Mafia Stepbrothers

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Y/N's dad P.O.V:

I smiled having fun and..

Pew!

I fell to the ground while shutting my eyes tightly and not being able to move my leg anymore. The pain was unbearable! It felt like someone was grabbing a knife and stabbing it into my thigh.

I opened my eyes and saw a blurry Kim Taehyung standing in front of me. How did he escape?

Then everything turned black.

Taehyung P.O.V:

We put him in the basement tied into a chair.
We were ready and we knew that he was coming. Me being caught and almost killed was all a part of our plan. Jungkook, Jeong Gyu and some other friends were also hiding waiting for the right moment. We don't want to kill him, or make him suffer, but we have to stop him somehow.

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We fixed the basement and put him there. I put a bed and a fridge full of food. There was also a toilet. The basement had everything but it wasn't really luxury. I didn't want him to suffer but I still didn't want him to hurt people. We brought someone that would help him with his leg and treat it.

The days went by while he was in the basement and me and my other mafia friends were trying to decide where to put him or what to do with him.

Let him go you might say? If we let him go he can do worse. We never know what he can come up with. It's okay if I get hurt but I don't want Jungkook, Jeong gyu, BTS, Army or other people to get hurt.. especially Y/N.

Y/N P.O.V

I waited for Taehyung while I was home alone because he told that there was something important happening that includes the mafia thing. Whatever I don't really care! I trust him that he won't cheat right? What if he cheats? It's okay right? I don't like him! Or maybe I like him. I like him a little.. a lot.. a little.. I don't know. Wait no I like hi-

My thoughts were cut off by a sound of a gun shot.

What's going on?

I got scared and just held my knees tightly into my chest. Is Taehyung okay? Is he dead? Is it he getting shot? Or is it him shooting? Am I gonna die?

Every question I could think of was flowing in my head and the more I thought, the more worried I got about Taehyung.
I sat like that for a couple of minutes, then suddenly Taehyung entered the house. His head was bleeding, his eye were blue and he couldn't open it. His face and arms had many scars. I ran to him and hugged him.

Y/N: Thank god you're alive! Are you okay!

I said and broke the hug. I saw his shocked face staring at me.

Taehyung: Y-yeah I'm oka-

Y/N: Come I'll treat your wounds and scars! Sit down!

I said and went to get the first aid kit. When I got back he was already sitting on the couch and I sat with him.

Y/N: Take care of yourself! Please!

I said as I put some medical stuff on the cotton and put it on one of his scars. He winced then said.

Taehyung: Okay mom!

Y/N: I'm serious! Don't die!

He chuckled.

Taehyung: Okay!

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Days went by and everything was normal. Same routine, wake up, shower, go to work, come back, sleep. Yep! Almost everyday. It came a day where I was home alone and I wanted to get something from the basement.