ddalphi

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Genre Key: mature(M), angst(A), Fluff(F)

Status Key: in progress(⏱️), completed(✔️), hiatus(📌), Discontinued(🚫)

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Business Deals ft. Jungkook, Taehyung | M/A | Mafia! AU | - 1.0, 1.1

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Rating: Mature

Genre: Action/Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Description: Why would you care that you have three young, fine, and mafia related men wrapped around your finger? It just matters on the choices you make along the way and who you turn into. But its also not like you have family to turn to, the only person you had is the reason you're in this mess.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Cursing, Mafioso Themes, Mentions of Mafioso Themes (that's all this chapter too..)

Here's to chapter 2, I'm sorry for taking so long.. I'll try my best to make sure it doesn't happen again ❤️

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It’s been one and a half hours since these men had just barged into your house. They've been getting agitated with you for declining their command to get into the car. It wasn't like you would just give up your freedom willingly. Your dad was also trying to convince you to just go with them. No. It didn't make sense that he got to decide how your life would just change unexpectedly.

You groaned out looking up at Namjoon; the boss of the group, "I already told you no. My dad can get himself out of his own trouble. I shouldn't be involved," You explain but they all didn't seem to care. It was like they didn't care about your opinion. "That's not how this works. I'm going to say this once, the longer you take to come with us.. the more pissed off I get." Namjoon snaps taking steps closer to you so that he was now right in front of you and just looking down at your smaller figure.

You felt small under his intent gaze so you immediately took a few steps back, and then turned your head to Taehyung, who was the redhead in the room as he spoke, "Him pissed off really isn't pretty, so just come on" he said trying to 'reason' with you. You took a deep breath, looking down to the floor as you thought. How hard could it be to get away from them.

You lived in a one-story home so you could easily run away freely if you wanted too, all you had to do was get to your room and lock your door, "Let me go get my things." You said finally and before you even had the chance to walk down the hallway Jungkook had moved to the side and gotten in the way. He was the one who had a hood on but he took it off and you were able to see his dark brown, doe eyes, the bottom half of his face was still covered with his mask.

"That won't be necessary." Namjoon speaks again making you turn around to face him, "You're a hostage being held until your father pays his debt to us. So whatever we give you is what you own until you come back." he speaks out before chuckling at you, that made you annoyed. Your dad would probably sell all of your stuff and who knows how long you'll be gone for.

At this point you wanted to cry, everything was just so stressful right now. You turned and took a couple steps towards the front door, looking over your shoulder at the three men and your dad packed in your living room. Maybe you should just go. You've been helping your dad for so long, and he was all you had. You tug at your bottom lip, putting it in between your teeth as you thought. Either way you technically would have to go, it's just whether you are forced or willing.  You opened the door and started to walk out, you didn't even bother to try and run. It wasn't just that you were scared to go, it was that your dad hasn't seen you cry in years and you would never give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your weakest.

The cold air instantly hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine along with goosebumps soon after. You tried to quickly think of any ideas to get yourself out of this situation, but it was impossible. You weren't allowed in your room and you're lucky you even made it towards the door. You sighed and kept walking, looking at the car that the guys had pulled up in as it slowly got closer to you. It was a black car.. it was big too, big enough to fit at least 8 people in their own seats.

You managed to take about 10 steps out of your home before you felt a strong force tugging at your waist followed by another hand over your mouth so you wouldn't be able to scream. Whoever it was began to forcefully pull you closer and closer to the car against your will. You thought about fighting back but it wasn't like you'd be able to put up much of one in the first place. You didn't like this feeling, it had your stomach turning a million times. Being taken away from your home and forced into a mafia house.

It wasn't long before you were being forced into the back of the car, at first you tried your best not to get cramped into the car but that plan was interrupted when another male who had been in the car all along had grabbed your wrist. You flinch and looked up widening your eyes as he spoke up, "I swear I'll put a bullet in you if you don't fucking get in this car" he threatened.

This man was pale. He had an interesting haircut.. Being blonde mostly and then his undercut was brown with bangs that stopped just above his small triangle shaped eyes. He seemed a bit more serious than the rest of the boys there or just in an extreme rush to get to wherever the hell they were going after taking you.

