Sold to the Mafia by my Dead Parents - BTS Fanfiction

Y/N is a Borderline Serial Killer lol

My eyes are darting everywhere, from each of their faces, to the man I just killed, to the girl on the floor. I slowly start to back up, but Taehyung grabs me by the shoulder and stops me.

"Do you know what you just did, Y/N?" He questions emotionlessly, his dark eyes staring through me.

"I-I-I jus-t killed some-someone," I stutter, my voice shaking as much as the rest of my body.

"That's correct. And do you know who you just killed?" Jimin asks, the slightest smirk painting his ethereal face. I shake my head, and he chuckles.

"That, Y/N, was our biggest rival-Kwon Jungsoo," Jimin continued, and my eyes widened. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but I'm not gonna question it right now.

My eyes look around at each one of the members, and I then remember something. The girl in the other room-she's still there. Before they say anything, I push through them and walk over to her. She looks up at me, and is still crying, but no longer as loud. I suppose she's relieved that her captor is dead, but still nervous about being tied up.
Making my way behind her, I crouch down and start tugging at the ropes that bound her hands, doing my best to set her free. It takes me a moment, but I finally get the knots undone. I throw it to the side, and look down to see how bruised her wrists are, colored with shades of deep purple, yellow, and red. I take the cloth out of her mouth, letting it fall on her chest, and she lets out a small gasp.
She uses the energy she has left and flings her entire weight onto me, holding me tightly. She's crying once more, but from what I can only assume is joy. I can't even begin to imagine how awful her life has been recently-stuck inside a building not knowing whether you're gonna die or not, whether you'll see the light of day again or even your family. She's clinging onto me like she hasn't felt the touch of another person in months, which I don't doubt is very far from the truth.

It seems like forever before she finally lets me go. Her eyes are bloodshot, most likely from the endless nights of little to no sleep and crying until the tears run out. I finally look over to the seven men, who have slowly made their way into the room.

"I'll take her out to the police," Namjoon says, walking over and crouching down to lift her up, but she immediately climbs back into my arms. He scoffs and goes back to the others.

"I'm sure she's scared," I say, looking down at her. "I'll take her."

"Taehyung will go with you," Yoongi states, leaving no room for an argument. I nod and begin to help her up. Her legs are shaky as she stands, and I'm sure she's lightheaded and malnourished. She's barely shorter than me, but is practically skin and bone at this point.
Taehyung and I make our way out the room, but he's not helping me carry her-simply following behind us. He's most likely making sure I don't run away-or attempt to. I have to hold on to her tight, because anytime I loosen my grip she almost topples over. I feel like I'm hurting her, but I don't want her to go through any more pain than she needs to. The stairs will definitely be a challenge, and I'm not too sure how I'm gonna go about it.

[Time Skip]

I finally get her into the car, and they immediately zoom off. I hope they take her to the hospital soon, she needs a lot of help right now. As I'm walking back towards the door, I see Taehyung standing there and blocking the entrance. I tilt my head, questioning why he wasn't moving as I got closer.

"Why are you just standing there?" I questioned, standing far enough away so that I barely had to look up. He says nothing in return and turns around.

As I follow behind him, the whole situation slowly fills my head, and I once again realize what happened. I had once again killed somebody-maybe not as many, but I still took someone's life. I remember Jimin saying he was their biggest rival, but I walked away before he could finish speaking. I slow my pace, but Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, still walking at an abnormally fast pace. I don't know why they make me do these missions, or why my parents had to do this to me. I've killed so many people I could be a serial killer on the FBI's watchlist.

I don't know how much longer I can live like this, I can't stand killing people. I very well know they aren't the least bit innocent, but it's still difficult to think about. It could just be the guilt building up in me. I've already done so much, and impulsively killing someone definitely crossed the line for me.
But, I don't even know why I shot him-or what came over me. I just... pulled the trigger. Maybe it was the way the girl was looking at me, her eyes glossed over with pain and fear. I couldn't bear to witness what he wasn going to do to her. Or maybe it was the little voice inside my head, the one all the way at the back of my mind I never had the courage to listen to. Without realizing, I'm stranded in the middle of a hallway, Taehyung out of my sight. I look around, but can't seem to remember where the stairs are. Left? Right? Down the middle? He's probably gonna get an earful from Namjoon and Yoongi for leaving me, but it's not necessarily his fault. I know I shouldn't have gotten so lost in thought and not kept up with him. I don't wanna wander and be accused of trying to escape, so I stay put.
I remember my brother always talking about finding things right where he left them, so that's what I do. I keep my guard up, not wanting someone to sneak up behind me and lock me in a chokehold or something. I would use the earpiece, but I don't know how. From the looks of it, they just tap on it. But I'm not sure if there's a button, and I don't wanna fiddle with it.