they think Taehyung is in a relationship," I turned to look at him in confusion.

"No one knows about the break up yet and since you're an average- They aren't afraid of you so, of course, they'll surround Taehyung," Jungkook bitterly glanced at me.

"Hmm... Hey, Jungkook you ever remember... getting stuck in a closet with your father?" I asked Jungkook. I need an answer.

"Huh? No. Why?" Jungkook turns to look at me with this funny look on his face.

"Oh...nothing," I nodded unsurely as I examined his innocent eyes. Maybe I'm just imagining stuff?

"Sora!" A familiar voice called out.

"Hey, Hoseok," I smiled at him as he approached me.

"Can I borrow her for a second?" Hoseok smiled at Jungkook.

"Whatever. I'm heading to class," Jungkook shrugged, then strode off towards the building.

"I heard about what happened last night. Are you alright?" Hoseok asks, leaning against the bench.

"It was pretty scary but yes I am alright," I nodded unsurely. What does he want?

"Good to hear. Here, I got this for you," Hoseok placed a silver bracelet into my palm.

"What? No- no," I chuckled quietly, refusing the bracelet. Why is he giving it to me?

"I didn't get the chance to thank you properly. Just take it. You don't have to wear it," Hoseok smiles at me.

"Well... thank you," I smiled at him. He sounds genuine, so I'll accept it.

"See you around then?" Hoseok pats my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

"See you," I nodded before walking off towards the building.

"Ah! Sorry!" I gasped when I suddenly bumped into someone, causing his books to fall off his hands.

"Watch it!" Seokjin snaps, bending down to pick up the books.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered quietly.

"Are you blind?" Seokjin spoke in a cold tone. What's wrong with him?

"I'm sorry..." I muttered uncomfortably.

"Whatever, get out of my way," Seokjin hastily bumped into me and walked off with a dull look. Why is he so mean? What's wrong with him?

"All alphas are assholes," I shrugged, turning away from him. What did I even expect? I didn't know where to go since I didn't have any class in the first period, so I went to the library.

"Hey," Namjoon greeted, sitting on the opposite side of me.

"Hey," I glanced at him before turning back to my book.

"I saw what happened between you and Seokjin," Namjoon said quietly.

"You did...?" I questioned, setting down my book unsurely.

"Yeah. Something huge is stirring up the society," Namjoon exhaled. He leaned against the chair and unbuttoned a few of his upper buttons... revealing a bit of his toned chest.

"I can see that," I nodded and folded my arms. Maybe I can ask him? He knows everything.

"You're so naive and innocent," Namjoon chuckles as he stares at me with his sharp brown eyes. *sexy alluring gaze*

"I am not," I argued. How can he say that? I'm aware of everything... right?

"You're in danger, and so are we. But you're in more danger," Namjoon spreads his arms over the chairs beside him.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned him in confusion.

"No one is happy when your boyfriend suddenly turns out to be the anonymous alpha," Namjoon spoke in a low voice. That darkness... he has it too... just like Taehyung... or Jimin... or Jungkook...

"So what? It must be hard for them to accept it," I folded my arms. At least I'll have to pretend I know something.

"Sora... just like the gossips... you're quite cute and innocent," Namjoon chuckles lowly. What's wrong with him?

"Just get to the point," I said coldly. I'm growing impatient.

"What I'm saying is that... a bunch of alphas is planning your boyfriend's death right now," Namjoon smirks as he watches my face turn pale. W-what? That's a lie- no- what.

"H-he's in the highest rank," I stuttered, turning to look at Namjoon in terror. No one can harm him! He's in the top rank. What is he talking about?

"Right he is, but he has no allies right now. It makes him weak," Namjoon shrugs at me.

"Why are you telling me all this? Aren't you supposed to be plotting his death too?" I asked him suspiciously.

"I should be, but I don't have any bad intentions. I'm just here to help you realize- That you'll probably die soon if you remain weak like you are now," Namjoon smiles as he got onto his feet. What did he say? Wow, is he threatening me?

"What are you talking about...?" I turned to look at him in fright. Is this a warning?

"Trust no one. Not even the one you're closest with. This is the game of survival Sora. People hold many secrets and everyone is twisted. Innocence will get you killed and trust will destroy you. The only way you can survive is to be corrupted and unpredictable," Namjoon turned to look at me with a sour look. He's serious...

"Huh...?" I frown at him in confusion. He's talking nonsense.

"Don't trust anyone," Namjoon placed his hand on my shoulder and my body was suddenly paralyzed by his touch. What's going on...? I turned to find Namjoon staring sharply at me. Wait...

This.... is a... warning. This is a warning. He knows something I don't.