After the threat was sent you couldn't help but nod your head. Who wouldn't? You slowly step into the car, getting a slight push from the guy who had grabbed you. After you had been pulled down to sit in the middle seat in the second row of the car the person came and sat right next to you then the car door was shut. You instantly turned your head to look at who had been so aggressive with you for no reason and then he looks in your direction as well revealing that it was Jungkook who had assaulted you.

Everyone else was starting to pile in the car, Namjoon was driving and Taehyung had sat upfront in the passenger seat. Meanwhile, you just stared in front of you while they got situated in their seats. You were scared, angry, nervous, sad, and confused. All at once, so you didn't really know what to think.

The car got started and it soon began to move. You just sat quietly, you're hands resting in between your thighs nervously. So many emotions were running through your head by that point, it all made you stressed and when you felt that way you cried. So when a tear just happened to form in your eye and then followed down your cheek you weren't surprised. To hide the fact that you had started to cry, you just looked down in your lap and closed your eyes.

"You wouldn't be in this situation if you just left him" You heard someone finally speak up, breaking the silence that had flooded into the vehicle. The voice came from the front so you peered up at the male and it was Taehyung. You just shrugged in response more and more tears coming out of your eyes. A sigh came out of his lips. "I'm just being honest," he said before chuckling lightly.

If he was trying to cheer you up it definitely wasn't working. How were they all so calm and professional about this? How many times have they taken an innocent person from their home? None of this made sense and you were starting to build up the courage to ask a question but instantly lost it when the male you most recently met had decided to speak up instead.

"Give me your phone." He commanded reaching out his hand for you to put it in. You look up at him. Everything that has come out of his mouth made him seem like a complete dick. You sniffled as you moved one of your hands from in between your thighs and reached in your waistband. You then pulled out the device and set it in his hand.

You watched as the male took the phone away and began to roll down the window, after he did he held one part of your device in both hands. You couldn't help but flinch when he bent it and had it almost crushed in half. It made you realize after the longest that this was no longer a 'leave you're home until you're dad pays his debt' situation. It was something you would once again have to try to get yourself out of.

The boy threw the phone out the window and rolled it up, he then leaned against the door and closed his eyes, not speaking up again. You decide to not give much of a reaction to him, if you did you'd be showing him he's in control. Yes, he technically was but you didn't want to give the satisfaction to him.

You bring your hands up to your eyes and wiped the tears away from your face, happy that you weren't wearing make-up. Now you were looking out the window as you passed buildings after buildings. The buildings that they were passing started to become sparse and soon it was only trees with the occasional street light.

After a long silent drive, the car turned into a gated driveway. You looked at your surroundings constantly trying to recognize where you had been taken too. The gate was opened after Namjoon typed in a code and he drove forwards, you're eyes widened as you approached a huge mansion that was surrounded by woods and was completely secluded. 

The car was parked and you were once again pulled out by Jungkook. That was getting annoying and it made you want to say something but you didn't. You were too nervous to say anything just in case you'd get yelled at,,, or killed. You just wanted to lie down and fall asleep. It was late and many events happened within the last few hours so it was reasonable to be tired.

You looked at Namjoon as he walked to Yoongi and began to quietly talk to him. Taehyung however comes over and wraps his arm around you with a smirk "welcome home" he said chuckling. When he spoke he brought his other hand up and put it up in front of him to further show off the mansion.

"So cool.." You whisper back sarcastically, the exhaustion in your voice obvious. Taehyung pulled you forwards, closer to the house making you sigh. "Are you tired or something? Cheer up! Be happy Namjoon isn't putting you in a cell." He laughs. His sense of humor already seemed to be off. How is not being put in a cell a joke?

It didn't take long for you to be brought inside their home. As soon as you walk in you are met with a long and wide hallway with a designer carpet in the center, a table rested on it holding a small plant in a flower pot. Towards the end of it was a huge staircase that led upstairs. You look up and notice that there was a small indoor balcony that led two separate ways. A crystallized chandelier hung right over where you stood. Everything lit up appeared so golden and beautiful to you, it almost made you forget what kind of situation you were in.

