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knamjooned · 5 years ago

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ღ min yoongi ღ part of the Soulmate Series

34D 14H 46M 57S. 55S. 40S. The soulclock seemed to be skipping numbers, counting down much faster than the other’s soulclocks were. As it began to skip minutes, Yoongi realized he needed to find you before time ran out.

Pairing: SecuritySpecialist!Yoongi x Photographer!Reader Genre: Soulmate AU / Non-Idol AU / Thriller AU Words: 5.1K Warnings: mention of porn, mention of drugs, cursing, bit of violence, unedited

If you want time you must make it.

Having a drink after work with the guys was a regular occurrence. His boss, Kim Namjoon, shed his CEO persona and turned into your friend you’d known since the two hit puberty. Jeon Jungkook, the young intern Hoseok had to deal with, always seemed to be eager to have fun, at and away from work. Jung Hoseok, the face of the company and CFO, was reluctant to join each time, only because he couldn’t hold his alcohol.

The bartender, Kim Seokjin, knew them well by now, after all the times they’d come into the place. He placed their usual drinks in front of the four men at the bar, grinning as Jungkook showed the soulclock that was on the understand of his wrist.

10D 02H 18M 23S

“It’s almost time. Fuck, what if it’s someone I hate? Or ugly?”

Seokjin snorted as he walked away to deal with another customer.

“The whole point of this soulclock is to point to the perfect person for you, looks and personality,” Namjoon sighed, looking at the youngest as he took a swig from the glass of whiskey. He glanced at his own wrist as he sat down the drink, a thoughtful look on his face. Yoongi glanced at the numbers there, and looked back up at Namjoon’s face with raised eyebrows.

“When did it turn to zero?” He hadn’t said anything to Yoongi, but that was usual. Namjoon was the type to analyze before confirming.

“Last night.” After staying silent for a moment, Namjoon realized the other three were staring at him. A faint flush came to his cheeks as he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “It’s complicated.”

“See?” Jungkook interjected, eyes wide with worry. “He’s not happy about his soulmate!”

“I didn’t say that,” Namjoon corrected. “It’s just… inappropriate.”

“It’s the new assistant,” Hoseok gasped. He grinned, leaning forward curiously. His hands clasped the beer bottle in front of him.

“That’s hot,” Jungkook commented, sipping at his mug of tap beer. Yoongi slapped his arm, narrowing his eyes at the intern. “What? It’s a well-told story of boss and secretary porn.”

“Shut it, kid,” Namjoon growled. Yoongi smirked as he saw the shy and amused smile on his friend’s face. Namjoon didn’t mean it in a negative way. “And yes, it is my new assistant. We’re going to talk about our situation tomorrow evening.”

Jungkook opened his mouth, but Hoseok spoke before a sound could come out.

“Mind out of the gutter, Kook!” Jungkook, looked away, muttering in annoyance as he gulped at his drink. Hoseok turned back to Namjoon. “It’ll be fine. You own the company, you make the rules.”

“How long have you been with your partner?” Yoongi asked curiously, eyeing Hoseok.

“About two years. And they are exactly what I want and need,” he answered, looking pointedly at Jungkook. The youngest rolled his eyes with a grin.

Yoongi chuckled as he glanced at his own wrist.

45D 4H 23M 45S

You stared at the photos hanging in the dark room. They were strung above the developing station, where you liked to do it yourself instead of taking it to a professional. The room was barely lit, but the red tone was enough to know the photos you had drying were going to be trouble.

Gulping, you closed your eyes for a moment, hoping this was a freaky dream, but when you opened them, the evidence stared back at you.

“Fuck,” you murmured, pressing your lips together anxiously.

You had a few options. One, you could just rip them up and forget you had captured anything while shooting the alleyway. Two, you could head straight to the police with the photos. Third, you could hope no one saw you taking those photos, and still use them for the city photography competition.

Unfortunately, it was clear the shady men your friend was talking to had noticed something. You had a few shots of him looking straight into the camera. Still, there was a slight chance you were going to be fine.

Your intuition told you otherwise, though.

“Fuck,” you cursed again.

