Imperium | BTS Mafia AU (NamJoon FanFic)

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NamJoon had left me in the kitchen that night and the feeling of bewilderment was still thick in the back of my throat. I still couldn't sleep, but it was different this time; my mind was exceedingly active. I kept thinking of what NamJoon had said about JiMin-- about what he thinks of me. Did JiMin really have impure, lustful thoughts of me? Was I just another girl to him, like I wasn't someone he needed to respect? Every time I tried to roll those thoughts out of my mind, they came back even stronger. I didn't want to paint JiMin in that light, but no matter how I thought of it, I couldn't stop thinking about JiMin in a negative way. I wanted to know what JiMin thought of me; I wanted to hear it from him and not NamJoon, but I didn't want to intrude on JiMin. I didn't know what to do or what to think and I needed someone to guide me in the right direction. JiSu would know what to do. 

I walked downstairs, still clad in pajamas, and avoided the sleepy boys roaming around the kitchen. Since Jin was picking up the slack, he didn't have time to cook breakfast so the boys had to make their own breakfast, but that resulted in a lot of hangry yelling over food.  They were too distracted to notice me slipping out the door. It was a warm day; the sunshine collided with my exposed shoulders as I walked. There was a slight breeze rustling my kobicha hair. I walked passed people on the streets, but I payed no attention to them. I was captivated by Seoul, the city I had lived in all of my life. It seemed I had been gone for years, that I had moved on into a different universe, but in reality, Seoul was right where I had left it. The same atmosphere, the same smells, everything was the same.  I walked the familiar roads as I listened to the rustle of the morning city awaken. 

"YuNa?" I heard the nostalgic voice call from behind me. I turned around to see a smiling, but slightly concerned YoungJin. I grinned at him, taking in his presence. 

"YoungJin," I gathered him in a hug, letting myself bury my head in his chest. He patted my back and grabbed my face so I was looking at him.

"Where have you been? I thought those men would never let you go! Did you hear about Park YiShik getting murdered? That was them, right?" YoungJin kept bombarding me with questions, but I let him speak. I missed his voice. I missed his touch, his snarky remarks, his flirtation attempts. A part of my wished that nothing had changed, that I would wake up in my own apartment and go to work with JiSu, but the other part of me is so happy that I had met 7 amazing men that would die for me. They support me just like JiSu and YoungJin do, and I could never thank them enough, but there's so much drama that comes along with Imperium Syndicate. "YuNa? Are you okay?" YoungJin's voice snapped me out of my trance. I smiled warmly.

"Of course, I just wanted to talk to JiSu," I replied. He scoffed.

"Of course! Always wanting to talk to JiSu instead of me. You're as rude as ever, Kang YuNa!" He poked my sides and laughed," Why do you look so terrible, anyways?"

"I just woke up, to be honest. Do I look that bad?" I patted my hair down in some lazy attempt to make myself look better.

"Yeah, you look pretty rough. I thought those guys would like buy you clothes and expensive things," we began to walk and talk, going towards JiSu's apartment. YoungJin had kept to his normal routine. He'd go see JiSu every morning to bring her breakfast and to walk her to work. It was painfully obvious that he had a crush on JiSu, but of course, being the person she is, she refuses to notice his affection. I smiled to myself thinking about YoungJin's failed attempts to woo her. He'd bought her flowers and expensive gifts. He's even bought her tickets to see her favorite musicians and he was so excited when she accepted them, but he was quickly crushed when he found out that she was bringing another date. JiSu was being cruel to him without realizing it.

"I just got out of bed and decided to see JiSu. They've bought me so many expensive things it's hard not to suffocate around them," I reverted my attention back to the conversation, laughing at my own remarks. YoungJin laughed with me too, but we both quickly fell silent. The conversation between us faded, and it felt as though we had returned to them time when we were strangers. Everything YoungJin had done was foreign to me now. The way he would slur his words when he would talk or the way he would tap his fingers along his thigh as he walked was so odd to me.