Hi lovely reader, welcome to my first-ever fanfiction. This book is in honour of BTS and because I miss them.
To sum it up, this book takes place in an alternate universe where Mafia controls everything and those would be the Bangtan Boys or BTS. S...
"Here you go Eun-woo si ", Hoseok said, passing on the tablet to the black-haired girl.
" Okay, Pari, you can do this. Remember, you are not doing this for the first time. You can do it.", with such thoughts and lingering fear, Eun-woo carefully grasped the tablet from both hands, one for respect and the other to hide her trembling fingers.
" Let us know if you need any changes hyungsu. We just let the designer do their work and asked them to create a modern studio.", Namjoon said, sitting near his husband who was still near Eun-woo providing her the warmth and comfort of home.
Eun-woo nodded and looked in the tablets, with hope of seeing some kind of torture room or at least a some form of cage. But what she saw shocked her. In front of her eyes, were literally, the blueprints of some of the most modern and sleek looking studio apartments. From the layout, she could make out a cosy living room, followed by a small hallway, which opened in a small living room and had an open plan overlooking the kitchen. The living space was big enough for one person with a three seater sofa and a TV. The kitchen held all the hi-tech appliances and had a small bar/ dinning area.
Further right next to kitchen where steps going towards the master bedroom. The room itself was an eu-suite with a designer king sized bed in middle, decorated with soft shades of midnight grey and metallic purple. There was a walk in closet and floor to ceiling openable windows with a patio and cosy window seat. Right next to the master bedroom was another small room, which was labelled as study in the layout. This place was decorated in matt grey colour and dark beige colour furniture. The room had plenty of sunlight coming in from the big windows on the east direction and a desk was placed right in front of the windows. On the desk were some office supplies with a mac book and an i-pad. Opposite to the desk was a small couch with bean bag and coffee table in the centre.
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This is what I'm imaging the layout like.
Please imagine the patio near bedroom rather than in living room.
Eun-woo was really shocked seeing the layout and the decoration of the place. What she expected was a torture room at worst, or a small room at best. But this, this was something beyond her imagination. She was so shocked that all she can do was look at the pictures without blinking, her eyes nervously darting around the room, waiting for one of the say, "Ah, jokes on you. Your room in down there in the dungeon" in a cruel dark emotionless voice, the same way her biological farther used to address her.
But instead of the cold emotionless voice, she was bought out her shocked trance from a deep soothing voice of Yoongi, "Eun-woo si, do you not like it?", he asked.
"Uh... No,... I mean, it's beautiful. but all of these for me?", she asked, her voice laced with apprehension, curiosity and biggest of all hope.
"Of course hyungsu. Like we said before, you are now part of the family. Please do let us know if you need to make any changes. Yoongi hyung is an architect and he designed that apartment, and Tae did all the interior designing. Let them know if you want nay changes and they can make it happen", Jimin said cheerfully, snuggling with his husband on the love seat.
"But why? I seriously don't understand why are you all doing this much?@, Eun-woo mumbled, her voice sounding tired and exhausted. "What is it that you gain from this? TELL ME. TELL ME. Please tell me.", Eun-woo exclaimed, her voice raising, all the mixed emotions being too much for the poor girl. The poor girl was literally thrown in whirlwind of the emotions where in just span of 48 hours, she had seen the members hating her, to tolerating her to now caring for her. All of these moods are giving her a whiplash.
"Nothing. We don't gain anything from any of it. I understand you must be confused, but please let me explain. Yes we disliked you at first, because, well it was because of your family that Hobi had to marry someone without his will", Namjoon spoke, his voice gentle yet firm as if to get to the distraught girl's heart.
"I was too. I was too angry, frustrated and ready to kill someone. No I did not want this marriage either. All I wanted was to snuggle with my ma, be hugged by my papa, cuddle my bub and just talk with my VJ. Did I get that, NO! Instead I was robbed of my life" Eun-woo wanted to shout this words. She wanted to scream them till her throat bleed, but she couldn't. All she could do was listen to the leader of the world's biggest Mafia.
"Before your weeding, when investigated about you. But, when we could not find anything of you before the three years, we got suspicious, which further increased on the weeding night. That's when we dug deeper and found out the real truth.", Namjoon continued
" Eun-woo si we are just doing this and making you feel comfortable, because you are as trapped as me in this game of power. Honestly, more than me. And, truthfully, we do gain from this.", Hoseok spoke this time, his eyes never leaving those teary brown-eyes which where glistening just like an opal.
"We are gaining your forgiveness. It was because of my family's greed that you had to suffer, your family had to suffer. It was the feud between my family that got everyone in this mess, and I am deeply sorry about it. I understand you had already gone through a lot and I or anyone here want to add in your stress. Honestly, if it was up to me I would have let you free the moment I knew the truth, but because of the bloody contract, I can't. But I promise you, we are not laying when we say you are family now. Forced or arranged, marriage is marriage and I had promised to protect you and always keep you happy. You are not a prisoner in here. You are free to do whatever you want. Please don't think of yourself as someone below. You are our equal.", Hoseok finished, his voice all chocked up as if he will cry anytime soon. His chocolate brown eyes meet the amber coloured ones, one carrying all the sadness of the world with hint of fiery anger, and other burning with sincerity and underlying sadness.
"I really don't know who is at fault her Hoseok si. And I seriously don't know what to do. I ma scares, confused, angry, hopeless, helpless and just down right miserable. You all are the first one to show me with kindness. To treat me as a human in three years. I really want to trust you. To believe in this marriage. But I don't know how. I am scared, too scared.", Eun-woo cried, poring out all her hidden emotions about the marriage, about the brothers. She was continuously crying. Tears streaming down her face without a sound from her moth as if showcasing how much this broken girl had suffered silently.
All the members kept quite. Nobody knew what to say to this broken girl. To a once cheerful bubbly full of life soul who had faced such hardships that all there is left is a broken shell. In a way, they were weeping as well. For their brother, for this beautiful soul, for their family, for failing to protect their won, for failing as Bangtan.
A/N - Hi my imaginary readers. How are you liking this book? Is it being too slow, repetitive, emotional?
Don't worry just a few more chapters and then it is going to be just fluff and cute moments.
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