FORELSKET ; M MN x fem reader g!p

10

Mina's POV

As far as I remembered, I've been laying on my bed for three days without meals left on my door. I don't know why grandpa didn't leave me my meals behind the door, he does that whenever I don't come out of my room. I wonder why grandpa stopped putting meals behind my door? Is he exhausted of me perhaps?

Surprisingly, within the three days, I managed to survive without leaving my room. I always spot takeouts in my table every time I wake up from morning and after a nap in the noon.

I'm grateful and all, and I highly doubt I have the right to be picky either. They're all the same takeout food from fastfood from breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

If I hadn't messed up my performance would things end up differently...? I shut my eyes, and I find myself back on the day I was on stage, before the incident happen.

I asked myself, over and over again what went wrong. But then, I remembered... looking at my parents. With intense gaze that brought pressure on my chest and my head.

I failed to grab the hoop on my leap. And I fell down...

I doubt something good will ever happen to my life in this situation.

I lost everything.

All because I am born as a failure.

Even if I want to start again, no one would accept me.

If only I had hit my head on the ground, I would've been just dead in an instant.

And that's better... isn't it? For the world.

I realize it's almost midnight and I turned the lights off. So, I closed my eyes to sleep...

hoping I'd never wake up again.

In the next quiet seconds, I felt as though I am being carried by the clouds in the night sky. My mind was blank and everything was pitch black. I find nothingness quiet peaceful, this must be what death looks like.

After a few minutes of daydreaming, there was a hustle heard from the window, and a suspicious footsteps evident to any awaken person. I instantly got up and turned the lights on quick.

"Who's there?!" I yelled, but as soon as I see the face of the burglar with the help of the lights, I was surprised to know it was a girl, a delinquiet looking girl, who seemed to be a member of a Yakuza from all the tattoos that she have, and as well as the black suits dress code.

"You're the one who's always sneaking in my house, aren't you!" I bravely confronted and pointed a sharp pencil at her, as if she's threatened about it.

"N-no... I'm simply just a delivery girl who delivers good chickens in your bed--" Sana nervously stuttered.

"I didn't order chicken for four days straight!" I raised my voice and Sana jumped. "This sharpened pencil has saved my life from kidnappers and bad guys who keeps stalking me... And they're all DEAD. I will kill you if you move another step."

Seriously, threatening a Yakuza member a sharpened pencil and telling them to die?

"Fuck!! My lord is going to abandon me! No! I don't have a place to go! Mina caught me redhanded! It can't be... No! No! My lord is going to sent me off to a countryside that I don't even know...! I'll die in vain! I'll die stupid! I'll die virgin! I'll die poor!" She panicked, repeatedly screaming No in the process.

"H-huh...?" I was confused of her sudden burst of energy. Her words running without an end.

"You're not gonna tell my lord, right?! I'm so begging of you, please! Please! Spare my life!" Sana kneeled deeply with teary eyes.

"You're one of a Yakuza clan, right? Couldn't you act more... Yakuza like?" I say.

Sana sighed. "I know right...?! My lord is just giving me simple task to keep an eye n you, even though you left my lord hanging after she bought you a ring! But I totally understand Mina... the fucking bitch was so rude to you in the pawnshop! It's natural to sulk and be angry! We totally get it! Yet, just simply task and you totally caught me redhanded, she's gonna throw me off to a plane with an automatic parachute and land me to an unknown island!-"

Hold on, is that someone I know?!

Before she could finish her line, I immediately shook her shoulder. "Wait right there! Are you talking about Park Y/N? That richalicious I just hang out with?"

"Yes.. *sob* *sob* ... wait, richalicious?" Sana's expression went from crying to confused. "Oh! Is it because my lord has no room for her to place her money, not even a bank can't hold it or an ATM machine, or a safety deposit box can fit! And her sweat tastes a little sour to be honest--"

"Alright, be quiet!" I shook her shoulder to change the subject. "She's a Yakuza boss?"

"An underboss," Sana answered.

I can't believe it. I've been hanging around with a criminal... who have shed a couple of innocent bloods from around the city. They raid places, bomb the city, robbed a car and a bank! She was a Yakuza, all along?!

I pull my hands away from her and grabbed my phone contact Y/n.

"It's you." Y/n answered. "I've been waiting for you to call me." Her voice was so monotone.

"I'm coming over to your place right now..."

"Wait, this is not my courier calling?" Y/n asked.