unafraid [bts x you]

xii. possessive

The morning after bringing the grocery's back, the sky was clouded, and rain hit my window relentlessly, keeping me in a groggy, tense state between asleep and awake. There was thunder and there was lightning—the perfect storm. The weather, however, was not what was keeping me from uncurling from the covers. I refused to get out of bed the moment I saw the clock, not wanting to start the routine I had begun to familiarize myself with because I was scared. If my leg was fine now, there was a chance the boys were all waiting for me down at the first floor to kick me out with only half a bottle of water and a tattered umbrella. I paused my thoughts and scratched my chin. No, the umbrella would be too kind.

"Well, maybe I'll get a plastic bag..." I mumbled, pressing my lips together. The clocked ticked on and I somehow found it in myself to just get up, wash my face and actually start getting ready. If I was going to be thrown out, I might as well be dressed to start scavenging for wallets right after. I searched for the map of Suwon that was in my backpack and tucked it into the back pocket of my jeans, ready to leave once I was off the property. Just as I was about to sling the backpack over the shoulder that was least sore, two knocks on the door made me fumble.

"Y/n, let's go, please" Ho-seok knocked on the door again and I widened my eyes. Please? Did he just say please? I bit my lip and picked up my pace. I was definitely getting kicked out. Throwing on whatever I had left that was considered mine, I opened the door and headed out, following Ho-seok and Jimin closely behind. I didn't notice the weird stares they gave each other as they noticed how packed I was. I walked through the doors into the warehouse in silence and Jeong-guk, who was standing behind the doors, pulled at my backpack, yanking me backwards harshly without warning.

I stumbled, falling into his arms as I misspoke. "What the fuck?"

Just as expected, Jeong-guk let me drop the moment he heard my sentence. I wasn't allowed to cuss when the others were around, it was a sign of disrespect. Rubbing my ass, I stood up slowly and bowed my head to apologize as everyone else laughed.

"Where do you think you're going, Y/n?" Tae-hyung chuckled, already in his spot, waiting for today's instructions, "Today's a big day, you're gonna be real busy."

Ho-seok took a long drag from his cigarette and tapped his pack on the table behind him before handing it over to Seok-jin to start passing around. I blinked and tried to not look surprised, setting down my bag as I searched my head for a plausible excuse. If they were talking to me like I was still staying, then it couldn't hurt to play along, right?

"I'm planning on cleaning out the room, so I brought everything with me, so I can dust later," I explained, taking a cigarette and handing the box to Yoon-gi. It was a pleasant surprise when he didn't snatch it out of my hand, but when he tossed it on the ground for me to pick up, I frowned and pretended I didn't see it. Before he could smack me over the head to make me move, Nam-joon started to speak.

"We have a handful of new people after our old ones got into a gunfight down by 16th street, so we need three of you to get them started," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Everyone cringed at the mention of the street and even I looked away. Seven of our men died because they had taken the wrong road and it had just been such a mess, I remembered how tense everyone was that day that I had to stay secluded in my room to avoid a random black eye.

"I'll go," Jin raised his hand.

Tae shrugged. "Sure."

"Why the fuck not," Yoon-gi mumbled as his cigarette moved up and down between his lips.

Nam-joon nodded and held up a small stack of manila folders. "Y/n, you're going with them to keep track, as per the usual."

I nodded and stepped forward to take the pile. Jimin and Seok-jin both caught themselves staring as I moved past the boys and made sure to look away before I could notice. The jeans were a bit tight around the back, I had worn these since they were the ones that could get me past certain security out on the streets... not the right jeans when with a group of gang members.