Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 8

Yeri's POV

I was having breakfast with Jungkook; something extremely out of the ordinary.

I didn't want to do it, but he had dragged me all the way from my room, down the stairs and pushed me into the chair.

"There is a mission coming and I need you to go. I want to see how well you can manage it," he told me, looking at something on his phone's screen.

"Okay," I replied simply and continued with my meal.

"Come to the meeting room."

"Okay."

"I'm sure you know where it is, seeing as you did quite some research and exploring inside my house," he said mockingly.

I knew of course that he had told the maids and the hundreds of guards at the mansion to inform him of my every move.

I wasn't really surprised when he said that line.

"Yeah, I know where it is; I'll be there," I replied.

"Very well then, do not take all day because I am not going to tell you again," he told me in a bored tone and left.

I got up a minute later after he had left and exited the dining room, making my way through the corridor and towards the meeting room. The double doors were the same white color, decorated elegantly, and huge. I took a deep breath.

This would be my first mission in Jungkook's mafia.

I opened the doors and stepped inside. There was a large wooden table in the centre of the grand room which was lit with natural light coming from floor to ceiling windows. Around the table were many chairs and sitting on the chairs were men who worked for Jungkook in the mafia.

Jungkook himself sat at the head the chair, while the others looked at him, ready for his order to come and for them to oblige.

When I entered, all eyes turned to me, but just one pair

Well, I didn't care if he looked at me to acknowledge my presence or not. All he needed me was for his own dirty mafia work.

I walked towards the table and sat at one of the chairs, across from Jungkook; directly facing him.

Without moving his eyes to look at me, he started making the plans. I felt so out of place and my mind was constantly telling me to run as far away from there as possible.

The mission was for the upcoming Friday. Jungkook made sure each and every one of us knew the plan. He made it foolproof.

An hour and a half later, the plans had been thoroughly discussed and etched into each person's mind.

My role was going to be the main role in that particular mission. I wasn't happy about it but at least I would get to step outside for a few hours.

After the meeting, I went to train a little. When I was done, I came back and took a shower.

That's when I finally let realization hit me that I had a life before this; before I had been brought here as prisoner. I thought about work. I thought about the workers there who worked with me. I lived in my own house. I earned for myself. I had friends.

I ate, slept, talked to my friends, laughed, smiled, went shopping, and did just what a normal woman in her early twenties would do.

There were days where I felt closed up and down and just cut off from everyone because of my past and what I hid.

But there were people that helped me get through it even though I never told them a word about my past; people like my friends and my neighbors who were all the family I had.

I lived a normal life; as normal as I could make it without my past haunting me. I had blocked out all the thoughts from my past the day I left but now Jungkook had opened it all up again. I shook my head not wanting to think about that.

I wondered if these people whom I knew and liked, would wonder where I was gone or if they would be worried. I had no way of contacting them and letting them know that I was here.

Surely, Mrs. Jung would be worried. She used to worry about me all the time. She and her husband both were nice people and welcomed me into the neighborhood with open arms.

In fact, when I had moved into my house, everyone from the neighborhood had welcomed me. They had thrown a welcome party for me a week later.

They had said, "We do it for every new person or family who comes here; only if they are good."

And I was happy there during the past so many years. The people liked me, we all got along, we shared love and harmony; simple lives really.

A tear escaped my eyes as I thought about Mr. and Mrs. Jung's cat, Milo. Another tear escaped as I thought about Grandma Grandma. I never knew her real name but her grand kids called her that so the rest of us did as well. She was a sweet old lady.

More tears escaped my eyes as I thought about Bo-Bae, Da-Eun, Sung-Ho and the rest of the kids from our little neighborhood; as I thought about the dog, Tizzy, and how she loved me; as I thought about every person, every pet animal, every kind gesture, every caring word these people had said to me.

And before I knew it, I was a crying mess.

I had missed these people. I had missed all of them; the people from my neighborhood, the animals, my friends. I missed how beautiful and simple life had been. I missed it all.

I hadn't realized how much I missed people who had been strangers once but were called family now.

Or perhaps, I hadn't let myself realize how badly I had missed everyone; how badly I had missed work, my friends, spending time with people from my neighborhood, feeding the pets.

I curled up on the floor and I cried. I just wanted to go home and sleep in the warmth of my bed. I wanted to go back to my neighborhood; to the people whom I called family.

I wanted to see my friends, laugh with them, and smile with them; not stay alone for weeks on end. I wanted to work, not train to turn into a killing machine.

I wanted to go back to my simple and happy life. I hated the mafia and Jungkook more than anything else in the whole world. I wanted to get away. But I knew it wasn't possible.

Over a few months of staying here, I had found out that there was no place I could leave through.

The mansion was heavily guarded at every corner. There were probably more than one hundred men alone guarding the mansion; perhaps even more than that.

I never saw his men inside the mansion of course, but when I went to the gardens or to the balconies or to train, I saw them standing in places no one would even think they would stand.

And even when I searched for ways to escape, I knew it was a lost cause. I knew that if I escaped, I would be on the run forever; perhaps putting the lives of the people I loved in danger.

Because Jungkook would never stop searching for me and blackmailing me through the people I cared for. He knew my weakness and I was afraid of that.

I didn't go to eat since I didn't want to see the asshole's face. I kept curled up on the floor all day.

Once the tears stopped, I was too exhausted to even breathe. I changed into something comfortable and hit the bed.

That night, all I did was dream about my happy life and I cried; I cried for my past, I cried for my present and I cried for my future.