As you sat down in a chair near the table, you caught a glance of your soulclock.

41D 10H 05M 12S

Something positive to look forward to, right?

Frowning, Yoongi listened to the report on the TV in the break room. Since Jimin was in the security room keeping an eye on the cameras that watched over the RM Corporations building, Yoongi had decided it was a good time to get a bit to eat. He chewed on his food slowly as the reporter spoke in a confident, factual voice.

“New studies have shown certain soulclocks may not be related to when you meet your destined soulmate. On a rare occurrence, these clocks may relate to the death of your soulmate. Fortunately, it seems to be very rare, with only 5% of the world population estimated to have this. On our screen we have provided the SoulClock Hotline for those with questions or concerns.”

Yoongi found himself looking at his own mark on his wrist.

34D 20H 02M 44S

Which one did he have? How could you tell? He glanced back at the news, but they had moved on to another report. Yoongi shrugged to himself, going back to eating his lunch. It was rare, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. The seconds ticked down on the mark, the normal action a comfort to him.

After lunch, Yoongi had a meeting with Hoseok and Jungkook, who was only there to be a coffee boy in all honesty. They talked about the cost of updating some security equipment, and the pros and cons of actually doing it. Jungkook listened with earnest, taking notes. Yoongi was actually impressed. The kid seemed to have a hard time concentrating sometimes, but right now he was focused and calm.

After hashing out the details for that project, Yoongi found his way back to the security room, where Jimin was standing and stretching as he kept his eyes on the screens. When he saw Yoongi enter, he straightened and sat back down in the office chair at the desk of screens. Yoongi smiled and nodded as he passed Jimin, heading to his own desk a few feet away. He had a few forms to deal with before doing a few other projects.

After a few moments of silence, Yoongi jumped when Jimin started to talk.

“So did you hear about the new studies about soulclocks?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi confirmed, eyes still on the papers in front of him. He used a pen to initial and edit some things.

“Are you worried about it?”

“Not really. It seems to be pretty uncommon.” Yoongi kept working on a few pages, then looked up at Jimin, who was biting his lip and wringing his hands. His eyes were on the screens, but he seemed to be thinking about other things. “Why, are you worried?”

“Nah…” he squeaked, clearing his throat. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at Jimin. “I mean.. a little. There was one story about it that kind of freaks me out.”

“Eyes on the screen,” Yoongi reminded him with a soft chuckle. Jimin straightened once again and gazed at the screen with renewed concentration. Yoongi continued as they did their work. “What’s the story?”

“The clock starts to freak out. It starts to countdown faster than actual time, which tells you your soulmate is going to die, instead of meeting you.”

“It could also mean the fates have decided to push up the meeting time,” Yoongi countered, leaning back in his own office chair, taking a break from reading legal documents.

“True…” Jimin murmured, seeming to relax.

“What’s your clock at?”

“Soon,” Jimin nervously chuckled, holding up his arm.

23H 12M 05S

“I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath through your nose, letting it out. You still were tense, anger causing you to fist your hands at your side and press your lips together tightly. Your friend stood across from you in your apartment, looking guilty as hell.

“Sorry? Sorry! Why did you go to them, Taehyung? Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m not going to get you involved with my shitty life!”

“Well, looks like I am now!”

While you seethed, Taehyung kept his eyes on anything but your face. You could see the guilt in his features, the sad eyes and old habit of licking his lips when he did something wrong.

“Just get rid of those photos. If someone comes to you, you won’t have anything, and nothing will come of it.”

“If someone comes to me? Are you saying they’re looking for me?”

“Just in case! I don’t know what’s happening at the moment!”

“I love you, Tae, but you knew dealing drugs and being a middle man was going to get you into trouble. You didn’t tell me why you bailed on me for the third time this month. You didn’t tell me anything, so I followed you!”

“You shouldn’t have followed me!” he cried, throwing his hands up in agitation. He put them on his hips as he started to pace. You felt your anger slowly diminishing, turning into worry for your friend.

“Maybe not, but I didn’t know what else to do,” you replied quietly. You took a calming breath, finally relaxing and letting your anger go. “You ignored me everytime I tried to help, you bailed out when we had plans, and then you go down a suspicious alley?”

