Insomnia ◑ A K-Pop Mafia Story

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Daechul and the ATEEZ members — excluding Seonghwa as he was still resting in the medical room — sat at the table inside the meeting room. Since the writer of the threat was anonymous, there wasn't much they could do. If worse came to worse, Daechul could get them back up.

"And what of the meeting tomorrow night?" she asked, twirling a pen in her hand.

"As far as we know, it's still on," answered Hongjoong, "Though...we believe it's a trap so why are we still planning on going?"

"Because they want us to," she replied simply.

Jongho frowned, "Wait...you want us to go just because they want us to go? That doesn't make any sense. Why should we do something just because they want us to?"

"There's always a reason for human behavior," Daechul stood, strolling around the table to maintain a train of thought, "And I'm quite curious as to the reason why this anonymous person wishes to meet with us. Whether it's a trap or not, we should pay them a visit."

"What if they just lure us there to attack us?" spoke up Wooyoung.

"Then we come prepared, common sense," she said, "Just leave the details to me and I'll meet you there."

"But what about Seonghwa?" Wooyoung crossed his arms skeptically, "We can't just leave him here all alone."

"I'll have Stray Kids babysit him then," Daechul suggested, "I'm sure they'd love to."

A chorus of "No"s erupted at the table, members standing from their seats in protest. Daechul rolled her eyes, "What? Do you not trust Changbin anymore?"

Wooyoung went red, "N—No, I do. But I don't trust the rest of them one bit! I won't allow them to step foot here." The male looked away in stubbornness.

Shaking her head, she pinched the bridge of her nose, "I'll only send Changbin and Hyunjin over. There's no way I'm asking them all to come and care for Seonghwa. Besides, he should be awake by then and should be able to do some things on his own. Don't be petty now, if this grudge is still about Hyeseung then get over it. Sure they made a mistake but she's safe and alive and that's all that matters. It's over."

They all muttered reluctant "Fine"s and "Okay"s. Satisfied, she gave a stiff nod, "Good. Now that everything is settled and decided, I'm going home to talk to my brother and I hope there are no more distractions. Okay? Okay."

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"I'm home," Daechul announced, "Finally..." She wandered her way to the kitchen, in search of food.

Yoongi sat at the table, typing away on his laptop. Glancing up, he quirked an eyebrow, "Oh, look who it is."

"I am in need of sustenance, please make me food," she requested, wearing a very tired expression. After she found Namjoon she'd have to go to a meeting with another mafiosi.

"Fine," he shut his laptop and stood, "What do you want?"

Daechul grinned, "Tteokbokki."

"Alright, I'll tell you when it's finished cooking," he turned back to her, setting a pan on the stove, "In the meantime, go grab a shower. You look like crap."

Scoffing, she headed out, "Thanks then."

As she was climbing up the stairs, Jungkook appeared. He gave her his signature bunny smile.

"Hi, Dae," he paused, "Where have you been?"

Daechul sighed, "I feel like I've been just about everywhere. By the way, where's Joon?"

Jungkook thought for a moment, "I think Hyung is down the hall training.

"Okay, thanks, Kooks," she passed him, approaching the training room. He better be inside.

Namjoon had been training for an hour now, an attempt to keep him from worrying about what was to be said to Daechul. Talking to Hoseok had taken some weight off of his shoulders but he didn't think the weight would be fully lifted until he spoke to his sister. He hoped that when they did talk, that it would go well. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the last of his family.

Sure, Bangtan was family too. But Namjoon and Daechul had grown up together, in the same house, with the same parents. He just couldn't lose her.

His head shot up as the doors flew open. There she was. In all her glory: evident eye bags, disheveled hair, the same clothes she had been wearing two days ago, and the annoyed look that almost always seemed to be resting on her face. Kim Daechul.

"You look like crap," he mumbled.

She shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing a stool and sitting down across from him, "So I've been politely told."

"How's Seonghwa?" Namjoon set down the weight he had been lifting.

"He'll be okay, still hasn't woken up yet," Daechul answered, "But I'm here to talk to you and I'm all ears to what you wanted to talk to me about."

Namjoon nodded, feeling the jitters return and worrying again. Taking a deep breath, he decided to just get it over with and whether it went well or bad, at least he wouldn't have it on his conscience anymore. At this point, he had to be honest with her.

"This is going to sound crazy and you might hate me afterward," he started, "but I do have to tell you something. It's important and you have to understand that I never wanted any of this but—"

"I'm adopted," Daechul stated flatly.

Namjoon stared at her perplexed, "Well—no, not adopted. That's not what I was going to say."

She chuckled, "I know, I'm just playing with you. Anyway, continue."

"You're..." he now felt even more uncomfortable with the situation, "We aren't real siblings."

"Pffft, okay, I get it. I'm just joking," she muttered, "Be serious."

Namjoon swallowed hard, feeling the weight on his shoulders become twice as heavy, "I am."

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A/N:

Hey guys. I finally updated. :|
I hope you enjoyed and please look forward to future updates. This past month I've had some personal things I've had to deal with which have taken up a lot of my time, unfortunately. But I decided that today I would just go ahead and try to finish this chapter for you. I hope you're all doing well and thanks for reading.

Have a lovely rest of your day/night. <3