V's POV:
The art of eye contact.
Seeing her eyes tells me one thing.....She observes...She listens..She smiles..and then she walks away.
V: I asked a question. It's rude to leave the person unanswered.
Y/N: I'm still trying to figure out why your in my room.
V: Is it that...
V: Or are you trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.
I scoped the room before I sat down.
The bed has the tiniest bump on the top right and the restroom feels like it's not even ours. She has 4 different knives under the mattress, 1 under the lamp on the nightstand and 2 in the restroom under the carpet and one in the cabinet.
I really underestimated her.
I wen't into Irene's room and she has 3 different guns. One under her pillow, another near the door in the trash can and the last one in the restroom.
As far as I'm concerned, they're no threat to me but rather to someone else.
I went in to their rooms when they were in Father's office. Their guards were waiting for them outside my Father's Hallway. They went in his office alone and entered the elevator alone. But they were still waiting for them.
- Since she's seen me, she's eyed all the places her knives were at.
She's taking precaution....Fascinating.
Y/N: There is no reason to want to get out of this. I have no fear of this situation.
- She stops and smiles at me.
Y/N: I've done nothing wrong.
V: Then...
- I tilt my head up to the ceiling, laying on the sofa.
V: I assume you have an answer for me.
Through the half mirrored ceiling, my eyes get drawn to her hands playing with her rings. She takes a step back then finally turns around and removes her rings completely, placing them on a hand that holds jewelry.
Almost as if she was thinking about how this situation could go.
Y/N: Forgive me for my lack of interest but...
Y/N: I myself don't have a steady answer for you. I haven't been given an answer for my own knowledge. I'm not allowed to demand an answer from anyone if a reason or explanation hasn't been given to me. Meaning the Heads of our Family must've ordered it.
Y/N: Who?
- She turns to face me. Her eyes roaming mine.
Y/N: I'd also like to know who sent Jimin to get her.
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Mafia & Heir [BTS V FF]
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