Chai Darling, a Mexican-Korean is a Korean idol as BTS' 8th member, this her story on how she lives with 7 other boys.
This is an alternative Universe, other AUs will be in this book as well.
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Darling opened her eyes to see her whole house completely dark, and eerily quiet.
Darling walked through her hallway slowly, the strain in her chest growing every second with every step, her fingertips touching the wall to help somewhat navigate her way through the completely darken area.
As she walks towards a doorway, there was silence, but Darling heard jagged breathes. Her pain started to increase more, scared of what the breaths belonged too.
Then, a lighter was heard as Darling eyed the small flame.
What the hell?
Then all the lights turn on and Darling is wide eyed.
10 men stood around the small living space of her home. Jimin, Yoongi and the red haired man stood in front as they look at her.
"What- how-?"
"This is Taehyung." Yoongi told as he gestured to the red haired man now having a name associated to him.
"T-that doesn't give you a reason as to why you're in my house." She says stuttering, staring hard into each of their eyes.
"Actually, I think we do have a reason." Yoongi said as they all moved to the side revealing Darling's mother and younger brother, who is 12, on chairs, their hands zip tied behind the chair's back. There were black scarves tied around their mouths, making them unable to speak. Darling stared in horror at how quickly they were essentially captured.
"I have done literally nothing wrong to you!" Darling said with major confusion.
"You saw us kill a man!" Taehyung told, pointing his finger at her. She was mildly confused.
"I saw him face down in the ground you dipshit!" Darling argues. Keeping up the act of not realizing they actually did kill a man, but they don't need to know that.
"You always seem to come for me rather then the other way around. First was the alley, next at The boxing gym, then in the locker rooms at the Roulette. Whatever vendetta you have against me is just invalid!" She argued, her mother started to cry as her younger brother looked around confused with the conversation.
"Our Vendetta is him." Yoongi points to a picture on a wall. Darling turns and sees her father's picture on the wall, his final winning position was photographed. That was his last fight, that picture of him, his hands in the air, his face bruised and beaten and bloody. Darling stared at her father's face, happiness radiated off the picture with his stance, both hands in the air, his gloves still on his hands as the ref held his left forearm. Representing the victory.
Below strings were connecting two gloves, the material on the gloves peeling off around the rounded surface, representing the multiple uses it has gone through as it hung under the picture.
"Chai Seok, best South Korean Boxer in the mid 80s, early 90s." Jimin says. Darling looks at the gloves, then at the men.
"What does my father have to do with anything?" She asked.
