Mafia's Promise || Kim Taehyung

Chapter 4

Y/N's P.O.V

Jimin told that I am getting a job all of a sudden. I should react, I should be shocked, but instead I stood still as If I knew that it was gonna happen. Well to be honest, I did know that I will be getting a job, but I never expected it to be this sudden.

Well it's finally time, I guess, and it's not a time to be an emotional fool. What happened in the past and that promise is the only thing I should concentrate about.

"Yaaah! You heard me right?!" Jimin said, interrupting my thoughts which kind off made me flinch. "And...I even have an amazing job which perfectly suits you," he continued, smiling proudly.

"Just so that you know, every job suits me 'cause I'm perfect from head to toe," I exclaimed. Now it was my time to shine.

"Ahem," Yoongi cleared his throat, "Okay, so Jimin, this is the first time you actually did something good. But as Jimin said, Y/N will have to get a job if she wants to succeed with her mission."

And just like that our whole plan was finally made and the three of us, Yoongi, Jimin and I went our own way. I took a bus to head home. I was sitting in the bus listening to a very sweet song, and looking outside the window, only to feel the breeze brushing against my face.

I felt a bit uneasy. I don't know if this was a feeling of sorrow or pain, but it was not good, since it was the least thing I would like to feel.

Wait—

Hoseok oppa had said that he was gonna come to the meeting, but he didn't even for once show his face.

Time skip

I reached home only to see Hoseok oppa lying down on the sofa snoring like a Snorlax. I watched him sleep so comfortably...it was so cute. He was the only one I had after that incident.

Lord, why do I keep thinking about it. I don't wanna think about it again. Never! It makes me weak. But nothing can change the fact that our parents were killed.

Our parents left us when we were just 10 and 14 years old. We heard our parents screaming and begging that fuckin' person to leave us. Our parents sacrificed their lives for us even when they were not our real parents. My life has been a mess since I was born. I lost my biological parents in a car accident when I was 4 years old. I had to stay in an orphanage for 3 whole years. And then at last when I got my step parents, they too were killed. Now that I think about it, I guess I am stronger than anyone. And if anyone ever breaks my heart again, I won't care.

"B-bring me sp-sprite," was what helped me come out of my thoughts. My brother was talking in sleep. AGAIN! But what's with sprite? Does he like sprite that much?

I decided to ignore his 'sleep talking' and covered him with a blanket as its quite cold here at Seoul. Watching him sleep made me yawn. I went upstairs and jumped in my bed as it is, without even changing my clothes, and slowly I drifted to sleep.

Morning

I was started by a familiar voice. "Wake up. Wake up! Wake up!!!!!" Wait, I knew who it was!

"Hoseok oppa, please let me sleep," I whined like a baby. I didn't even care if he would tease me later for acting like a baby. 'Cause it was his fault that he ruined my deep sleep and I had to wake up. Hoseok oppa is my morning alarm. Like literally every freaking day, he woke me up.

He started shaking me like anything which forced me to wake up when I didn't even want to. I dragged myself to the washroom, quickly washed up and wore a white coloured top with a black pencil skirt.