Yoongi

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A branch snapped behind me. Roughly, deliberately loudly—a sound intended not to scare off a wild animal, but to warn a human.

"Perdido, pequeño conejito?" the voice sounded low, with a throaty rasp, saturated with tequila and tobacco smoke.

"I... I'm lost," Jimin breathed, instinctively taking a step back and bumping his back into a rough tree trunk. "I'm a tourist. From Korea. I don't speak Spanish, I just wanted to find my way to the hotel..."

— HohohoHotel. There are no hotels here, muñeco. Just cacti, rattlesnakes, and my people.

"How old are you?" the question sounded casual, like asking about the weather.

• Twenty one.

"And you came to Mexico alone, not knowing the language, not knowing where the devil hides his tails. You're either stupid or desperately looking for adventure."

“I have two options: leave you here, where by morning all that’s left of you will be a phone and a couple of bones, or take you to my place and figure out what to do with the golden boy who wandered into the wrong fairy tale.”