Mafia [EDITING]

How to Flirt?

Haruka opened her eyes and expected to be alone like she had the other two nights she slept in Namjoon's room, however she was oddly not alone in the bed. He was awake and watching the morning news.
"Don't you have work?" She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes, still half asleep.
"Nope. I have to watch you today." He replied. Haruka frowned.
"I'm not a child."

"Oh, we all know that you're a woman, Haruka." Namjoon grinned.
"What do you mean?" She asked.

"They couldn't stop talking about it yesterday. I guess your new look has them wondering a few things." He replied
"Like what?"

"Like whether you're a complete virgin or if you've done other stuff." Laughed Namjoon.

"Nope. I've done nothing. I had a boyfriend in highschool but he dumped me because....eh, whatever." At this point she was in the bathroom having trouble doing her hair when Namjoon came up and gently took the hair brush from her. He braided her hair for her and she smiled.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." He replied.
"Listen, I think you adapted to living here really well but now you should try to enjoy it. Maybe flirt a little. It wouldn't hurt and I think it might put the boys in a good mood." He added.

—

Their day went by perfectly fine. After cleaning the house and working out a bit, the rest of the boys came home. They slumped on the couches with long sighs.
"Damn, that one was tough." Sighed Jimin and the others nodded.
Suddenly haruka came out with three bottles of cold beer in each hand and gave it to each one of the boys.

"Thanks sweet thing!" Smiled Jungkook.
"You start your training tomorrow. Are you excited?" Asked Jin.
"Yes boss!" She said as she nodded her head.
Hoseok turned on the TV that was already set to the news. A shocking name came running across it.

"Following up on our case from earlier this month, twenty year old Haruka Tsukoya has still not been seen or heard from. Due to the fact that the security cameras were blacked out during her disappearance at work, her co workers have no idea what happened. After police searched her car they found no cell phone, wallet, or purse. Police are suspending the search until further notice. Thank you and stay safe." The newscaster stated.

She looked at the TV. It was one thing to see strangers faces on the news but to see her own? It was something from a scary story. She fell into a trance before realising that everything she had known was turned upside down by these men.

"Haru...?" Mumbled Jimin.

She smacked her cheeks a bit and then turned to him.
"Sorry. Can we change it?" She said as she went back into the kitchen.

She washed the dishes she had used the night before and then Hoseok came in.
"Are you alright?" He whispered.
"I don't know. Even though I know fully well that I was kidnapped by you guys, I have this want to keep it going. I don't know what's wrong with me." She buried her face in her hands.

In seconds she felt a warm embrace and turned around. Hoseok was hugging her. Not a sexual hug but a comforting hug.

"What are you doing?" She asked trying to squirm away, however he was persistent and held her tight.
"I know you need a hug. Just give me one." He whispered. Her body felt a bit limp and then, with all her might she hugged him. Hoseok returned the comfort by holding her tightly. She remembered what Namjoon told her.

Flirt a little? Fuck I don't know how to flirt!

Haruka held tight on to Hoseok until he pulled back and they finished their hug.
"There, do you feel better?" He asked.
"Yeah. Thanks. Uhm so do you like my new look?" She asked as she
"Of course. You've always looked amazing and this just heighten your look." He smiled and eyed her body.
"Do you remember when we were alone in your bedroom?" She whispered.
"Yeah?" Hoseok smirked a little.
"Uhm...that was nice." She mumbled with a blush.
"Oh really? Well maybe we should do it again sometime." His hands grabbed her waist lightly and he messed with the hem of her shirt. She nodded her head and ran back into the living room. Namjoon just finished on the phone.

"Sorry guys. I have to go into work for tonight's shift. I'll be back tomorrow morning." He said as he got up and walked to his room.

—

Later that night she was all alone in the large bed. The light from the TV lit up the room just barely. Since she was alone she decided to wear just a t-shirt and some PJ shorts, no underwear. She had been sleeping with a bra on ever since she got there (for protection) and it wasn't as comfortable compared to this. Suddenly yoongi opened the door and she flicked on the lamp next to the bed.
"Oh. Hey yoongi. Are you here to whip-" he cut her off.
"No. We need to talk." He said as he closed and locked the door. He was in sweat pants and a white V neck shirt.
"Okay?" She was concerned but she turned down the TV to listen to him.
"Tomorrow, we're gonna try you out on a few different jobs to see what fits best. I'm gonna be really hard on you. I just want you to be prepared." He said.
"Oh. Alright. Is that it?" She smirked. He noticed her smirk and pushed her down on the bed and held her wrists down.
"Try smirking one more time. You forget I'm not Hoseok. I don't care about the word "no". I will spread your legs," yoongi used his knees to pry her legs open. "and fuck you right here."

She was dead silent. This was so different from Hoseok. Hoseok was tender and gentle while yoongi was rough and didn't give a fuck.

"But I'll let you slide tonight. You're gonna need your strength tomorrow." He laughed, got off her, and left the room.