Let Go || BTS x READER [COMPLETE]

7. First

I reached the front of my house scared as fuck at the threat I had just encountered. I looked across the street from the front of my apartment building, seeing silhouettes of two people.

As I stood there, they came closer and closer, until their faces were seen under the light of the street lamp.

Their body was well built. They were wearing black suits and a red tie, black slacks and their hair was gelled all nice and slick. They have a scar on their face, both of them had it on the right as well.

I stood there, hiding my emotions looking at them. "We were told by your father to take what you have. Open the door or your sister dies."

"You wouldn't." They held out a phone, on speaker mode while I hear my sister crying. "Eonnie! Help me! Please!"

I shivered and opened the door for them, immediately pushing me aside to take some stuff. While I stood there watching them, it occurred to me that I missed a certain point.

"My father's dead!" The strange men looked at me and rolled their eyes. One came up to me and lifted his hand up as if he was threatening to hit me.

"Well then princess. Why don't you shut your mouth!" I flinched, for the very first time in my life and stayed quiet. After they had done searching through some of my stuff, they found the money I've been saving to continue college.

"No! Please! I need that!" I held on to his shirt, trying to stop him from leaving. My emotions spilling out, but tears managed to stay put.

They only pushed me away, leaving with all the money I had. My phone again, rang in my pocket, making me grab it. An unknown number displayed with a text message.

"(Y/n) its Jimin, where are you???" I grabbed my bag, my shoes and left again. He sent me the address after I had said that I was on my way.

I walked through the streets, bag on my shoulders and my hands full. My eyes looking directly in front of me, not noticing the tears that were running down my face.

I managed to knock on the door of the studio with the back of my hand while my fingers held my shoes. I looked down at the floor right before they opened the door, hoping they don't notice the clear liquid crystals falling out on my eyes, but I guess you can never avoid that.

"(Y/n)!!! You're here!" You looked up at him, more tears falling from your eyes while his happy face changed into a worried one in less than a second.

They let me in, grabbing my stuff, patting my back and made me sat immediately down on the couch sitting awkwardly in the corner of the room.

Bangtan, the first ever people who saw me cry. They're the first ever people who became worried about me besides my sister. They're the first to ever care for me at all in my whole life after what had happened in the past.

Bangtan, the first people who will (probably) ever know my story.
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