Mafia & Heir [BTS V FF]

Ep.15 Pt.2

Y/N's POV:

Hyuna:  What happened, you need to tell me.

- She's noticed the mood change in me. I've been avoiding the topic since I got here.

Y/N:  Let's just focus on getting ready, I am the host after all.

- I say in an attempt to change the topic.

Hyuna:  Y/n, we are not leaving till you tell me what happened? Are you ok? I haven't seen your pupils that dilated in a long time.

It's true, my pupils only dilate when I'm ready to go on a killing spree. It's as if the demon in me wakes up and summons my entire being.

They dilate when I'm torturing. Your pupils dilate when your doing something or see something you love, and well, it's true, I enjoy what i do. It only shows how fucked up I am.

Hyuna:  Come on.

- She say pushing a strand of hair behind my shoulder.

Hyuna:  Who made you want to stab them cold? Hmm?

- I take a second to close my eyes in order to calm myself.

When I open them, my pupils no longer cover my eyes, they've reduced. I no longer feel anger, but rather sadness.

Y/N:  That half blooded bitch. She called me her sister.

Hyuna:  What...? Are you serious? Is she delusional?

Y/N:  I don't know who she is or who she thinks she is, but she need to be reminded where her seat is and be thankful she even has one.

Call me cruel, but you have no idea what those half blooded rats have done to me. They've made my life a living hell along with that roach they call mother.

They've humiliated me in ways you couldn't even imagine. They've made everyone turn against me for the longest time. It's not that I have daddy issues, believe me, I'm passed that phase.

But I would be lying to you if I said I didn't yearn for a father, or a parent for that matter. Their the reason why my mother was thrown out, I begged my father to let me go with her. Apparently that was too much to ask for and I was basically called a brat for it. 

I begged my mother to ask for forgiveness after that so she could stay with me, but after I saw how she was eating herself up in her own misery...

I let her go.

We both parted ways, we cried for hours before she left. She promised to come back, but as soon as my father granted her freedom after 20+ years,

She never looked back.

I don't blame her, only god knows how much she's been through. A part of me still hates her for it. I saw her in a park a couple of years ago, back when I was strolling with Hobi to get some air. I confronted her and basically dragged her to a hotel where we could talk in private.