Lost Love (Yoongi ff)

Prologue

HELLO
I hope you guys will like this story. I will be making it into a Mafia series, so bare with me because this is the first time I'm making a Mafia BTS fanfic.

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*Ten year old Y/N*

Y/N POV

*2005*

I was running out to my back yard into the woods like I would always do when I'm done cleaning my room. I'm holding my little gun that my father gifted me when I was five to the woods. You might be thinking. What a bad parent. Well... he's a Mafia leader, and he wanted to train me to be fearless like him and be a Mafia leader like him. Does my mother agree? She left along with my twin brother when I was three. I remember full well what happened that day. My brother and I were in his room hugging each other mainly because I was scared. Our parents were arguing about something, but we could still hear the yelling. Soon, our mother came in, pushing me off of my brother and taking him away, and we never saw them again. I don't remember how my brother looked like now or my mother, but I didn't care. That was seven years ago, and I became the most dangerous daughter of a mafia leader. My father could't be any prouder of me.

As I made it to my favorite spot, I put down my bag filled with weapons. Including my favorite, the snipper. I have a lot of targets pined on every tree or if I ever see a dear coming. I killed them, but it sometimes rare because they would be far away from my targets, and I couldn't pass the line. Long story short. One of my father's enemy tried taking me thinking I'm weak but they were wrong. So now I have a line which I honestly don't care about. I prepared all my weapons on the side that I would train with. Knifes and different guns. I took one of my guns and aimed to one of the target papers. Everything became quiet for me in the woods. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening my eyes to shoot, but before I could. I heard sticks on the floor break, which meant someone was behind me.

Thinking fast, I turned my gun around, shooting whoever was there. I heard a deep groan coming from behind the tree. I took an extra gun and hid it behind me as well as a knife. I have the other one my hand as I walk closer to the person. "Who are you?!" I ask as I point the gun at the groaning boy. "I said, who the hell are you?! Why are you on my property?" I ask.

"I swear I wasn't going to do anything to you." He said in pain. I slowly put my gun down and look at him closely, then look at the wound where I have shot in his thigh. "You aimed good." He said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "But you were too shaking on your aim."

What? I scoff, looking away. "Like if you could do better. I was trained for three years." I said, crossing my arms together. The boy chuckles, shaking his head despite the pain that he is having on his thigh. "Yah! what's so funny, huh? I could shoot you again, you know." I said, lifting my gun up to him.

"You're a very brave girl. That's cute." He said. I couldn't help but blush. I glare at him, putting away my gun. "I started training when I was three years old so I have more experience than you and because I am older than you," He said with a smile. I tilt my head to the side confused. How would he know my age? "I know who you are. You're Park's daughter, Park Y/N." He smirked.

I grab my gun again and point at him. "How did you know that. Are you one of my father's enemies?" I ask.

"You could say that but not me. My father is." He said breathlessly. I forgot I had shot him. He must be losing a lot of blood. "Don't worry, I wasn't in a mission to get you. I was walking through the wood. I noticed you running here, so I followed you here." He lied. I know he did, but I didn't say anything.