Uninvited Trouble (Seventeen Mafia FF)

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Y/N P.O.V

Lazing in my room, I took out my phone and checked my social media. My whole page was filled with friends going on an outing. While I was stuck in a house. Aren't I supposed to be free?

"Y/N!!! WE'RE LEAVING THE HOUSE NOW!" Seokmin's loud voice broke the silence. I acknowledged the fact and continued scrolling through my page. After 10 minutes, I creeped out of my room.

"Y/N. Try to sneak into their rooms and find something." Recalling what my brother said, I opened a random room and walked inside. "Look at all these work out equipment... This should be Seungcheol's room." I said, as I looked around the room.

"Top secret file." I noticed on Seungcheol's desk. Taking it, I plopped myself onto the floor. Opening it, I saw a note

"What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing. Here. - Scoups Seventeen."

Putting the file back onto the desk, I headed to his computer. "Password. Um. Scoups? Seungcheol? Okay. Seventeen!" I tried a few times and finally got in.

"What's with the load of folders covering the whole screen." I muttered to myself as I clicked on a folder. "I see you. Try me. I'll kill you in a second." Exiting the folder, I clicked on another one and another and another until finally.

"Choi Seungcheol. Leader of Seventeen, mafia group." Scrolling down, I took pictures of everything I found. Scrolling down to the bottom, I gasped. Top 5 mafia groups.

"Why hello there." I heard someone clear their throat. "FU-" Turning around, I saw Wonwoo at the doorway. "How did you get here?!"

"You should know. Assassins are stealthy. What's the point if you're noisy and everyone can find you?" Wonwoo said, looking at my phone. "Give it."

"No!" I held my phone tightly. In a flash, he was standing right in front of me, glaring. "Uh... S-social distancing?" I stuttered, trying to push him away.

"What's that?" Wonwoo smirked as he saw the fear in my eyes. "I'd like to kill you right now. What a shame that Coups hyung told me to protect you in case enemies come." He scoffed.

"What do you mean... Enemies? Other mafia groups? Does that mean the whole ball was a mafia ball? And a mall for mafias? So my brother is a mafia?" I bombarded Wonwoo with questions. "Yes." He replied, deleting my photos of- wait.

"HOW DID YOU GET MY PHONE?!" I screamed, snatching it back. "Assassin. Anyways. I deleted them from your bin already so good luck getting it back." I glared at him and pouted. "I guess those chocolates meant nothing!"

"It meant something. Don't take it the wrong way." He said. "Y/N! COME OUT NOW! I'M YOUR BROTHER! LET'S ESCAPE!" I heard Jisung out of nowhere and Wonwoo and I started panicking. "What the actual. How does he know where you guys live?!" I whispered. 

"We know where they live too. Now... Come!" Wonwoo said as he ran towards the wall and pushed it open. It lead to a hallway. "What the... shouldn't I be escaping from you to my brother?"

I followed him down the hallway and reached a room. "Woah... Look at those weapons... Smith & Wesson, Remington Outdoor, Heckler and Koch, Mossberg, Sturm, Ruger & Co, SIG Sauer,
Colt Defense." I said as I looked at all the guns. "Ooh. Look at this drop point blade..." I said, admiring the galaxy cover.

"That's mine. But you can have it. Just answer me this question. How do you know all these weapon brands?" I took the blade and looked at Wonwoo. "I pay attention when Chenle is talking while playing his games. I have a great memory!" I boasted.

"I thought you searched them on the internet." Wonwoo said, looking genuinely impressed. "Where are your braincells?! I left my phone in Seungcheol's room." Wonwoo gasped.