“I know,” he whispered, closing his eyes and shaking his head sadly. “I’m sorry, I really am. But we need to figure out what to do with these photos.”

“People could get hurt if I don’t turn them into the police.�� You felt guilty for even thinking about turning in Taehyung, but this wasn’t just a little mistake. He was selling drugs to kids, and dealing with some scary people.

“People would get hurt if you do turn them into the police. They aren’t gonna like getting snitched on. Even indirectly.” He chewed on his lip nervously.

“Fine.”

“What?” Taehyung’s eyes widened. “You’ll get rid of them?”

“Yeah. I’ll get rid of them. You gotta get out of this, Taehyung. Find a way. Please.” Before you get killed, you thought.

His wrist was burning. Yoongi thought it was a dream at first, but then he woke and realized his wrist really did feel like it was on fire. Hissing, Yoongi looked at his soulclock. Blinking and shaking his head, he once again wondered if he was dreaming. As his sleepy brain began to wake up, Yoongi jumped out of bed with a curse.

“What the fuck?”

His soulclock was doing something weird. It buzzed with whatever energy had made the soulclock. Yoongi hurried to the kitchen and put it under the kitchen faucet, letting cold water run over it. It soothed the burning enough for Yoongi to start thinking clearly.

Something was wrong. Watching the changing numbers under the running water, Yoongi’s heart beat picked up speed with panic.

34D 14H 46M 57S

34D 14H 46M 10S

34D 12H 12M 42S

33D 19H 29M 02S

Sucking in a breath, he realized with a jolt of alarm that his soulclock was counting down faster than it should, skipping seconds, then hours, then days. Trembling, he turned off the faucet, paced the room for a moment, then got out his cell to call Namjoon.

“Pick up, pick up,” he murmured, trying to steady his breathing.

On the fourth ring, his best friend picked up.

“Yoongi? Is there a problem? It’s Sunday morning.”

“I think they’re going to die.” He didn’t know why he said it like he did, but Yoongi didn’t have to sugar coat his worries with Namjoon. They’d been through too much together to accept that.

“What?” Yoongi heard rustling on the other end and a voice asking what was going on. Shit, he’d interrupted Namjoon’s time with his partner. Namjoon said something about an emergency with Yoongi, then put the phone back close to him. “What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

“My soulclock. It’s freaking out.”

“How so?”

“Counting backwards. Fast.” His heartbeat rapidly as he glanced down at his wrist. It had stopped, but he had lost a lot of time.

12D 02H 25M 31S

Swallowing, he felt his heart slowing down. Still, his stomach turned with anxiety.

“It stopped. But I lost about three weeks of time.” Yoongi flopped down onto his couch, head falling backward onto the top cousins.

“Lost time? That’s… impossible,” Namjoon replied. Yoongi could hear his frown.

“What if this is counting down to their death, not us meeting?”

“What if it’s not?”

Yoongi felt himself snort with amusement at remember the conversation he had with Jimin just the other day about this. What if it wasn’t what he thought, what he was panicking about? Just like he had told Jimin, it could be just moving the time of meeting up. It’s not unheard of…

“It’s not common, but it’s not rare, either. Yoongi, I’m sure everything will be fine. It stopped, right?”

“Yeah,” he answered, looking down at his wrist. The numbers were counting down at a normal speed, now. “Sorry, man. I freaked out. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Don’t apologize. Remember, I’ve seen you in worse situations. That’s why we’re friends. Also, we were getting up anyway. Want to join us for brunch?

“if your soulmate says it’s okay. I don’t want her to kick my ass.”

You felt confident now that the photos were ripped and thrown in the trash. Taehyung decided to treat you to some food, which was always great since you were the one to constantly feed him. You teased him about it on the way. You were both laughing as you walked into the establishment and sat down at a table.

You two sat at the table near the bar, the evening crowd not quiet there yet. There was at least another hour before it started to get too crowded, which is the perfect time to eat and get a few drinks in. Taehyung wanted to do karaoke, and you supported him completely. You weren’t going to do it, though, and no matter how much he pleaded, it wasn’t going to happen.

