방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I was begrudged by the perpetual secrecy around here.
Even Jeongguk was keeping things from me, and it set a fiery sensation down my throat, my stomach bubbling in complete ire the more I thought about it. It wasn't the fact that they were blatantly hiding things from me, it was more over the fact that I wasn't to be trusted.
Which was absurd.
I was involved in Mikhail's mafia for four whole years, nearly five, and they still treated me like that same sixteen-year-old girl who let her anxiety and worries dictate her sad life.
I huffed to myself, pacing around my room, as I always did when I was frustrated, my hands resting on my hips. I began to count numbers, I couldn't allow my ire to completely take over my brain, I was already fogged enough, any more and I would be entirely oblivious and nebulous of the things going on around me.
I let my head fall, feeling as defeated as ever, sighing through wet lips.
Defeated because I knew that no matter what I did, I was unable to take control of my life. Along with the things around me. I was forcefully held back, strapped away against my will. It was depressing. A girl in her early twenties having no control at all of her own life, even the clothes on her back were chosen and picked for her to wear.
I found myself at the foot of my bed, resting my fists above the mattress.
I glanced over at the random old books sitting on my nightstand.
Well, that was one reason I was not to be trusted.
Regardless of that fact, nobody knew about it. In their eyes, I was just a docile girl willing to follow Mikhail's arbitrary commands. I was harmless, even if I feigned it at times.
I heard a knock at my door, instantly fixing my behavior and posture, sitting at the edge of my bed.
The door carefully opened, revealing one of the guards that actually cared about me, and was not at all masking it behind the fact that it was his job.
"Rey, it's bedtime." He muttered quietly. "Mikhail's gone, and will be back later." He informed me, checking his watch to calculate how long he would be gone.
Typically, he was gone for around three to four hours. It all depended on the day.
I wore a small grin. "Thank you, Danilo." Although it was embarrassing to admit that I had a bedtime to follow. That was around ten thirty, and I had to shut my lights off by eleven.
There were some days when guards like Danilo would allow me to stay up past ten thirty, but it rarely went past midnight in case Mikhail decided to show up randomly.
This time, I would listen to them, and take myself to bed.
As he shut the door, I got up and turned off my lights.