You stopped looking and glanced up to Taehyung, "It's really pretty.." You had to admit. Taehyung wasn't exactly you're friend but he's not someone you hated so you didn't mind saying it "I know," he replied cockily, "But let's get you to your room. I don't want to carry you when you get too tired to walk." He shrugs glancing at Namjoon for permission to take you. Once the boss nodded the boy began to take you to your room.

On the way there he explained a few things and how the situation was hopefully going to play out, at all times every single door in the house will be locked along with some of their men walking around the halls to ensure that you weren't doing anything suspicious. Other than that, you pretty much had free reign of the basic rooms in the house. If a door was locked then you knew not to go in there.

All of this made you feel better, knowing you'd have your own privacy.. And you also wouldn't be treated like a prisoner unless you had given them a reason to do so. "I see.. But what if he never pays the debt off?" You ask since the subject has been switched to how you were put in the center of the drama.

"If he never pays, you never go home. If you don't prove a value to us within a few weeks.. maybe months then Yoongi will more than likely convince Namjoon to have you sold off." Taehyung spoke so bluntly to you, it was as if he's known you for years instead of a few hours. He wasn't physically aggressive towards you like some of the guys living there but he also wasn't the nicest person you've met either.

The information shocked you though. You're dad had to pay or you'd just be sold off since there was no way you'd give a mafia any particular perks. That's one of the only facts that actually terrified you. If you were sold then the things you could be forced to do would be unimaginable.

"I swear if you start crying your eyes out again.." Taehyung said letting out a loud groan, "dead ass. Don't think about it. It's that simple" he said before opening a door on the left side of the hallway. You peer up and looked at him. You weren't even going to cry, the audacity this man had to even think about accusing you.

"I wasn't ev-" You shamefully get cut off from a low chuckle "It doesn't matter does it?" He says, glancing back at you with narrowed eyes. Something about that made you just shake your head 'no'. "You actually know how to listen?" He laughs, his lips tugging up into a smirk, "Shocker."

You just frowned, you wanted to retort so badly but the fact that they controlled if you get sold off or not flooded you're mind and made you just remain silent, following him inside the room. You glance to a window instantly seeing that it looked strange. Taehyung apparently noticed you're confusion and took a few steps towards the window, knocking on the glass when he was in reach "Bullet Proof." He states. You're mouth formed into an 'o' shape for a few seconds before nodding again.

He moves across the room to make sure every window had been screwed or nailed shut so that even if you had the balls to jump from the third story, you couldn't. You walk next to him and looked out the window, noticing that there was a pool that ended about a foot away from the wall and curved around to the opposite end of the wall.

"And that's why the windows in this room are locked at all times," Taehyung mutters, "but you seem tired so imma let you sleep" he waves lazily before walking out of the room. When he was out the door he yelled "Never lock your door by the way!!" And then that was it from him. He left and you now stood in complete silence other than the fading footsteps of the random red head that had just entered your life.

After a while of just looking around the room without moving your body, you finally go towards the door and closed it. You then walked to your bed and sat on it, you're eyes closing as you feel how comfortable the mattress was. It was as if it wanted you to sleep forever and in your mind, that wasn't too bad of an idea at the moment.

You lay back against the sheets and sigh, your hand resting on your stomach as you slowly think of what happened today. You whine out after a little bit, grabbing the blanket that sat at the end of your new king sized bed and pulled it over you in attempts to get warm. Your eyes starting to get heavy and your unwillingness to move is what signals you that you were tired. You let yourself flutter your eyes until they remained closed, rolling over on your side as you slowly drifted away into sleep.

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The sun shining brightly is what had your body shifting back and forth so you could try to go back to sleep. All of those attempts failed though. You groan out as you slowly sat up, defeated. Glancing around the room, you come back to the realization that you weren't in your own home anymore.

You still feel tired, although, you knew that it would be impossible to fall back asleep. So instead, you get out of the bed while rubbing your eyes. When you're hands were moved you opened them again and noticed that a nicely folded pair of clothes had sat on the dresser positioned against the wall in front of the bed, below the tv that was mounted to it.

