Runaway (BTS Hybrid AU) Taeminkook FF ✔

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Y/N POV

The past three days have all been pretty much the same.

They guys come over for breakfast and then I teach them what to do and we eat lunch and get back to work.

Although yesterday and today, some of the guys have helped me build the beds and dressers and set up a TV in each of their rooms.

I figured once they discovered Netflix they will want to watch their own shows.

I figured 4 TVs for the 8 of us will do.

They all seem so excited about their new place. 

It warms my heart to see them so happy.

Also, the house feels more full and lively, I feel safer knowing that I am not alone in the middle of nowhere.

But I also wonder... How safe am I?

Would they turn on me? Would they hurt me?

They all can easily take me down with just their pinky finger.

But at the same time the more I get to know them, The more I see how sweet and pure they can be when discovering something or learning for the first time, Which just makes them seem so harmless.

But I know better...

Not everyone is what they seem.

My mind flashes an Image of  Asher sending chills down my spine, going to show how  I might not be the best at judging character.

In the back of my mind, I wonder If I have made a mistake by letting them move in with me.

Will I end up hurt again?... I really hope that is not the case.

I am making coffee and wait for the furniture company that should arrive soon, They are bringing dressers for the guy's bedrooms and beds for Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi, and Hobi.

For Kookie's, Jimin's, and Tae's room I had built-in beds for them to maximize the space in their bedroom.

The guys should be arriving after Lunch so that they can finally move in, that way they don't get seen by anyone.

There is a knock on the door and eminently I freeze in fear.

Thanking a few deep breaths I  collect myself, plastering a smile on my face I open the door and let the worker in as they put all the furniture where it needs to go as instructed.

There are 6 of them, moving the furniture and assembling it and just me at home.

I begin to feel on edge, for some reason with the guys I don't freak out, but right now, being alone at home with 6 strange men, my heart is beating overdrive and  I am sweating profusely.

This is not a good start to the day.

I keep myself busy washing the sheets and blankets for the guy's room while keeping an eye on the workers.

Talk about trust issues.

Quickly getting my phone I set an alarm to make it seem like someone called me.

As I am bringing the clean sheets upstairs to make the beds that are finished  I pass by the workers who are bringing the last dresser, now that the beds have been made.

I am making Yoongi's and Hobi's room when my alarm goes off.

The worker walk by, perfect timing.