The Mafias Princess | Hoseok Centric/BTSxHoseok [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

Hoseok POV

Wait... hold up... did they just say... Bangtan mafia...

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you." The male named Seokjin said in a soothing tone.

"What wi-will I be do-doing?"

"Well first off you'll be going to school. We have to find a role for you to work in for the mafia." The green-haired male named Namjoon said while crossing his right leg over the other.

"Oh no..." I said under my breath, but I guess it was loud enough for Seokjin Hyung to hear.

"Why did you say that?"

"U-Umm... no rea-reason..."

"It sounds like there is a reason. Now say why." The scary one name Yoongi said while looking me right in the eyes.

"E-Erm...Uh, I uh... I-I get b-bull-bullied at sc-school..."

"Why is that?" Jimin looks at me with curiosity and worries in his eyes. All the members had that look.

"M-My little bro-brother ran aw-away three y-years ago... when people found o-our about it, they started saying h-he had ran away b-be-be-because he didn't l-love us any-more..." I said as hot tears ran down my face. Seokjin wipes the tears with his thumb and pulls me into his chest.

"Do they harm you in any way?" Namjoon looked at me worried and placed a hand on my knee.

"Ye-Yeah, they bring p-pock-pocket kni-knives to school. I've been stabbed a bit and cut a bit but I-I could patch my-myself up, even s-sti-stitching myself up." I finished and lifted u my shirt, three long. wavy, stitched lines across my chest and stomach.

"Oh my gosh. We're talking to the principal tomorrow." I put my shirt down.

"And out comes mama Jin..."

"So you have medical training?" Namjoon asks, curiously.

"Yeah, I u-use to go to work with my mother, she wo-work at the hospital nearby. I just picked up o-on things... I know ho-how to put a bandage on to doing sur-surgery. I know I'm young and shouldn't know how to do surgery, but m-most people my age would freak out at the sight of a lot of bl-blood. I guess I had just fitted in." I shrug and lookup. I see their shocked faces.

"How old are you?" Jungkook asks, still surprised.

"He's 17 almost 18." A person with a low voice stated.

I jump slightly. It looks as if everyone else did too. We all look at the person who holds the low voice.

"What? You think I'm not going to look up the new kid's information? You guys have known me for years and you are surprised? Geez..." Taehyung said, rolling his eyes also keeping a straight face.

"Fun fact. Hoseok was given a medical degree four months ago, he should have an ID for it."

I take my wallet out and show my ID.

"Huh, so you'll be our medical specialist. That's your job from now on." Namjoon explains, ruffling my hair.

"O-Okay."

Time Skipy

We were heading to my school. We arrive and step out. I hold onto Jimin's big hand. Are my hands small??

We walk into the front office for a meeting with the principal. Apparently, my Hyung's are now my guardians.

"Hello Mr. Geng, we're here to discuss your schools' safety," Namjoon said with a fake smile.