The House Of Games (BTS mafia) 18+

8. Bad choice of clothing

Y/N's POV

I woke up in a bedroom that I didn't feel comfortable in.

Laying on the bed I oppened my eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling above me.

In a house that wasn't mine.

The home of 7 guys.

The Kim house.

What am I doing at this point?

Is that what my life came to?

Being forced to become a member of a mafia group...

Because if I don't...

What else is there for me?

Namjoon was clear enough, he gave the impression that he just wanted to use me.

That he finds me useful.

But I know that that's not the only reason that I'm alive and have a comfortable room to stay in for 4 months.

Maybe he thinks that I will like them and join them by my own will.

But what happens when after 4 months I decide to leave and never come back?

Will I be in trouble if I won't stay?

Should I wait and see?

Or escape?

I did make a deal and I never broke one.

Will my stubbornness get me killed?

Is it really worth it?

If I stay and for some reason they just let me go...

Then what do I do after all that?

Is my life something that I really need to fight for?...

My mind came back to reality after I heard some whispering outside my door.

I stood up and took small steps towards the door of my room trying to determine what the people on the other side were saying.

As I was just in front of my door I could hear two people arguing in hush tones.

Their voice were familiar.

Hoseok:
- Just open it...

Jungkook:
- You open it!

Hoseok:
- It's not that big of a deal, she's already awake anyway...

What the fuck?

I oppened the door and in front of me were the two guys now looking at me with only the younger one being surprised.

It seems that the Hoseok guy is impressive even among his own gang.

I stood there just staring at them waiting for them to say what they want.

Jungkook:
- Emm...Jin said that breakfast is ready, he send us to get you.

Me:
- Not hungry.

Hoseok:
- What's the point of being petty about it now?

Me:
- I'm not being petty, I'm being dissmisive. Just leave me be.

With that I closed the door and went for the bathroom.

The truth was that I was hungry, but it felt wrong to sit and eat with them like they are friends or family.

I also...

Can't...

I needed something to vent out.

I decided to search for a place to train.