Sold to the Mafia by my Dead Parents - BTS Fanfiction

Chapter 5

(Y/N's POV)
   After what seems like forever, we land. I  eventually fell asleep-and I think they stopped watching me after that. I have no idea where we're going, but I'm following Namjoon with all the others surrounding me. I'm too scared to do anything other than look down at the floor.
    They haven't said anything to me or each other since we left the airline. And I'm quite glad, because I'm terrified to talk to them. I don't want to accidentally say the wrong thing and end up dead-so I'd rather not talk at all.

   We eventually get outside, and somehow my baggage is already packed in the car. I have to sit in the middle of Yoongi and Jimin-which isn't fun. Two of the most intimidating members of the mafia, and I'm forced to sit by both of them. I'm breathing as quietly as possible, but my heart is racing in fear. I'm thousands of miles from home, and I'm in a completely different country of which I don't know any of the language. I'm away from all of my friends, and haven't been able to talk to them in almost a day. I'm sure they're worried about me. As soon as I'm able to get in contact with them, I'm texting Jackson first. I bet he's already texted me multiple times. But with no internet connection, I'm unable to respond.
   My brother even lied to the school and said I went virtual-which obviously isn't the case because I don't even know if I'll be allowed to do my assignments. I might not even be able to get on call with my teachers when I have questions. It'll be too late at night for me to even be up. I'm sure I'll have a bedtime too. Ugh, this is going to be awful.

  We arrived at this apartment building, and it looks very nice. I'm shocked it's not some sort of warehouse. They escort me through the parking lot and to the lobby. I'm not shocked it looks so elegant and expensive. I mean, they are in the mafia and kill people for a living. I'm sure it pays well.
   We take the elevator, and it's very crammed. I'm squished by the seven men, my suitcase, and I'm very uncomfortable. It takes forever to get to the floor they pushed the button for. They're all glancing at me, and I make eye contact with them a few times. I hate it. I just want to be in my room back home, at least familiar with my surroundings and in my nice, cozy bed binge-watching whatever new show looks interesting to me. I want my friends back, and I want to be away from them. The elevator dings, and the doors open. The hall is just as nice as the entrance-the same sleek colors all throughout the building. They walk me to their home, and Namjoon puts in a code. I follow behind him inside.

"Welcome home, Y/N. We have a few rules to go over. Rule one: you cannot leave the building without permission or without one of us. Rule two: you are not allowed to leave your room past midnight unless it is for emergencies. Rule three: you are not allowed to come with us on missions unless we bring you with us-so do not ask to go. Finally, rule four: do not touch any of our weapons unless they're handed to you. Some punishments may be more or less severe for the different rules you've broken, I hope you don't have to find out what they may be," He finished, and I honestly thought he'd just keep going, but four rules isn't too many for me to handle, I should be able to follow them pretty well for the duration I'm here.

"Please follow me to your room," Hoseok says, walking to the left and down a hall, and I walk behind him. We make our way to the end of the hall, where I think my room is. He opens the door and lets me go in first.

"This is where you'll be staying. There's a bathroom across the hall, as well. Do you like it? He asks, giving me a warm smile-he really needs to stop being so cute. It's a very pretty room, completely different from the rest of the hotel's aesthetic. It contrasts the building's dark colors-the room is decorated with lighter colors pastels and light gray walls. It's not too bright in here either, with the perfect amount of light shining through the windows. I don't know if I like it better than my room at home, but I do think it's nice.

"Yeah, it's really nice," I say, returning the smile.

"Great! I'll leave you here to unpack. I think Yoongi will be here to check on you in a bit," He shuts the door behind himself. I don't feel like taking my clothes out right now, so I go to lay on my bed. I grab my phone from my bookbag. I finally can text Jackson. I have 8 missed texts from him.

Me:
Hey! I'm okay, you don't have to worry about me! But how was school today?

I doubt he's up right now, but at least I can finally talk to him. I'm sure this won't be awful as I planned it out to bad, but I can't call it home-not yet.