Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 12: Dreams Come True

Nari's POV

Taehyung kept his word and my every need was filled, from tampons to towels, to beautiful showers and an amazing bed, it was pretty much living in luxury. It was more then anyone could ever need. 

I inhaled a giant breath when trying to untangle the wet painful knots in my hair after showering, a white towel covering my body. Groaning, I slammed the brush down, smoothing out the top of my hair. I changed into a large pair of gray sweat shorts that I had to roll up in order to fit me, and the large black shirt I was wearing was way over sized, but I honestly liked that, even though it was definitely a men's tee shirt. 

Humming to myself, I dried my hair in the bathroom, every once and a while mixing a little dance move in there, just for fun. Once I finished, I threw everything into a messy bun and began brushing my teeth. With the tooth brush in my mouth, I flipped on the TV. I let out a squeal of delight when Netflix appeared, and I ran to the bathroom to spit out my toothpaste and get to watching Kdramas. I was halfway through a show and the second male lead had made his move, but of course it had been cut off due to a cliffhanger, so I needed to see what had happened.

I rinsed and washed everything down with some water, and decided to pee before I got too comfy, because to be honest, the gray bed looked so amazing and I knew I'd be out in seconds if  wanted to sleep right away, which I did after getting a few episodes in. I washed my hands with the deliciously smelling soap, drying them with a fluffy white towel before I skipped out of the room, smashing myself onto the bed.

I flopped over, laying on my stomach and began mindlessly watching the newest episode.

If I were to be honest, this wasn't the worst thing in the world.

The freedom I got here was astronomical compared to how shitty I was treated at my father's estate, where every single day I felt suffocated. The designs of Taehyung's mansion were just so much more open, and they made me feel like I wasn't in a prison, but better yet staying as a guest. He didn't have guards stationed outside my room, or at least he'd better not have stationed any or I'd beat the shit out of him, but I'd heard and sensed nothing, so I assumed it was all okay.

Honestly, I felt as if I were relieved. 

Fresher.

Because I hated my father's place with so much passion that sometimes I felt like I would explode. But I didn't hate this place. And I thought I would, but it wasn't bad, and I was almost thankful Taehyung forced me to come. 

Almost.

Not quite, because he was still a dick.

I scoffed.

Suddenly, the door exploded open, and I shot up in a flash, ready to beat someone. In came a sexy shirtless lunatic who had the audacity to break into my room. But that was all forgiven when I saw the abs on that boy, and damn I was impressed.

The man's eyes snapped toward me, and they widened. 

His hair was colored blond, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder and gray sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips. His earings were a nice silver color, and I couldn't help but simp for them because I was such a freaking sucker for cross earings. 

"Who-w-what are you doing?" he stuttered, as if not knowing which question to ask.

I hummed, "I'm a guest."

The man's brows crunched together, and his plump lips parted, "What?"

"Mhm."

He looked so confused that it made him look adorable.