A slight tingling sensation, like that when you loose feeling in a limb, centered around your soulclock. Frowning, you looked down, wondering what was happening. It was glowing, but nothing else. It continued to tick down in a normal manner. You stood and walked to the bar, wanting to order one more drink before having to stop to drive. As you stepped up, your shoulder brushed against another’s. You turned to apologize, and stopped as soon as you opened your mouth.

Meeting his eyes, you wondered what caused your breath to leave your lungs. A slight throbbing, like a heartbeat, started beating at your wrist. Swallowing hard, you turned to face him. He did the same, although his look was more curious than surprised.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” You didn’t know what else to say. Your mouth became dry with nervousness. You cleared your throat as you glanced at your wrist. Frowning, you realized it had skipped a lot of time. It was now down at 0. Completely 0.

“Congrats,’ the man said softly, seeing your wrist. “It seemed you met your soulmate recently.”

“It seems so,” you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You stepped closer, then saw his own soulclock on his wrist.

07D 05H 11M 49S

You stopped yourself before you could say anything else. It wasn’t him. His clock would have stopped. He still had a week to meet his soulmate. What if the fates were wrong? What if they were right? That would be cruel, meeting your soulmate but not being able to be with them. You looked back into his soft brown eyes, your heart beating rapidly as he gave you a soft smile.

“Sorry to get in your way. Were you getting a drink?”

“Yeah.. yeah, I was.” You forced a smile on your face and turned around, trying to hide the tears that were in your eyes now.

The day after he felt his mark burn, Yoongi was back at work, doing a quick morning walk around to make sure his security guys didn’t have anything to report. As he did, he thought about you. The mark had tickled when you were in the bar, and had burned pleasantly when you had brushed his shoulder.

Something had stopped you from continuing the conversation, though. Yoongi glanced down at his own clock, and sucked in his breath as he watched it jump once again forward

06D 11H 23M 43S

05D 01H 10M 04S

He had lost another day. Pressing his lips together, he thought about you once again as he made his way back to his office and the security room. It was you, wasn’t it? His clock hadn’t stopped, but it had warmed, which was a common sign of meeting your soulmate. He hadn’t seen yours - he wondered what it had said. Did your mark stop?

“Fuck,” he murmured, causing Jimin to jump at the camera desk. He looked at Yoongi with a frown, but Yoongi waved it off. “I gotta do something. You can handle today, I think.”

As he walked out of RM Corporations, he sent a quick text to Namjoon, telling him he had an emergency and he’d be back later. Yoongi never just walked out, especially without telling Namjoon, so he hoped his boss and friend would let him do what he needed right now. The text that came a few moments later, while Yoongi was getting into his car, confirmed that Namjoon would let him be for now.

Yoongi drove to the bar they had spent time at last night, where he had first spoken to you. It was too early for it to be open, causing Yoongi to curse in frustration as he glared from his car. When he saw Seokjin around the corner, coming out of a side door, he quickly got out and made his way to the bartender.

“Seokjin! Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Seokjin blinked, confused at first with Yoongi being here at this time of the morning, but quickly shook it off and smiled. His confusion turned to curious, cocking his head.

“Yoongi? Sure, what do you need?”

“Do you remember me asking about the woman last night, the one at the bar?”

“The one that ran away? Yeah, why?” He narrowed his eyes. “Look, she seemed upset. Maybe you shouldn’t be looking for her if you made her cry.”

“I didn’t! I swear,” Yoongi quickly said, shaking his head. “I think she’s my soulmate.”

Seokjin let out a huff, thinking about the request. He took a moment to look off into the distance, pursing his lips as he thought. Yoongi stared, taping his foot with impatience as he waited.

“All I know is that she is friends with Taehyung, although I’m not sure why. That kid makes some bad decisions,” Seokjin added, shaking his head sadly.

“Taehyung. Okay. Where can I find him?”

“I think he’ll be around tonight, if I heard correctly.”

Taking a mental note, Yoongi went back to work.