You quickly grabbed them and looked at them, shocked to see that the articles of clothing had lingered close to your size. A small breath leaves your lips knowing that you wouldn't be forced to sit in dirty clothes all the time. You go to the bathroom that was connected to your room, the entrance resting on the same side of the room as the bedroom door.

Walking into it, your eyes widened seeing how nice it was. Everything was perfectly cleaned and the marble countertops looked to be newly polished. You're shower and you're bath both separate and the toilet had its own room.

You set the clothes down and looked around a few more times to get a better feel of the room.

You decided that you want to take a shower. It’s not that you want to impress but it's the fact that she just felt dirty. Her eyes looked to herself in the mirror and she really did look a mess. A groan leaving her lips, she turned her back to her reflection and began to strip before stepping into the shower.

It didn't take too long for you to finish showering before you cut the water off and stepped out. You grabbed one of the towels from a rack and wrapped it around your body, trying to dry yourself off. Once done, you start putting your clothes on. They had given you a pair of gray Calvin Klein sweatpants with a cropped white tank top to wear for the day.

As you were walking out of the bathroom, you're stomach growled. You had to get hungry at some point. You didn't want to leave the room but you would have to eventually. A sigh immediately escapes you're lips as you think to yourself.

You could easily stay in the room and wait for someone to force you out but you also didn't know how long that would take. Defeated, you slowly walk out of the room. You glanced both ways in the hallway to make sure no one was there before hesitantly leaving the comfort of the room.

You walked down the hallway with your arms crossed protectively over your chest, taking small deep breaths as you did. Your eyes trailed to the milky walls as you walked, and before you know it you had walked down two flights of stairs and now were on the first floor.

Dragging your feet behind you, you eventually found the kitchen, trying your best to avoid eye contact or conversation with anyone in the halls. You walk into the kitchen only to be met by a male who had appeared to have been eating silently, on his phone.

He seemed to instantly noticed your presence because he lifted his head and looked at you, letting you see his full beauty before choking on his food. His eyes were small, his silver, messy hair reaching down just past his eyebrows. He had very full, soft-looking lips and his skin just as flawless as the rest of him.

“Y/N right?” He asks, flashing you a soft smile. You nodded slowly, just standing there awkwardly as he began to stand up to approach you. You instinctively took a step back causing him to stop and sigh.

“I’m Jimin,” He introduced himself, his eyes went over your body and then back up to your face. You nodded and looked away from him. You didn’t really know what to say to him, it wasn’t like you knew him. “Oh- do you want something to eat?” he asked raising an eyebrow and motioning to the fridge.

Your lip gets caught between your teeth as you looked around, “Yeah.. I didn’t know anyone would be down here though” you admitted causing Jimin to chuckle, “I get it. First day here, don’t really wanna talk to us.” he stated, and it was truthful. You didn’t want too, yet he just seemed the friendliest so far.. Everyone else had been shoving you around and it was nice to know they weren’t all like that.

Jimin then moved out of the way and went back towards his seat, “You can get anything you want, but make sure to save Jungkook some banana milk.. I don’t wanna deal with him whining today.” his words made a very small smile form on your lips. Jungkook? The big bad, hound dog? Soft? You didn’t believe it.

You opened the fridge and immediately was overwhelmed with how much food was in the fridge. You randomly grabbed a banana milk. You then dug deeper into the fridge and found some leftover steak. You grabbed it almost instantly and pulled it out of the fridge, trying your best to ignore Jimin’s stare. You swore if he didn’t stop holes would be put into your back.

You heated up the steak and opened the banana milk, sipping it before you heard the microwave beeps. You instantly turned and grabbed the plate before basically going through all of the cabinets and drawers before finding the silverware. You picked up a fork and a sharp knife and headed over to the table where Jimin sat.

Jimin looked at you before raising his eyebrow, his eyes slowly trailed to your hand where the knife was. He then shot forward and grabbed your wrist, wrapping his small hand around your flesh. Tightly. You jumped before your head shot up so you could look at him shocked, not expecting him to be so bold with you, “Wha-”

“Namjoon-Hyung will be very pissed if he hears your holding a sharp knife.” The boy says simply, eyes piercing straight into yours. You couldn’t help but just nod, letting his other hand come and take the blade out of your hand. “Hoseok was supposed to put them away..” he groaned. “Sorry, I didn’t know” You muttered under your breath watching as Jimin breaks the eye contact you two shared and pull the plate closer to him and began to cut the steak into pieces himself.

