Sold to the Mafia by my Dead Parents - BTS Fanfiction

Chapter 3

There's a knock at the door, and my brother hurries to get it. He opens it, and there are seven tall figures outside. I try to sneak back to my room, but my brother catches me, and stops me dead in my tracks. He invites the men inside, and I'm absolutely terrified. I can't move and I can't speak. I stare at them wide-eyed, basically paralyzed at this point. I move my eyes from person to person, quickly observing them all. I can't lie to myself, they are all really handsome. But that's besides the point-why are they here?

"Y/N, meet your new owners," My brother says. WHAT? MY NEW OWNERS? What in the world is going on?

"I'm sorry, what? My owners?" I ask, completely confused.

"Yep. That's right, mom and dad sold you to the mafia before you were born," He says calmly.

I'm so lost by all of this. My parents sold me to the mafia before I was even born? I have so many questions, but I doubt they'll be answered.

"W-What do you mean? I was sold t-to the mafia? But why?"

"Because your parents were in desperate need of money. So they took it up with us. We were promised their first daughter, which is you, when she was almost 18, in exchange for one-hundred-fifty-million dollars," The tallest mafia man says. He was absolutely FINE, so SCRUMPTIOUS. But I shouldn't be thinking about that, they're literally taking me right now-kidnapping me with permission, if you must.

"But, since they died, we thought it would be good to give you about five million a year to keep you afloat. I mean, you both are jobless-yet here you are with this nice house. How did you think that was possible?" The blue-haired one says. Ugh, he's gorgeous. I think I'm in love- GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, Y/N! I think as I admire him. What am I even doing?

  But, it was all clicking now. Neither me or my brother worked, yet we managed to pay our bills every month and we weren't living on the streets. I always got nice clothes, the newest phones, and money never seemed to be an issue. I thought this was normal. But obviously, my whole family was plotting against me this whole time. And absolutely none of it was normal. I burst into tears, the whole situation making me feel so many emotions. My brother walks over to me and wraps his arms around me in an embrace. He never does that.

"Did mom and dad even want me?" I ask him, tears running down my face.

"Of course they did!" My brother reassures me, but I'm not so sure I can trust him. I mean, he kept this a secret for my whole life. How can I trust him with anything now? How will Jackson and the others feel about this? I'm just leaving after barely a week. They were my first real friends, and I just have to abandon them like this?

"It's not fair, though! For the first time in my life I actually have friends, and I'm actually happy. But it just has to be ruined, right? I'm not allowed to have anything good in this world without it being stripped away from me!" I push myself away from him.

"Y/N, that was not our intention. We are simply doing what we are supposed to do," The tall one speaks again.

"You're supposed to make me feel miserable?" I ask angrily.

"We aren't taking them away from you. You'll still be allowed to contact them-you just won't be able to tell them what happened or where you are," He must be the leader or something, he's doing all the talking. "But, it would be very rude of us not to do introductions before taking you away, wouldn't it? My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm the leader of the Mafia. We call ourselves BTS." I just nod in response, not knowing what to say.

  Once they all introduce themselves I try to remember everyone's names. Min Yoongi is at the end on the left, he's the shortest of them all and Namjoon's right hand man. Then next to him is Jeon Jungkook, he's the youngest person in the group and in the mafia world-only being 24. Next to Jungkook is Kim Seokjin, the oldest one. He didn't look like he'd be in the mafia whatsoever-he had very delicate and soft features and a perfect face. Then there's Namjoon, and on his right is Jung Hoseok. He radiated sunshine, and was absolutely adorable. Like Seokjin, he didn't look like he'd be in the mafia, either.
   By his side was Park Jimin-he looked like an angel on earth, but was very intimidating nonetheless. He was the one with the dark blue hair that spoke to me a bit earlier. And finally there was Kim Taehyung, he was almost as tall as Namjoon, and just as intimidating as Jimin, if not a bit more. But, he was also extremely handsome.

"We'll let you pack up your things," Hoseok says, smiling. Ugh, even his smile was cute-it was almost.. heart shaped. I nodded and walked back to my room.

  Thankfully, I had a suitcase shoved in the back of my closet for when my brother and I traveled. I hope all my clothes fit in there. After digging for a few minutes, I manage to wiggle it out. I throw it into the middle of the floor and stand up from my closet. I unzipped it, and laid it out.
  This was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. I love all my clothes, so picking out the ones I wanted to take with me was difficult. I don't want to make them wait, though. After like 10 minutes, I finally get the clothes I'm happy with taking on my bed. I take all the hangers off one by one, carefully folding everything as compact as possible. I take the shoes I wear the most, and all my other important things. I don't know how it all fits, but it does. I zip up my suitcase and stand it upright. I wheel it by the door and go to grab my bookbag. I won't be needing my binders or anything, so I take them out and set them on my bed. I take my computer, my phone and charger, along with anything else I may need. I take one more look around, and I'm sure I have everything. I sling it over my shoulder and grab the handle. I walk out of my room and stop by my brother. I don't want to leave, but it's the only choice I have.

"Are you ready to go?" Namjoon questions. I nod, and one by one they all exit the house, and I follow behind them. I give one last look to my brother, and close the door behind me.