“Sorry, can’t make it Tae,” you sighed into the phone, curled up on your couch with your favorite ice cream and television show. Your had cried yourself to sleep last night, and now you were pathetically spending a day moping on the couch. This soulmate thing was a big deal. You felt like the something had been pulled from your grasp right before you could hold it.

“Are you alright? I know you were upset last night.” You heard him getting out of his car, probably in the parking lot of the bar. He was meeting a friend there, a friend you knew would help him get on the right path.

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” you rephrased, not wanting to keep secrets from your best friend. “My.. I met my soulmate last night.” A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed to try to make it go away.

“That’s…! I mean, what happened?”

“My clock stopped, but his didn’t.”

“Oh.” Taehyung fell silent on the other end for a moment. “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

“I’m sure. You need to talk to her. She’ll help you figure some things out.”

“Okay. Text me if you feel worse, promise?”

“Promise.”

Hanging up, you blew out a breath and kept eating your ice cream as another episode started.

Yoongi was just about to confront the man named Taehyung, but he stopped as he overheard the discussion he was having with a woman. A personal confession about addiction and trying to get back on the right path. As he hesitated, the two got up and walked out. He cursed to himself, but didn’t follow them. Instead, he went to the bar and saw Seokjin.

“Can you give Taehyung a note?”

“Sure…?” The bartender raised an eyebrow, curious but not saying anything else. Yoongi ignored the look and wrote on a napkin.

I need to speak to you about your friend. Her soulmate clock stopped but mine is still going. It’s an emergency. She only has 5 days.

He wrote his name and number on it, then folded it in half. Seokjin took it, not attempting to peek at the note at all. He was a good man, Yoongi knew.

That evening, Yoongi’s worries increased.

01D 00H 23M 21S

You didn’t know what happened. One moment you were getting into your car after work, the parking area lit up with lights that turned on as soon as the sky started to get darker. The next, two pairs of hands grabbed you, one holding you tightly and the other putting a cloth of sort to your mouth. You vaguely remember tumbling into the trunk of a car as your mind went to sleep.

Groggily, you felt yourself waking. You were in a chair, and as your mind began to slowly clear, you realized your arms were handcuffed behind you. Your legs were free, but the four big, scary men surrounding you made any sort of plan dissipate as they glared at you. You gulp, mouth and throat dry.

“Water,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Right here, love.” The voice wasn’t one you knew, with an English accent coming through. You tilted your head up, seeing a extremely handsome man in his 50s, wearing an expensive suit. He held a class of water with a plain white straw. “Sip slowly. Trent, hold the glass for her, please.”

One of the four bodyguards came toward you and reached for the glass. The obvious leader handed it to the guy. Trent held the glass to your face, and you tentatively sipped slowly. You kept your eyes down as you sipped, taking these quiet moments to clear your mind. Something was familiar about one of the other guards.

“Thank you, Trent. Y/N, is your thirst quenched?” You nodded, trying not to shake with fright. You took a slow, deep breath. You glanced over to the guy who looked familiar. Fuck! It was the guy in the photos! “Alright, now we can get to business.”

You watched the man stroll toward you, casually starting to circle you inside the square made from the bodyguards. When he slipped behind you, out of your vision, you tensed. Nothing happened, though, and he stepped back into your line of sight on the other side of your body. The cool metal of the handcuffs intimidated you further.

Finally, he stopped in front of you. Your eyes rose to his face slowly, your heart beating fast.

“Do you know who I am?”

“No,” you said quietly.

“I didn’t think so. For some reason, it seems you have become involved enough for me to know you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I run a business, the kind of business that should never be spoken about, even with those that may be trustworthy.” He tilted his head, hands clasped behind his back, studying you. You gulped and forced yourself to keep your head up. “Unfortunately, you are too curious for your own good. Where are the photos?”

“I tore them up and threw them out,” you replied quickly, squeezing your bound hands into fists behind your back and the chair. “Really! Taehyung saw them in the trash!”

“The trash,” the man repeated evenly. “You put them in the trash.”

You nodded vigorously. The man sighed, shaking his head at you, making you feel like you were missing something important.