It really was going to be a game with earning their trust. You wished that you could just go back and leave your father, but that was the past. You just needed to figure out a way to get out of there, and to be free again.

After you had finished eating, You were about to grab your plate but Jimin took it before you could even touch it. So instead, you began to stand up and go towards the exit of the kitchen. You got to the doorway and suddenly you saw Yoongi.

He wore a sweatshirt and joggers. Simple, yet hot. He looked to you, and then to Jimin. “Namjoon wants us all in his office.” he mumbled and turned around so his back was facing the both of you, “he seems like he’s in a pissy mood so don’t take 10 minutes.” and with that he put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

You instantly looked back to Jimin who didn’t say one word to his hyung the whole time. “Do this, Do that.” he spoke out while shaking his head, “that’s all they ever say.” your eyes narrowed at his words. He said them as if he didn’t want to listen to the commands his ‘boss’ gives him and it made you realize something. He could be your key to escaping.

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Rating: Mature

Genre: Action/Angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Description: Why would you care that you have three young, fine, and mafia related men wrapped around your finger? It just matters on the choices you make along the way and who you turn into. But its also not like you have family to turn to, the only person you had is the reason you're in this mess.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Mafia themes, Mentions of Abuse, Mature Themes (that's all for this chapter)

Hey guys, so to be honest I am not really proud of this chapter. I already am writing the second chapter and I feel better about it so hopefully the story and writing will get better as it goes, but please be easy on me >~<

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It's not like you intended to hear your father's phone call, he was yelling his business through the whole house.. so that made it basically impossible to ignore his words in the first place.. It was your fault now, though. You we're watching a show in the living room, comfortable under the blanket that kept you warm when you heard your dad's pleas. It started off with simple a simple 'please' but then came in him saying he'd 'do anything' and things like that, so of course it perked your interest.

So you decided to stand up from the couch. You paused the show and then turned on your heel so you were facing the hallway. It wasn't long before you were creeping your way towards your father's office door, standing right next to the cracked opening.. perfectly positioning yourself so that if he turned to the doorway he couldn't see you, but you could however.. see him.

You looked at him slowly, allowing herself to narrow your eyes and examine his face. His skin seemed more red than usual, probably the cause of Alcohol, His eyes were puffy.. lack of sleep or crying. There was a crease in between his eyebrows signalling that he was fairly stressed out.

It's not that you're unfamiliar with that look though.. He was a person who got mad easily, who always resorted on alcohol when ever things didn't go his way. Which was why you had decided to stay with him even after High School. You studied collage courses online and helped out around the house in your free time. You're dad was never to fond of you though, especially after your mother had left the both of you. He always brought up when he was drunk that you had reminded him to much of her and that he wished you would just leave like she did. You couldn't though, something inside of you just wouldn't let you go get a proper education at an actual collage, or to go live life how you want. Instead you found yourself trapped there.

You move out of the way as your dad moves around the room, so that he wouldn't see you. "Please.. anything. I'll do anything just give me more time.." You heard your father beg over the phone, you've never heard him beg so it must've been serious this time.

That begging turned into complete silence and you guessed the person he was talking too had been responding, that made you curious. You leaned to the side a bit so you could peer into the office room, watching your dad's facial expression turn from upset to shocked as well, "What? Her? As like a blackmail? she's not very useful." He said quickly tapping his fingers against his desk as he spoke to the person on the phone.

All of this talk had your own stomach turning, you had no idea what the conversation was about but out of the few sentences you heard, a few guesses could be taken.. all of them were bad. Unless, it was someone finally ending his business. Maybe then he would go and get a real job, that provided real money.. but you doubted that, that was the case so you just had to eavesdrop some more.

"Fine. But once I pay.. Will she be safe??" He asked now annoyed, he seemed upset but you didn't feel like interrupting the call, "That's not a good enough response" He responded once more and then heard the phone click about 30 or more seconds after that and so that was when you decided to walk inside the room and ask him about who that was. "What was that about?" You ask concerned as you made your way to the chair in front of his desk.

