Our Prize [BTS x Reader] Mafia AU!

Chapter 13 - Yoongi

"Come on, wake up. I'm really getting tired of having to wake you up, you know." I heard a voice say before my eyelids fluttered open. Sitting at my feet cross-legged with a scowl was Yoongi himself.

He sighed once I woke up. "You're cute when you're asleep." Yoongi plainly said and I sighed as I rubbed my eyes tiredly. Once I did manage to get to sleep it felt like it was only 2 minutes before I was woken up again.

After all the crying I had done the night before had tired me out. I stood attempted to stand up, forgetting about my lead that was chained to the wall. The moment I hit the glass mirrored floor I felt my tears well up all over again. How insignificant was I? I felt like a dog being punished for no reason. What had I done to be given a sentence such as this. The answer was nothing, I had done nothing.

A tear hit the glass panel and Yoongi immediately noticed it.

"You cried a lot last night as well, your eyes are all red and puffy. You're crying because you are unhappy yes? We are making you unhappy." Yoongi repeated the word 'unhappy'. Hopeful that it came through to me. I looked up at him after taking in a shaky breath.

"I don't wanna..." I trailed off as I hid my face in my knees, my hair covering my face while I sobbed quietly.

Yoongi's eyes furrowed as he listened to my sobs, as if hearing them gave him an aching pain. "I'm not good with people crying. I'm not good at reading emotions. Tell me what to do." I realised that even though Yoongi was a smart man, a genius according to the others, he wasn't brilliant enough to decipher basic human emotions and empathy. That's why he seems so cold all the time.

"I don't want to be on the lead anymore. I'm not a dog." I spoke in a small voice, afriad that Yoongi might become mad. Whenever i would try to speak up Yong-Jun was quick to shut me down. I quickly learnt to not stand up against him. But I had to try and speak for myself now.

Instead of hitting me or yelling, Yoongi swiftly leant over to me, crawling over on his knees and leant over to my neck and began fiddling with the collar.

Yoongi's brown eyes looked deeply into mine. I felt the heat radiating from his face as he nimbly removed the collar from my neck. As it dropped to the ground, he moved away and stood up. "You can be without it in the house. But when you are sleeping and going outside we have to have it on you." He set down the ground rules and I slightly rolled my eyes.

'Still feel like a dog. Now I just have a schedule.' But I nodded in agreement and stood with Yoongi as he walked over to the opened panel door. At least I'll have some sort of freedom.

"I'll get Jin to bring you some food to my room. Today I'm looking after you. We will be in my room for the whole day so please behave yourself while I work." The look Yoongi gave me as I stepped out of the Glass Room was enough for me to realise that he had no trust in me to behave. I walked in front of him as he led me around the corridors by one of my shoulders.

There was a door, decorated in black with a mint green trail of maple leaves across the wood as he inputted a number into the for handles keypad. As it clicked open, I realised I was back in the room that I had first woken up in.

'So I was in Yoongi's room?' I asked myself before getting nudged into the room by Yoongi who shut the door behind us and swiftly went to his desk. "I'm working on saving your ass from Yong-Jun's son, so please don't distract me." He plopped himself onto the roller chair and gave me a glance over his shoulder, I confirmed myself with a nod.

The time seemed to go much slower than it was. I sat on Yoongi's bed looking through a photo album that was lying there opened already. In one photo, a much younger Yoongi stood beside a refined looking man with a placid expression. A woman with grey streaks starting to braid themselves through her hair sat on a sofa beside Yoongi as she held a hand to his shoulder. I assumed these were his parents.

In a photo underneath that, Yoongi must've stolen the camera when his friends had come around. I saw a photo of a boy with one of his front teeth missing as he gave a wide box smile, obviously from the tooth falling out. It took me a moment to realise it was Taehyung! The next photo had Taehyung, Yoongi and another boy with a wide glowing smile kneeling on the floor while colouring in. My best guess would be that it was Hobi.

They all looked too adorable. But then it hit me that these boys had been together ever since they were young! It wasn't a gang they had just created out of no where, these boys in the photos had now grown to have made a life dedicated gang. I flipped the page over to see a teenage photo of Yoongi with Jungkook and Namjoon as they all stood in suits looking rather serious in front of a fireplace. It unsettled me to see Jungkook not smiling...a smile that was usually one on his face.

"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" Yoongi cut in. My head whipped up and I met his gaze from across the room in his seat as he face me, examining my movements with a pencil gently pressed against his lip. "Do not touch another person's property." I puffed my cheeks and shut the album as I crossed my arms. "Well you've been working. What else was I supposed to do?" I asked him, surprised when Yoongi didn't answer me.

He stood up abruptly and snatched the photo album from me while giving me a small glare, he looked like he was trying to figure out what my deal was, or even where the pieces of the puzzle fitted.

"Do not touch this ever again." He spat before shoving the folder into his desk drawer and carrying in with whatever he was working on over there. I didn't want to ask him either.

(( I wonder if there is anything in the photo album that Yoongi didn't want (Y/N) to see. And if so, what could it mean!? OOOO

Anyways hope you enjoyed!

Until next time!
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