“Who has access to your trash?”

You opened your mouth, but shut it. Fuck, he had a point.

Yoongi’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked at his mark. Taehyung stood beside him in the empty apartment, where you lived.

01H 02M 33S

“Shit!” Taehyung cried, pacing the room. Yoongi wanted to punch the guy in the face, but that wasn’t going to help him get to you. He forced himself to keep a calm tone.

“Where would they take someone to interrogate?”

“Fuck. Shit. This is all my fault. Fuck!”

“Hey!” Yoongi cried, grabbing Taehyung by the shoulders. The man stared at him with wide eyes, quieting down. Yoongi glared at him. “Look, you believed me when I showed you my mark, told you that Y/N is in danger. I believe you know exactly where y/n is.”

“Downtown, 132nd and Ernest. Big building, car shop.” Taehyung seemed dazed, voice shaking with large eyes. “Fuck. If y/n’s hurt, it’s all my fault. I fucked up.”

“No shit,” Yoongi growled, pushing Taehyung away and hurrying to his car. It was dark now. He left Taehyung to do whatever he was going to do, breaking a few laws as he drove fast toward the place Taehyung had mentioned. He parked a few blocks away, running through ideas in his head.

He realized he had no plan, no back up, no information about this. Yoongi’s eyes fell to the soulclock once again.

45M 12S

Cursing, Yoongi got out of his car and started to take everything in he could see. He was in charge of securing the whole damn Kim Corporations building, he could handle this. He had experience with bad guys even before Namjoon hired him a handful of years ago. Yoongi wasn’t dumb when it came to illegal business and the things bad people do to handle their business.

After looking around for about ten minutes, Yoongi realized there was only one option in the time frame he was given.

“Poor, innocent, bystander. Curiosity killed the cat, it seems.”

Your cheek hurt from the slap he had given you moments ago, stinging violently as your blinked your eyes to get your vision to sharpen back to normal. You tried not to make too much noise as tears rolled down your cheeks, tasting blood in your mouth. It seemed you had bit the inside of your cheek. The metallic taste made you want to gag, but you didn’t want anymore attention. He probably got off on seeing you suffering.

“if only you had burn the photos. It would have saved you so much pain. Now you’re a loose end I really need to tie up.”

“Please,” you murmured, keeping your eyes to the side and down, lips trembling. The blood in your mouth was building, so you swallowed before you could think about what you were doing. Tears continued to fall.

“You have no worth to me.” You heard the leader of the gang take a step back, then four sets of feet slowly stepping toward you. “Trent, you and the boys take her to the back. Get rid of her.

Panic seized you whole body, causing you to stiffen in shock, shutting your eyes tightly. Maybe if you closed them long enough, everything would go away, like a dream. You didn’t want to die. You had so much to do, to see, to feel! You let out a choking sob as you waited for hands to do whatever they were going to do to you.

Suddenly, voices came out of nowhere. You opened your eyes. The voices all became a chorus of demands as the thugs that were coming toward you were tackled by men in uniforms and bulletproof vests. Relief flooded your body so quickly that you passed out.

You vaguely felt a presence next to you in a moments before you lost consciousness. Your mark tingled, a warm, comforting burn as you heard someone murmuring your name with heavy concern.

He had saved you. Yoongi had no idea what was going to happen to you if those men had been able to get to you before the police came. He was grateful he had a close relationship with people on the local police force, people who could drop everything and come to the rescue when he called.

He watched you a few paces away, being looked at by an EMT, sitting on the curb outside the car shop. There were dozens of people around, some officers, some bystanders. Suddenly nervous, Yoongi wasn’t sure how to approach you. He had told them the truth - you were his recently found soulmate, but you had never really interacted before, so you didn’t know him.

He wondered if the EMT had told you what he said.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to where you were perched, the EMT nodding at you before stepping back. You had an ice pack on your cheek and a blanket around your body. The night was only slightly chilly, and Yoongi wondered if you were really cold or if you were still in shock.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you replied softly. Smiling tiredly, you patting the concrete next to you and gestured for Yoongi to sit there. He did, keeping a bit of space between your bodies. You closed the gap, though. The mark on both your wrists hummed and warmed pleasantly. “You saved me.”

