Fallen Angels || MYG • FF ~AU

Chapter 7

I find my voice again. "Keep me? What do you mean keep me?" Kim Taehyung is now overjoyed once again. "I want to keep her! Can we keep her?" He turns around and runs inside. I hear his deep angelic voice yelling throughout the room. "Jungkook, can we keep her? I want to keep her! Can we please keep her!? I promise I will feed her!" That's when I hear Jungkook's raspy voice. "Taehyung, you want to keep another one?" Taehyung responds in a calmer voice. "Not just for me, for all of us." 'What are they talking about? Keeping me, what does that even mean? This is BTS we are talking about, they aren't aloud to just keep people.' I have so many more questions, but there is only one problem. I still can't get my stupid legs to move.
Jungkook walks out of the door and I locked eyes with him. Jeon Jungkook. Those are the most bloodthirsty eyes I have ever seen on someone. I can read people incredibly well, I like to believe. What I am able to read from Jeon Jungkook terrifies me. He is not the same person that he leads himself to be in front of the cameras. There is something different with him. Something much more twisted. He licks his lips and a smirk forms across his face. "Taehyung. Troll Doll." 'Huh? So I am not the only person who thinks she looks like a troll doll.' I think to myself.
I hear the sound of two pairs of feet coming to the hallway where I stand stiff and still. Jungkook stands staring me down like a hungry predator. "Is this the girl you want to keep Taehyung?" Jungkook says in the same low raspy voice as before. Taehyung answers quickly. "Yes! Can we please keep her? My troll doll says she doesn't have a home. She says she found her on the bus. Apparently she knows who we are and really likes Yoongi hyung." I can't believe my ears. "You told them?!" I squeal out, embarrassment filling my body. She looks at me and smiles that dumb smile. "I only told Tae Tae. No one else even knows about you besides Koo--" Just at that moment, she is cut off by none other than the man himself, Kim Namjoon. "We are not keepi--- oh well hello there um? What's your name?" I answer quickly. "People call me Red." He checks me out for a minute. Then he proceeds to walk over to me. He is as tall as a skyscraper. Kim Namjoon grabs my arm and starts to look over my skin. He notices the cuts and bruises on my arms and legs. "What happened to you Red?" He exclaims calmly. "I-I'm from a bad neighborhood..." I say, shame now being the only emotion I feel. Namjoon lets my arm fall down. I bring it up to my chest, holding it close. "Let's bring you inside. Jin will look you over and help you." Namjoon says as he turns around and heads back inside.
After all this time of my feet being cemented to the ground, I finally manage to break them loose, allowing myself to be able to walk again. I follow Namjoon inside the hotel room, while the girl, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook follow behind us. I follow Namjoon through the living room; which has a glass table and a big TV, along with a leather sofa. We make our way through the kitchen and two gold plated doors. "Have a seat here while I go get Jin." Namjoon extends his hand out to an expensive looking black chair. As I slowly realize this isn't a hotel room; that it is in fact a house inside a hotel, I notice all of the medical supplies surrounding me. The walls are covered in supplies, from as little as a bandaid, clear up the scale to surgery supplies.
I'm nervous to meet Jin. I don't like meeting people in general, but waiting to meet Jin is sending my anxiety through the roof. I look around the room at everyone, to try and stop thinking about it and just calm my nerves. Taehyung and the girl are sitting on the floor playing a game with one another. Jungkook is sitting by the windowsill staring at me. His stare makes me uncomfortable, sending shivers running down my spine. My attention is diverted when I hear conversing coming from outside the door. The voices sound like Jin and Namjoon. "No we can't keep another girl." Their voices are almost a faint whisper. I can only make out small pieces of the conversation. "Do you understand what happened the last time she brought home a girl that Taehyung was excited about?" My heart starts beating quickly. "Yes, I know. You know that we had to do it though." Just then, the voices stop and the door creaks open. I shoot my head up and look at the two tall handsome men walking in. They make their way over to me. Namjoon takes a seat in the chair beside me. While Jin gathers up supplies. Jin hasn't said a word to me. He pours the alcohol on my wounds, causing me a great deal of pain, but I try my hardest not to show it as he wraps up my arm in gauze.
Before Jin packed up and left the room, he gave me a sweet smile. Namjoon, Taehyung and the girl followed Jin out. Jungkook didn't move from his seat until the door closed behind them. Once I heard the final door close, I stand up and head for the restroom to look at myself. 'I haven't actually looked in a mirror in a couple of years.' I think to myself. 'I only saw my reflection in buildings I would walk by.' I enter the bathroom, and I'm met with a giant mirror with lights lining the tops and sides. I stand in front of the full-size mirror looking at myself. Disgust and rage filled my veins. I can't believe what I am looking at, what is looking back at me. I don't know who this person is. There is dirt all over my face. My hair is knotted up into shitty dreads. I have bruises on every inch of my pale white skin. My clothes are ripped to shreds and I am as skinny as could be. 'What happened to me?' I think to myself, but am soon pulled from my thoughts.