Your dad looks up from his phone, his eyes narrowing as soon as he saw you, "Y/N, i have to tell you something.." he spoke out without hesitation. You looked at his body's posture and how it had changed since you first looked at him on the phone call, he seemed more.. sturdy.. you could say.

"Yes?"

He then began to speak, "A few months ago.. I made a deal with a group of men. I had borrowed 300,000,000 won (approx. $250,000) from them to start my business.." he explains to you and you just sigh out. You honestly didn't know how to react. He wasn't even done talking and it already made you get this weird feeling, "Was it a loan shark?! I told you to never ever get involved in that!!" You exclaimed standing up and shaking your head.

"No Y/N. it's much worse. I wish I could explain it to you but i just can't.. Please just trust me, okay?" Of course that was what he was going to say, he never gave the damn full story and it made you upset. You wanted to know everything so you could help him in the best way you could.. because if it was worse than loan sharks, his life could possibly be on the line.

"If you want me to trust you, then tell me what's going on." You spoke out sternly to him, your arms crossing over your chest as you waited for a response but here was the thing about your father though, he gets easily ticked off and normally is always drunk. Right now he only seemed tipsy... which was pretty hard to tell if his whole reaction or response to you talking back would be better or worse.

"I cant." He responds simply which just made you all the more stressed.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"So basically.. you tell me that you have a huge ass debt after all and these months and you just expect me to trust you and drop it?" You retorted, does he not understand how big of a situation that this could be. And that he could be putting anyone of anything in the house at risk as well. At this point you could tell your dad was annoyed, and just over all pissed off. But he couldn't protect you forever. You were 19 and he barely lets you leave the house.

He needed to tell you what type if deal you just over heard, and how he's going to ever get the money to pay the men back for, and so he did, "Fine. You're going to go into your room back your damn backs and leave with the gentlemen that will arrive at 11pm. Got that? While you're at it make me a damn drink." You couldn't believe your ears, he made a deal to hand you over to some random group of men that could do absolutely.. Anything to you.

"Wait.. you're giving me up? Just like that?" You question and he just nodded in response, "I stayed here to make sure you didn't do anything to yourself, and this is how you thank me?!" you began to raise your voice now. "Y/N." He spoke out to you, matching your volume, "You need to understand why I have to do this. It's for my own good. They thre-" you cut him off from speaking.

"No don't fucking say my name or talk to me. Once those men get here I will tell them myself, I'm not going with them." You tried to hide the pain in your voice but weren't exactly sure how well you did, "You put yourself in this mess, get yourself out of it." You argued before storming right out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You walked down the hallway to your bedroom holding back some tears, as you slowly closed the door and locked it.

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Your eyes were glued to yourself in the mirror. It's been an hour or two since everything happened and time went by quickly. You steal a quick glance from your phone and look at the time. 11:05. The 'men' he said were coming still failed go show. 5 Minutes past or not, it gave her hope.

Sliding your phone away from your body, you just looked back to the mirror attached to the black vanity that sat in your room. Not knowing what to do, or say. Your dad had just tried to give you up to some.. bad people and now you had to try and get yourself out of the situation.

You looked a mess, your hair tied up in a messy bun and your eyes were now red from crying. You weren't crying over your dad but just that he would give you up so easily. You sigh and just stand up, rubbing your eyes after you had finally got enough courage to walk to the door, unlock it, and leave the room. You look down the hallway and was lucky to find that your dad had also locked himself in his bedroom.. more than likely with alcohol.

You decided to make your way down the hallway and to the kitchen, hearing your stomach growl along the way. Food was always a good way to cheer you up too. A nice warm cup of spicy ramen, maybe? Or some of those even spicier rice cakes. You finally reach the room of goodness and decided to have some of both.

While you were making your food you heard your phone ring from your room, causing you to rush ti answer it and then back to the kitchen. You looked at the number and sigh in relief as you read the name 'Jooheon✔' before answering it while pulling out the rice cakes from the microwave "Hello?" You asked slightly confused on why he called you

"Hey Uh- Y/N- I was just wanting to make sure everything's good, we haven't really talk much since high school." His voice sounds so soothing over the phone, Jooheon was a good friend of yours in highschool, infact he tried to ask you out sophomore year, you rejected him though because your had would kill if he found out you had a male other than ones ye approves if in your life.

