POV: that genre of wattpad books
I woke up early in my bedroom and spent a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. My pretty, symmetrical face with full lips, small nose and incredibly big light blue eyes with purplish undertones looked sleepy - more sleepy than usual, in fact. I threw my long, wavy, brown hair into a messy bun and put on skinny jeans and a crop top. My outfit perfectly highlighted my features: curvy hips, long, model-like legs, chest area and tiny tiny waist.
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where my mum was eating her breakfast.
«Oh, hi, honey», she said. «How did you sleep last night?»
«Bad», I complained. «You know I have anxiety disorder and insomnia. Of course it was bad.»
«I'm so sorry. Here, have breakfast.»
«I'm not hungry, mum», I said, as I looked around and noticed that our kitchen looked different: very clean and polished.
«Oh, if I were you, I would rather eat something filling», she said. «You have a big day coming.»
«What do you mean?» I asked, searching for my glasses. Unfortunately, I don't have any troubles with my sight, so these are fake. I wear them, because I'm a nerd. «Today is Sunday. I don't even go to school today», I said, completely throwing under the table the fact that I don't go to school anyway: after all, I am smarter than all of my peers and I absolutely despise the educational system here in America.
«Well... I have news for you. Please promise me you won't get mad. The thing is... I sold you to a band.»
I looked at her. Her eyes were very sad and she seemed worried.
«You did what?» I asked, convinced that there is some sort of misunderstanding going on.
«That's right, honey. I sold you to a music band.»
«Mum... you do realise it's a federal crime, don't you?»
«I'm sorry, my love. I had no other choice. Your father's multibillionaire firm filed for bankruptcy. We needed to sell you to survive.»
I couldn't say a word. My mum sighed, sipped from her cup and fixed the sleeve of her snow white vintage Chanel sweater, throwing a long look at her golden rings and expensive watches.
«Besides», she added, «you know that inflation is terrible right now. We need to diversify our investment portfolio. Hence why we decided to sell you.»
«This must be a joke», I murmured. «How could dad go broke? He runs mafia. He's basically a government official right now. There is no way he could do that to us.»
«There's a new mafia boss in town», my mum explained. «His name starts with J. But enough talk, your new owners are here.»
The door opened and a bunch of asian-looking dudes entered the room. One of them started speaking and I couldn't understand a word.
I started to have a suspicion that my mother didn't sell me to a band, but to a Chinese government instead.
«Hello?» I said, gaining control over the situation. Men looked at me and gasped at my beauty.
«Good morning, Adrianelle», one of them said calmly, with his deep, velvety voice. «My name is Kim Namjoon. We are here to take care of you.»
He then turned to my mum and said:
«Can we pay with cash? We wanna avoid taxes. Already paying enough of those in our motherland.»
I smirked. He gave my mum a stock of dollar bills. I started to feel a little cheap: it was not a lot of money.
Maybe I should just call the Internal Revenue System? They all would get arrested. But I couldn't, just looking at the insanely handsome man paying my mum. Such a shame. A man this fine should never spend his lifetime in prison.
Besides, they probably are famous, which means they wouldn't be persecuted anyway. This is how justice works.
I know about it, because I'm extraordinarily smart and superior to everyone.
«Bye, hon», she said, as she proceeded to eat her breakfast. She didn't seem very devastated for someone who has just engaged in human trafficking.
Oh, anyways. I might as well call Vice News. They could be interested in that story, right?
«Are you nervous?» Namjoon asked.
I found this question inappropriate. We're not in the bedroom. Why should I be nervous? He doesn't look intimidating.
«I'm not», I shouted. «My dad is a mafia boss. He won't let any of you hurt me.»
Someone laughed. It was one of the boys. He was tall, handsome, he had black hair and beautiful smile. And huge biceps, too.
«Wow, you must be working out a lot», I said, while flirtatiously throwing my hair off the shoulder.
«No, princess», he said charmingly. «I was born this way».
«Jungkook!» Namjoon shouted. «You two could talk later. We have to go. The airplane is waiting.»
I ran outside just to have my thoughts confirmed. A big private airplane landed at the backyard of our mansion.
«I must apologize», Namjoon added without any accent, but with adorable smile. «We probably broke a couple laws by parking here. However, we had no choice. It was all Jin's decision. He wanted to impress you.»
«Don't worry about that», I said with a big smile on my face. «Nobody cares about laws in this country anyways. Not even those who make them.»
The rest of the guys showed up as well. They gathered around the plane, and, since I was standing next to the plane, around me.
I noticed Jungkook's gaze as he scanned my body with his sharp eyes. I blushed, blinked and got nervous. Shiver went down my spine, making my hands tremble. There was something about this man and his playful, yet so serious look. I immediately understood that he has deep secrets and dark past he tries to cover by putting on a facade.
«Oh shit!» he shouted in Korean.
He had every reason to do so.
It was three black cars, driving down the street. They stopped right in front of our house. Armed men started getting out of the cars.
«Fuck!» one of the other guys screamed. «The CIA stalked us! They know we're here!»
I almost choked. However, there was no time for choking.
«GET IN THE PLANE!» Namjoon shouted, and I kind of liked that. I wish he talked like that more.
«What happens if I don't?» I whispered with a naughty yet innocent look on my face.
«Then I'll throw you on my shoulder and bring inside myself!»
«You can't do that», other guy interfered. «That is harassment. On top of that, that is rude.»
«Hurry up!» someone shouted. «They are close!»
I ran into the plane. Boys followed me, and the plane immediately took off. I looked through the window and noticed the ground quickly go further and further. I realised my life would now drastically change; but I was excited for the future and didn't think about the aftermath.
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