Indigo // BTS Mafia AU

Six

I was sitting at a large dinning table similar to the one in my own house. Only, this was not my house. No, I was in the Kim's mansion, sitting with my enemies around a table. From afar it may look like a family dinner, but closer you'd see the truth.

The table was silent, no one was sure whether to talk or not. Tension was thick in the air, I personally was suffocating in it.

"So...." The only boy I don't know starts. He's blond, tall, and very good looking. "Are we going to talk about it or....?"

-

"Liar."

That's to only thing I can say when I look at Jungkook. Sure, his eyes looked sincere but it couldn't be true, he was lying.

"Ara I'm not-"

"Liar!" I yell it this time. I'm sure people outside the door heard it. I hear footsteps I know they're coming now that the tension has gone from zero to a hundred.

"Why would I lie to you?!" Jungkook exclaims.

"There's no way, my father would never-"

"Never kill someone?" Jungkook cuts me off. "Ara he's a mob boss that's exactly what he does, and your mother was no exception."

I let our a war cry as I jump to attack Jungkook, but I never reach him. Hands had wrapped around my waist and were holding me back as I clawed at the air.

"Let me go!" I yelled at my captor.

"A little help!" Yoongi yelled as I was starting to break free of his grasp. I see Jimin and Hoseok at my sides and they grab my arms, holding them against my body as I continue to struggle.

"Ara calm down!" Jungkook looks at me as if I'd gone crazy. Maybe I had, but his words set me off. I knew my father, he cared for me, he only wanted the best for me. He would never lie to me.

"Give her to me!" Another voice yells. A tall blond boy appears at my side. Yoongi wastes no time throwing me into his arms. The new guy throws me over his shoulder with a yelp from me and walks me out of the room.

-

"There's nothing to talk about, Jungkook is a liar," I narrow my eyes at the boy sitting two seats away from me.

"Why hadn't you told us this before?" Namjoon stares daggers at Jungkook. "Still feel an alliance with the Fey's?"

"No," Jungkook says sternly. "I just didn't feel like it was relevant."

"Wasn't relevant?" Yoongi scoffs. "It's probably the most relevant piece of information you've ever given, and it wasn't even to us." If glares could kill, Jungkook would be dead right now because of Yoongi's stare.

"If it were true," I scoff.

"Shut it," Yoongi snaps at me. "Just because you're sitting at this table does not mean you have a voice. You are still a prisoner," He points at me. I click my tongue and glare at him.

"You've always been my favorite Yoongi," I say sarcastically. "Always so warm and fuzzy."

"How do we know if it's true?" Namjoon turns the conversation back on track.

"It's not," I cut in. Yoongi slams his fists on the table and stands up angrily, looking at me.

"I swear I'm gonna-"

"Enough!" Namjoons booming voice probably sent the mice in the walls away in fear. Everyone stopped talking and looked at Namjoon. Yoongi sat back in his seat with a hard face. "I do not like to repeat myself," Namjoon growled.