I read a really appreciable quote a few days ago: "You fell in love with my flowers and not my roots, so when autumn came, you didn't know what to do."
Half past eight. Y/N's POV.
It was a tiring day.
Looking at Lisa's overexcited face while she explained to Jennie everything that happened in the parking and then another fifteen minutes of squealing and jumping all over the place. They were celebrating. I was the least interested, but I had to endure it after what Jungkook said to give Lisa these dirty ideas. This continued until Jennie realised that we were running late for class.
Not like attending classes has a point in my life anymore. Still, they threaten me to tell my parents about my declining performance in almost every subject, so I have to force myself to prepare for another day of acting like a happy person. All this act has come to a point where even I can't tell if I am genuinely satisfied or faking it.
Throughout the classes, I was thinking about mom. I dare not imagine her when the police would declare that it was a suicide. However, I hope she would accept it rather than running to the door thinking I'm at the other side every time the bell rings. She qualifies the criteria of 'the best mom,' and in no way does she deserves to hear about her young daughter's death but do I deserve to live when I have murdered a soul? When I can't wash its blood off me.
I check my phone. 8:33 p.m. Why aren't Lisa and Jennie home yet?
Present time. Jungkook's POV.
"Done." Yoongi declares after seconds of being ordered to hack into the security system of Y/N's building.
"We are going in." I told Jimin. Both of us got out of the car and entered the building. Jimin pressed the lift's button. It starts coming down.
"I am not surprised over the fact that she didn't went to meet you." Jimin terminates the silence between us. The silence that has been quite prevalent nowadays. "There is no reason for her to do so."
"Only if she knew the amount that she could earn while working with us." The lift arrives. It's empty, fortunately.
Jimin boards the lift with a tint of disappointment on his face. He presses seven.
"Do you think you don't get paid well?" I asked coldly, to which he looks at me completely speechless. I smile. He seems relieved. "Then, you tell me. Why would she not come?"
"I mean, she did tried to kill herself yesterday, but she studies in a foreign country and goes to a leading private university. Does it seems to you that she did it out of poverty?" The lift opens again but on the seventh floor.
"My father have already received the news of me diving into waters with a girl even before I can tell him myself. He also ordered someone to get her information. We cannot just let her go and replace her with someone else." I follow Jimin to a random door. Most probably hers. "I want you to ensure that she cooperates." Jimin's superpower is to earn people's trust, and that's one of the reasons why he is assigned by my father to work with me.
"Do not mention money. Agree on giving her whatever else she wants." I nod. Jimin is supposed to be my informant, but he is also a great advisor and a friend. Well, at least he was. He clears his throat and opens the door to reveal a small dark hallway. Jimin's information can't be wrong but if she is home, then is she asleep already? Why is it so dark? I can't see shit. We slowly enter the house, and Jimin finds the switch, but before I can scan where we are standing, I hear a familiar voice. Yell, more specifically.
"You!? Wh- how did you came in?" I saw Y/N standing by a room door, frantically fumbling through her pockets. The next second she pulls out her phone from one of them. "Get out or I am calling cops." She looks afraid. Too timid to join a mafia. Too timid to take any life-threatening step.
"Chill. We are mafia members, but we don't go around assaulting women." I say as I make myself comfortable on a couch. "This is Jimin. My accomplice in crimes that don't include women." He bows to her and stands behind me. She is still stiff and holding onto her room door tightly. Ready to lock herself in, the moment we try to approach her. "You didn't come. So we decided to give you a little visit."
"Isn't it obvious that I didn't go because I don't want to be a part of your silly plan?" I scoff over her audacity to talk back at a soon-to-be mafia leader who has just trespassed into her safe heaven.
"You don't think you have a choice, do you?" She briefly looks at Jimin. "The easiest way you can get out of this is by cooperating. Just tell us what you want in return." Jimin agrees with me by humming.
"What can you give?" She spits with disgust.
"Enough money to feed your-"
"Anything other than your friend." Jimin cuts me off. Friend? What friend?
She turns slightly, hanging her face low as her hair covers her face. "That's why you should have let me die." Then she proceeds to go back to her room.
In the most relaxed tone, I offer her what she wants. "I'll kill you." She stops. "After your job is done, I can help you. We can make it look like a murder." As much as I want it, I cannot see her face.
"Alright then." She says, lifting her head slightly, and her eyes are shining. Not because of enthusiasm but because of the tears she is holding back. The tears I cannot care less about.
"Perfect." I stand up and briefly look at Jimin.
"Miss Y/N, your friends will be sent back soon." Jimin declares. I expected her to question their whereabouts, but she just stood there, so we left.
"She's weird." I say as Jimin closes her apartment door behind him, and as soon as he does that, we hear it getting locked. Yoongi wouldn't have restored the security system yet, which means she manually locked it from inside.
"No, she's not." Ever since we met, I have never seen Jimin so frustrated. At least not on me.
"I know you told me not to mention the money part," he punches the lift's button, "but the look she had, made me to." The lift opens. A guy gets out, and we enter it. Jimin presses 'G,' and the doors closed.
"You know? My mom used to say that things are ugly at the top. Today I saw why." He says, looking at the monitor, which tells what floor we are passing through.
"I presented her what she wanted. Isn't it what you told me to do?" He looks at me. Disappointed.
"It sounded more like you loudly deciding to wipe her off the scene when you are done with her." I cannot believe he is talking wrong about me to my face now. "I used to talk with other members about how you are becoming more materialistic nowadays" That information came to me a while ago. "but because you have been the immature one since our childhood, I didn't think much about it." The lift opens, and Jimin walks out first. "But, this is insane." I hear him say as he speed walks to the car, leaving me behind.
"You never mentioned the friend you guys were talking about." I say once we are in the car with Yoongi.
"You never showed interest in knowing much about her but what I know is that her father runs a big tourist agency in India, she had a friend who died some time ago and somewhere around that time she also had a boyfriend but they aren't dating anymore. She moved to live with Lisa and Jennie recently." He still sounds sulky. Even Yoongi seems to notice that.
"Lisa and Jennie must be the ones who are probably drinking somewhere with our guy." Jimin starts driving.
"They must be on their way back home by now." Yoongi replied, still looking at his laptop's screen.
ARMY, I know that there are a lot of negative qualities in the protagonists, but they weren't like this from the start. Everything has a reason that would slowly come to light. You can always be critical in a constructive manner. Have a nice day. Borahae~
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Fanfiction*Jungkook X Y/N* *Taehyung X Y/N* I am Y/N, a transfer student from India. I came to Seoul to make the most of my life, and by that I mean to get a Korean boyfriend. That was my goal. Well, at least until shit happened and my goal went from 'getting...
