Captivation (A BTS OT7 FF)(21+)(FINISHED)(READ TRIGGER WARNING BEFORE READING)

Prologue

"It's been a very long night," I thought, lifting myself from the embracing comfort of the oversized hotel chair. I stretched from side to side, removing the black thick-rimmed glasses from my face before leaning over and placing my forehead against the cold papers sprawled out on the desk.

Taking a large breath, I lifted my body and scanned the mahogany desk for the cramped blue file that I finished only moments ago. I sighed before reaching over and grabbing it from within its burial ground of the hundreds of contracts I had yet to finish. Rolling my eyes, I snickered to myself before snuggly placing it in one of the drawers and sitting back in the leather chair.

"One down," I groaned to myself, massaging the side of my head.

Placing the file back onto my desk, I cleared my throat as I brought my hands to my face, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. "Ugh" I groaned, shaking my head as my fingertips slid a dark green folder, much bigger than the one I had just put away, closer to me. I found the will to pull the contents from within, searching each agreement by the date until fixed stacks of paper sat neatly on the desk in front of me. Bending down, my dreary hand made its way to the handle of the desk drawer, pulling on the shiny gold before taking the black pen from within and slumping back into my chair.

I held the slim frame up to my face, admiring the gold engraving my father had placed on the pen the day he had it made. "Com amor" I slowly read, tracing every line of gold with my fingertip. Smiling to myself at the way he had presented it to me on my eighteenth birthday. Half smiling, I lowered my hand and placed the tip against the dotted line before signing away a little more of my life.

With every hour that passed my mind seemed to prefer the company of my inner thoughts rather than succumb to the realization that at eleven o'clock in the evening, and I still had not finished signing the contracts that had been assigned to me days ago. "I'm so tired...maybe that's enough for now. It's getting late." I sighed once again, dropping my pen and laying my head on the cold desk.

Looking over to the neon blue numbers beside my bed, I closed my eyes. "Ugh, I wish the clock would stop turning," I said, pushing myself from the chair. I grabbed the floral black robe that sat on the back, wrapping myself in its warmth while making my way over to the bed. I sat down on its edge, grabbing my phone off the wooden nightstand, and admiring the beautiful woman on my lock-screen. "With every year that passes it feels like another part of me has left with you, mom," I whispered to a smiling lady, clutching a three-year-old me while hugging my father.

I giggled at the picture, reminding myself of the fond memories of my first adventure to the beach near my mother's hometown. Looking into her joyous green eyes, I became filled with love and happiness that I felt with every talk we had. "I miss you so much." I sniffled, allowing the tears to flow from my eyes.

I looked over the picture, eyes landing on the smiling version of my younger father as he gazed at the side of my mom's beaming face. I could only think about how he must have felt losing the woman he loved back when everything just seemed so easy. I know the day she came home with the diagnosis it destroyed him. Even when she lost her beautiful brown curls, or lost the weight she complained about losing tenfold, she was the light of his life and he never stopped loving her. After she passed he never wanted Junni or me to know how much he cried every night and how much pain he was really in, so he divulged himself in his work.

I was fourteen when she passed and ever since that day the hole in my heart has blinded me. The thought of only seeing her in pictures, but never being able to hug or talk to her really damaged me. She was my rock in many areas of my life and often was my biggest supporter even when I doubted myself. She was at every science fair, silently cheering from the sidelines as the judges looked over my prototypes and even helped me configure some of them.