Jooheonie! It has been a while~ How are you these days??" You ask picking out a pair of chopsticks and slowly beginning to stuff your face with noodles as he replied to your question, "I've been decent. Caught up in some.. personal stuff, just the usual." he chuckled into the phone. He was a good person although towards the end of senior year is when you two began to separate because of how he began to act and be on edge all of the time.

You finished chewing and swallowing the noodles before responding, "Sorry- I'm stuffing my face right now" you giggle into the mic. You hear one back and honestly, you missed his laugh. You would of said yes to him a long time ago if your dad was less strict but that wouldn't ever happen. "You're good.. what's new with you??"

At that point you realized he still sounded off, his tone of voice was more serious but maybe he just matured, so you decided to drop it and just continued the conversation, "My dad has been stressing me out to be honest." you admit to him, now putting a rice cake into your mouth, "Has he hurt you?" He said a bit darker now which made you sigh, "I'm fine Jooheonie. We should me-" That's when you heard the knock at the door of your home. "Actually I have to go, call you back. promise." you said before hanging up the phone so he couldn't respond.

You slowly moved away from the counter and made your way towards the door as the knocking got louder and more persistent, hinting at the fact that the person on the other side of the door was there for a good reason. "Hello??" you asked once you were right at the front door, the door had a glass that was blurred so you could only see the obvious features like his gender, and height.

"Open the door." Was all that the male responded raspy with, he didn't looked armed so you slowly opened the door to face the person who sounded pissed. "Ah.. You must be Y/N." He said looking up and down at your figure which made you feel uncomfortable.

The male was decently tall around 6 foot if not bigger. He had blonde, fluffy hair with an undercut all around his head. His brown eyes shaped like crescent moons, his nose pointed and extremely boop-able. His lips where slightly thick on both top and bottom lips.. But he seemed all serious which instantly gave off a bad vibe for her, especially since her father had just told her that she was giving him up.

"Excuse me? I don't think I know you.." You quickly responded, your voice sounded smaller than what it normally is with the male in the room. You watched as he took a step closer to you, so in response you took another step or two back so that you were out of arms reach.

The male chuckled as he looked back at the door "Hurry up!" he yelled and soon after another guy was walking into your house, this person was shorter than the first guy. His eyes were feline like, one having a monolid and the other not, his lips where plump and his nose had a small mole on it. His hair was also dyed redish but looked soft and well taken care of.

"I'm here, boss." You heard the red head talk while looking at you up and down, "this is her? she's perfect" he chuckles sarcastically before beginning to walk around and look at the place, making sure no one else was there.

"Where's your father.. Mr. Lee?" The 'boss' spoke out again, making you let out a deep breath, "He's in his room drinking his life away. Why?" You asked a question back but then was ignored as the tall male made his way down your hallway, without permission to even enter your home. Who did he think he was?

"Hey!" You exclaimed out which made both men stop in their tracks, you take that time to quickly speak while you had their attention "I know who you guys are. You threatened my dad over money." you say which caused the redhead to turn and look at you, "Yeah, and you know what he did? Gave you up to us. You belong to BTS now, your life at our mercy." he snarled.

You just look at your feet, your fist clenching as you shook your head "I'm not going with you. My dad doesn't have the right to give me away like property, and you don't have the right to take him." You stood your ground the best you could but it didn't last long before someone grabbed your wrist "Feisty one, eh?" You heard a low growl right next to your ear and you turn your head to see another male who had dead ass just come out of nowhere.You couldn't really see this guys face though, he had a pitch black face mask on and his hair was in his eyes, along with a hoodie over his head. This guy looked the sketchier than any of them. But you began to get nervous now. Three people was way different than two, six hands were way more than four.

You look down and sighed defeated, pulling your wrist away from the male who had grabbed your wrist since his grip wasn't to tight. "Who the fuck even are you guys?" you growled because you had never heard of 'BTS' or whatever the hell that was. The boss laughed running his hand through his hair. "Oh, we're just some of the deadliest men you'll ever meet."

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