[Yoongi FF] You Can't Trust Everyone✔ [ON HOLD]

07 (edd.)

As quiet as possible, Y/N carefully took each step down, also occasionally peering at her surroundings. The place was so quiet, the silence being strangely loud. She couldn't see much due to it being just about pitch dark, the moon shining through the transom above the obnoxiously tall double doors being her only source of light. She finally takes her last step down, proceeding to let out a deep breath.

She headed straight for the doors, only for both of them to be locked shut. A "fuck" leaves her mouth as she realizes her situation. Shes fucked. She speedily jiggled with the locks, attempting to find any way to unlock the doors.

"They're not gonna open." A sudden, guttural voice spoke, causing her breath to hitch. She closed her eyes shut, her arms dropping to her side. Now she's really fucked...

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"You do realize that we're the ones that are keeping you safe, right? You'd most likely be dead if you weren't here." Slightly yelled the dark-haired individual.

"Well, how the hell am I supposed to know that? Just imagine waking up one day, bruised, sore, not being able to recall any memories of what the hell happened, and in a stranger's home." She argued. "Oh yeah, how could I forget? With seven men!"

"Calm down. We get it, you wanna leave but trust us, you're safer with us than out there." One of the seven men assured.

"Why the hell do you guys even care about my safety so much? You guys don't even know me!" She shouted.

"Y/N Wang?" Questioned a deep voice, causing her to avert her attention to him. "Aka, Jackson's little sister?" Her tense body softened, her eyes dropping to the ground as she heard those words.

"How the hell do you know these things?" She softly questioned.

"Jackson was one of us. He'd often speak about you." Began another one of the several men as he arose from his seat on the couch, beginning to slowly walk towards her with both hands placed deep inside of his pockets. "We made a plea to always look after one another, but after he died, we felt like we failed him. So, we took it as our responsibility to keep you safe, knowing that the person who killed him is most likely now after you."

"How do I know you guys aren't lying?" She interrogated, still unsure of whether she should believe it or not. The male sighed before retrieving a tiny box from the bottom of the tall shelf placed at the back of the massive living room, handing it to her. "Here."

She slowly untied the ribbon closing it shut, removing the opening of the box. A tear threatened to escape her eyes as they came upon the familiar item. "He never got to wear it." She softly commented in a brittle tone. It was the same bracelet that Jackson gifted to her on her 16th birthday, the last day that he was alive.

"Do you believe us now?"