Mafia Boss Rising

15: Safe & Warm

The second day of healing was fun. This time, Hobi was the one to stay with you all day.

He thought the physical activity should be enjoyable and not work-related. Therefore, there were no activities like boxing or anything like it. Instead, he thought dancing would be a good choice.

He pulled up some dance videos and you both watched. The difference between you and Hoseok is that Hoseok catches on inhumanly fast. After watching the video once, he had the dance down and had to teach you step by step how to do it.

It took an hour and a half for you to learn, but you pretty much had it. When you both tried to do the entire dance, you hit every step, every wave of the hand, and every tilt of the head. You and Hobi were perfectly in sync which was extremely satisfying for anyone watching.

When the dance ended, Hobi took your hand and twirled you, "WE DID THAT! IT WAS PERFECT!"

"I KNOW!" You cheered.

Your boss came outside with Namjoon. They'd been watching from the living room glass door.

Yoongi smiled from your excitement, "having fun?"

"Yes! What else am I doing?" You asked, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

Yoongi thought for a moment, "you can do some laps in the pool."

You immediately jumped into your bathing suit and dove into the pool. You didn't even do laps, you splashed around and started doing flips underwater. It was like you were a little girl again, not a care in the world, just having fun.

"Namjoon, Hobi," Yoongi called them.

"Yes?" They answered.

"Set up the slide for her."

"Yes, sir."

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After a good two hours of playing around in the pool with Hobi's supervision, it was time to step out and do some meditation to heal your brain.

You wrung your hair out, then flicked some water on the side of Hobi's face.

"Stoooppp." He wiped it off.

"Love you," you laughed, "so what's this guided meditation?"

"You sit here, legs crossed, eyes closed, and do what the video says. Remember, I'll watch you from a distance, you are safe," he said, pressing play on the video.

You sat on a mat, closed your eyes, and listened for what the video would say.

After the introduction, it instructed you to breathe and relax. It was five minutes of basic breathing meditation before getting into...the shit.

"Any pain from your past...let it go with every breath you exhale."

Inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, you imagined your pain leaving you in the form of black smoke. That's what it looked like to you. Black clouds of poison that dissolve your sanity into nothing.

"You are strong," the video said. "You are so much bigger than your pain. Do not let it hold you back from a happier life and greater things."

Yoongi watched from the sliding glass door again, checking in on how you're doing. He saw you sitting there, subconsciously furrowing your eyebrows every five seconds. It sort of looked like you were wincing at something.

You ended up spending an hour out there, expelling the hurt and bad memories from your head. You didn't get it all out, but still. Something is better than nothing at all.

You went back inside and sat on the couch, Yoongi on the other end, and Namjoon and Hobi sitting in the recliners.

"So how was your meditation?" Yoongi asked.

You sighed, "tiring."

Yoongi could see you were worn out. He saw it in your tired eyes and the way your fingers rubbed on your temple. Your mind was heavy, but he knew how to relieve it.

"Y/N, I want to tell you a story. The story of my first adult-sized onesie," he said.

You thought it was very random, but nodded, "ok, I'm listening."

"We are too, we've never heard it." Namjoon leaned forward with interest, Hobi copying him.

"I was 20 years old when I got my first adult onesie. I was so excited to put that thing on...too excited. So you know what happened?" He looked around.

"What?" The three of you listening asked in unison.

"I pulled the zipper up too fast," Yoongi paused. "...the zipper got caught on my dick."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Hobi erupted with laughter.

"DAMN." Namjoon's laugh mixed with a snort.

"WHAT THE FUCK." You laughed so hard, your body slumped over on the couch.

"Wait, wait, how'd you get it off?" Namjoon tried to breathe regularly again.

"COOKING OIL. A LOT OF COOKING OIL. Y'ALL, I HAD A MARK ON MY DICK FOR TWO WEEKS." Yoongi pointed at his pants.

You were wheezing at this point, "oh my god, you're so dumb."

Your own words brought on a flashback. In your head, you heard an offended, angry voice shout back at you, "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

After hearing the furious voice of your ex, you threw your arms up to cover your head out of habit.

The laughter around you ceased. The eyes watching you were full of concern.

Yoongi scooted closer to you, "hey, are you ok? ...why are you covering yourself?"

"I-I heard him," you trembled slightly, "he w-was going to hit m-me."

Yoongi and the others seemed to know who you meant by "him". As they connected the pieces, their hearts broke for you with every passing second.

"...he hit you?" Yoongi asked, keeping his voice soft so he wouldn't startle you.

You could only nod in response. Your mouth couldn't form words anymore. Even if it could, would you be able to speak loud enough?

Yes, your meditation exercise helped you move past some of Jungkook's wrath, but not all of it. You could still see his hand flying to you, and feel it leaving a stinging burn on your cheek for calling him dumb.

"Y/N," Yoongi spoke quietly, "we will never try to hurt you."

Your arms slowly lowered so you could look at him. Half of a tear peeked out from the corner of your eye.

Cautiously, he moved towards you. One of his hands cupped your face, cooling the burning touch of your ex that your skin remembered. His other hand touched the center of your chest, feeling your heart pounding and wanting to break from the memories.

"We will never try to hurt you," he repeated. "We don't do that here."

You still couldn't speak, but to show that you understood, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. The two guards watching came to hug you too, planting soft kisses on the top of your head.

"We protect each other. Not just because Yoongi says so, but because we care about each other." Hobi snuggled up to the side of your head.

"While we're around," Namjoon cooed, "no one will ever hurt you again."

This house is safe. The people here will keep you safe. Therefore, you will always return the gesture and protect them...even if it costs you your life. Because they'd do the same thing for you. You were sure of that now.