Flower Boys By Day and Thieves By Night ✿ BTS FANFIC #WATTYS2017

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"Do I really have to wait?" Taking my Chopard De Rigo Vision Sunglasses, I glanced at the security who apologetically shook his head. With a huge and annoyed sigh, I sat on the nude ribboned sofa when the door to the CEO's office finally opened. Picking up my Gucci handbag, I walked into the office and passed the bag to the security guard who stumbled but regained his posture as he tried to catch it.

"Score." I winked at him before a warning cough made my smile disappear.

The tapping of my heels got louder and louder each time I took a step ahead. I made a mental note to myself not to wear these shoes again if there's a chance I'll get involved in a pursuit. "Dad, what is the reason that you invited me all the way to the company when I was about to leave to Singapore for a week break? My flight is in 2 hours!" I furiously looked away as he flashed his devilish grin.

"I see you brought a new dress for yourself? It suits you well." I looked down at my Emerson designer dress that hasn't even been out yet.

"Well..I guess I do have a talent for these things." I watched him fumbling through his desk for some folder.

"Baby girl, you know how keeping the business is important right? Being the only daughter of the CEO of the most successful diamond company has a lot of responsibility and debts to the company."

"Uh-Huh..." My eyebrows scrunched immediately. Where was he getting at?

"So just know that whatever decision I make----it's best for you to not question it and just follow. Okay?" His serious expression couldn't defeat my sarcastic one.

"Dad, you're not going to marry me off are you?"

"Oh, baby.." He laughed. "This is not some kind of telenovela."

Peter Van Der Woodsen-- one of the world's richest man happens to be no other than my dad. And I'm his only beloved daughter, Beige Van Der Woodsen. I guess you can say that I'm one of those rich Manhattan elites born with silver spoon stuck in their mouth. Now, don't confuse me with those up-to-no-good girls like Jane Beatriz and her little fluttering sets of minions. I'm kind. Matter in fact, maybe a little too much.

You might think that's a good thing, but when you're a heir to some big ass company like me, it's one hell of a no-no. People might think being rich and elite is the best thing that can happen to someone but believe me, its wayyyy more than that. It's like walking at the edge of a venus fly trap. Move to the left and you will fall. But move to the right and you will be gulped to face death.

It's way more than just pretty pieces of jewelry and sturdy walks.

"Am I like being sent to do some illegal trade or something?" I jokingly asked.

"In about 10 minutes, you will be sitting in a place deporting to South Korea, Seoul. At the airport---"

"WOAH WOAH Woah waiT." Extending my hand to his face, I gave him a questioning look. "Maybe it's just me who has gone crazy but I felt like I heard you say South Korea." I tried to laugh it off but my laugh slowly died as his face transformed into something serious.

"You heard it right my dear. South Korea." He pursued his lips into a thin line as his eyes averted away from me. "I can't tell you anything but this is important my dear. I hope you won't question and obey my orders. Aye?"

"But---"

"Beige."

"You do realize I have a flight to---"

"Beige Van Der Woodsen."

Oh-oh. If his voice was an insta profile, the bio would be saying "don't fw me cuz I'm dead serious."

I can't believe he is doing this.

Taking a deep breath, still unsatisfied, I gave him a weary smile.

This is not what I want. You're being selfish again.

".......Aye."

At that moment, I didn't realize that my answer would lead me to face life or death---unlatch the most beautiful moments of my life and make me face the worse ones. I didn't realize...that from now on....my life would never be the same.