Adopted K.NJ

Truth

She nods, inhaling. Finally. The truth.

He says, slowly, "We're.. kinda like gang members. You know, drug dealers, killers, everything. And.. what you heard was probably someone who didn't pay. We.. get those people often. Any questions before I go any farther?"

She nods and types, "So why exactly did you adopt me?"

He sighs. "As kind of an.. alias. So I don't look suspicious or anything when the cops come or something happens. I'm sorry, I should've told you when I met you, but there was no time. Also.. I like having a kid around and it gives my brothers something to do when I'm gone. Take care of you."

He continues, "And we also have one kind of mental disorder or another. Jungkook is bipolar, Suga has crippling depression, Jimin has anorexia and I'm pretty sure bulimia, because he goes to the bathroom every time he eats, Hoseok has ADHD and he's sadistic, Taehyung has split personalities, Jin-hyung.. cross dresses, and me.. well, I don't really know what I have yet."

She looks at him in sympathy, when a knock sounds on the door. She looks to it in fright as he looks to it in curiosity. He frowns and mumbles, "I wonder who that is..."

He opens the door to see a very depressed Suga. Suga starts saying something to him in Korean, but Namjoon stops him, "No, no, only speak English around her."

He sighs a deep, heavy sigh and growls, "Fine... Did.. you tell hur?"

Namjoon nods, then mumbles, "I'll tell you later. Something happened between her and Jungkookie."

He nods and glances at her, trying to be sneaky, but the action doesn't go unnoticed by either of them. He decides to speak, to make it less obvious he was low-key checking her out, "They.. workin.. on room, OK?"

She nods, smiling slightly at his attempted English. Namjoon whispers, so she can't hear, "You guys are gonna have a kinda.. sleepover. She went into the room when I specifically told her not to, and since she has major anxiety, I said she'd have to spend the entire night with you guys. Just make sure Jungkook doesn't make a move and I swear if you do and I hear about it I will make you take on the next 20 contracts by yourself."

He nods quickly, not that much into killing and drug dealing. Namjoon checks his phone and mumbles, "D**n. It's already 5? What have we been doing all day?" He looks up and speaks to Rose, "Go get into something else more comfortable for you to wear. You have school in two days and we're getting you a new phone tomorrow. I'm surprised that one still works." He looks at the small iPhone in your hands and scoffs.

She glares at him before getting off the bed and lightly kicks him in the privates. She bolts off in the direction of her room, leaving a fuming Namjoon and a laughing Suga behind.

She giggles slightly then stops because it hurts her throat, then rummages through her huge closet, finally settling on a black tank top and some black tights. Basically, everything has to be black.

She quickly slips everything on and runs back out to Namjoon's room, cautiously peaking into his open doorway. Hmm... No Namjoon.

Suddenly, two hands grab her around her waist and throws her onto the bed, jumping on top of her. She screams but it soon turns to laughter when she's almost tickled to death. She hears Namjoon pant and his soft giggles every now and then.

He stops soon and releases his straddling position to laying on the bed beside her. He looks over and mumbles, "I think you should get ready to spend the night with six idiots." He eyes her warily. "And no sneaking back to your room in the middle of the night. I'll have the key to let you out in the morning."

She huffs, her flawless plan ruined because of this man's brilliant mind. He smiles at her. "Smarter than you think, Rose. Now go. They're probably all waiting for you. Do you remember that one room when you first got here with a humongous bed?"
 
She nods, but then whispers, "Y-Yeah, but I don't know where it is."

He smiles and rolls off the bed, picking her up bridal style just moments later. She tries to squirm free, but he has an iron grip on her.

He walks down the hallway until he comes to that door with the one huge bed and knocks with his head, which she thinks is kinda cute.

Not that she'd ever admit that. The door opens and a surprised Jungkook stands there, flustered. You feel Namjoon's jaw clench against your shoulder. There is a very brief exchanging of words, then she's handed off as fast as Namjoon picked her up.

She looks back at Namjoon and reaches her arms out. Namjoon gives her a quick peck on the nose, speedily retreating to his room. As Jungkook closes the door, he has a scary grin on his face and whispers, "You're mine now..."

She frowns as he drops her carelessly on the bed and sits beside her. She huffs and glares at him. He smiles down at her and ruffles her hair. She pushes his hand away and stands up, walking beside Jimin, then sitting on the floor.

Jimin glances at her, then mumbles, "What you wanna watch?"

She types, "Spirited away."

He frowns, "We don't have American version."

She shrugs, indicating she didn't care, so he changes the channel until he finds it. She sits there, watching it, getting more drowsy by the minute.

She feels a head on her shoulder and looks to see Yoongi sleeping, soft whistles coming from his nose.

She smiled and pushes him down on the ground, then curls up on his chest, her head over his heart. She lays there, just listening, and feels a hand start to travel up her thigh.

Her eyes shoot open and just barely catch a glimpse of a hand falling to the floor. When she turns to look at Yoongi, he's smirking. She smacks his chest and lays her head back down.

She starts to feel the hand again. She warns, "Yoongi..."

"I'm not Yoongi." She starts to sit up, but he demands, "Stay there."

She stops trying to get up. She has to think of a way to wake up Yoongi. Right as she goes to twist his nipple - it's the only thing she thought of - Jungkook picks her up. He throws her onto the bed and crawls on top of her.

She watches as his face comes down and he slowly kisses her, softer, then with much more force. She whimpers, "Please stop."

He smacks her thigh. "Shut up or I'll hurt you."

He kisses her again, having a one-sided makeout session. He pulls away slowly, smirking. "Good job baby gurl."

She looks away from him to see everyone else sleeping. No wonder anyone didn't help. But wasn't Yoongi supposed to protect her?
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Hai. Another horrible chapter. I feel kinda sad that no one is reading this yet. It feels like I'm talking to myself now... Tell me what you think, blah blah blah...