Are you one of us?

2. Mission 1.

After an hour of pacing back and forwards upstairs Y/N in the room she had been placed in, she went downstairs. She had been thinking about a proper plan to get closer to the gang. It wasn't going to be easy, but there had to be a way. It was a large organisation and getting inside his house was too easy. She bit her lip as she descended the stairs and tried to look for the kitchen when she was halfway down.

The first thing she needed to do was gain their trust. Which would be a mission on its own. Mafia men are, most of the time, guys with anger issues and trusting problems. But she did not have any other options, Y/N had accepted this mission, and so she was going to complete it. There were multiple ways to get a man to trust her, but it would not make sense to randomly act as if she had suddenly fallen in love with him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs that ended right in the middle of a big living room, there were 6 men sitting scattered all over the white couch that had multiple pillows on it, just staring at her with curious eyes. She looked behind her to see if there was something interesting behind her, but there was nothing, so she looked back at them. Y/N her eyes showed confusion while she pointed at herself. This gained a soft laugh from the men.

"I didn't know we would do a staring contest." She said unbothered while looking the men in the eye. Y/N shrugged and walked towards the couch. She sat down next to one of the men, some other men were coming downstairs as well, but they did not acknowledge her just yet.

The few guys that were on the couch were surprised by her attitude. Well, all of them except Jungkook he has already seen it. He looked up from his phone and sighed deeply. "Yeah, I forgot to tell you she has an attitude." Jungkook shrugged as the others looked at him with indescribable expressions.

"YOU FORGOT?!" The oldest one said dramatically to the youngest. The rest just laughed at the two while Y/N just raised her eyebrows and enjoyed the drama. "Yeah." He said it like there was no problem. He turned his attention back to his phone and ignored the rest. The man looked at Jungkook as if he had grown a second head, but it had no use. "Ugh, whatever, I am Jin. Nice to meet you." He gave her a sweet smile, and she returned it soon after.

The rest introduced themselves too. She already knew everything because she did her homework at her home. She was forced to do so, but in the end, it helped her. The members who were in the room were just a small portion of all the members, but these were the most important ones. This was the core of the mafia. Her boss calls them the inside men or the closest to the boss. Their names were Jin, Namjoon, Suga, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, and obviously Jungkook.

Jimin tilted his head towards Taehyung's ear and whispered softly, so the others didn't hear, "Don't you think she looks a lot like her?" Suga looked at the two with a questioning gaze but shrugged it off. It was not his business. Taehyung took a glance at Y/N and looked back at Jimin.

"She looks a lot like her. It is almost creepy. But we all know she died that night. She sat in a car that exploded. Jimin, a little kid doesn't survive that." Jimin looked at Taehyung with a sad expression. He knew that Taehyung was right, but there was still a little piece of hope left in his body. Something within his body had still hope that the little girl from all those years ago had somehow escaped, but those changes were closer to zero than anything else.

"But still..." Jimin mumbled softly, which caused Taehyung to roll his eyes. "Man, calm down. It had been 15 years. She was three. This girl just looks like her because of the blond hair and blue eyes, don't get paranoid." He nodded slowly as Taehyung looked away from his friend.

He was right. Someone would change dramatically in 15 years. Just because she had the same colour hair and eyes didn't mean it was the same person. You couldn't compare a three-year-old with an eighteen-year-old. Besides that, the chances of a three-year-old escaping a car explosion are slim.