“I got lucky,” Yoongi murmured, flushing a little.

“What’s your name?” He told you with a chuckle. You replied with your name, then the two of you sat in silence as the people moved around you.

It was comfortable. Yoongi reached out gently, hesitantly, toward the hand you had laid beside you on the sidewalk. As you both gazed at the stores above, his pinky touched yours. You returned the gesture by sliding your hand under his, putting your palm up, and lacing your fingers with his.

Yoongi and you shared a glance with shy smiles, willing to enjoy the comfortable silence for a little while longer before moving forward with whatever this was going to be.

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And it’s been a benefit to cyber security.

Through its capability to sort through lots of records and recognizehypotheticallydangerous ones, machine learning is gradually being cast-off to reveal dangers and habituallysqueeze them beforehand they can causechaos.

Software from Microsoft seeminglyfixedimpartial that in initial 2018. Allowing to the enterprise, cyber crooks used Trojan in an effort “to mountnasty crypto currencydrillers on hundreds of thousands of PCs.”

The attack was immobile Microsoft’s Windows Guardian, software that servicesnumerous layers of machine learning to recognize and slabapparentextortions. The crypto-miners remainedclosed down nearly as rapidly as they started excavating. Here are other instances of Microsoft’s software catching these spasmsprimary.

Crisscrossavailablecorporations that custom ML to strengthen their cyber security systems and keep malware at woof.

Microsoft

Microsoft uses its own cyber securitystage, Windows Defender Advanced Threat Protection (ATP), for precautionaryguard, breakfinding, mechanizedexamination and reply. Windows Defender ATP iserected into Windows 10 strategies, routinely updates and services cloud AI and severalstages of machine learning algorithms to advertdangers.

BlackBerry

BlackBerry, whose web-connected smartphones were once ubiquitous in definiteloops, has turned and currentlyvends software and amenities to largefirms. Amongst the firm’s specialisms are cyber security that employs AI and ML to stopcyber securityextortions and industrializecustomers’dangerretortcompetences. In November 2018, BlackBerry acquired AI cyber securitysteadyCylance for $1.4 billion.

Is MLsufficient to halt cybercrime?

ML does certainstuffsactuallyfine, such as rapidly scanning bigquantities of facts and examining it using data. Cyber securitymethodsmakeamounts of facts, so it’s no miracle the expertise is such a beneficialdevice.

“We have additionalfactsaccessible, then the facts is usually telling a story,” Raffael Marty, maininvestigation and intellectmajor at cyber securityfixed Force point, expressesConstructed In. “If you recognizein what way to examine the facts, you should be able to originate up with the deviations after the model.”

And those deviations occasionallydisclosefears. Cheers to that vital function, the use of ML arepouring in numerousareas. It’s working for responsibilities that need image acknowledgement and talkinggratitude. It has even beaten the domain’s top Go actor at his own game.

But while it has enhancedcyber security, Marty says, individuals are tranquilvital.

“There’s this potential that you can just gaze at previous data to forecast the future—overlooking that domain proficiency is actuallysignificant in this reckoning,” he says. “There are crowds of persons who reason you can studyall from the data, but that’s merely not factual.”

Over-reliance on AI in cyber security can makeauntrueintellect of security, Marty adds. That’s why, in tallying to sensiblypractical algorithms, his steadyservices cyber securityspecialists, data scientists and psychologists. As with all presentAI, MLcomplements and augments human exertions, rather than substituting them.

Conclusion

Machine Learning methods are broadly useful to resolve several categories of cyber security difficulties. Advances in the arena of machine learning and deep learning compromises auspicious resolutions to cyber security matters. But it is vital to classify which algorithm is appropriate for which application. Complexmethods are needed to keep the explanationstrong against malware outbreaks and to attainextraordinaryuncoveringdegrees. The choice of a specific model plays a vibrantpart in resolvingcyber securitymatters.

Lecturer Computer Department AISSMS’s Polytechnic Pune.

Mrs. Hemlata Ajaykumar Shinde

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