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

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"Ugh, I can't believe this..." Touching the foggy window with the tip of my finger, I drew a small heart. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I sadly watched the screen in front of me display some kind of a boring movie.

This plane was supposed to take me to Singapore. NOT South Korea.

My dad is so stubborn sometimes. Whatever he wants, he always gets. I guess that's no surprise since he owns the biggest diamond enterprises in the world. And he does no less of a good job at reminding me about it every day. Not that I'm complaining about what I have, but...I always wondered what it would be like to live normally you know? Without having people see you differently for your background or your possessions. I'm as thankful for everything as I can be. But sometimes I do wish for a different life. I am well known for the fact that a large number of people approach me for what I own rather than me. Oh, I'm VERY aware. That's why I don't know who to really trust and I can't help but think if certain people only want what I have instead of actually being interested in solely me.

And there is dad making things way worse than it is sometimes. He plans almost everything for me and wants absolutely no input over it. It's like what I want and wish for doesn't matter sometimes. But I can never really hate him for it. He's my dad. Through thick and thin, he's the only one who really loves me and who's my real ride or die. After my mom decided to leave us before I even knew how to talk, I only had my dad.

My life is one hell of a ying yang.

"The plane is landing in 15 minutes. All passengers aboard, please fasten your seatbelt for your safety and stay in your seats. Thankyou."

Being such a lazy ass who loves sleeping more than anything else, I dozed off for the rest of the flight. Beige meets South Korea could use a break.

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"Here you go!" Daren huffed as he pulled out my last suitcase from the car. "What do you have in here Bei? I swear to god if it's not rocks, you have the whole world stacked up here." He gives out a loud laugh and I stare at him cringing.

"I see your jokes are still as bad as ever."

Darren is my dad's personal secretary. He handles almost all of our business matters and has been a loyal worker since like...forever. My dad thought it would be best to have Darren as my escort.

He is a man around his 40s who actually looks like he could be 20. Thirsty ladies used to always hit on him and it was seriously disgusting. What still surprises me is that he's not married. He's the kind of a guy who I presume you'd call the "ladies' man". He's like a robot sometimes tho--a total workaholic. Maybe that's why he doesn't have any time for love and pleasure.

"Here it is." With his sturdy hands on his hip, he let out a loud sigh. He met my eyes. "You like?"

I looked around astonishingly at the house in front of me.

"Wow, it's very...."

"Small." Darren scrunched his nose.

"Well, I don't mind." I rolled my eyes and walked in front of the house. It was very different from what I was used to. But it was nice. It looked like a cozy place.

Darren went ahead and opened the door to the house. "Very small indeed."

"I think it's just fine." I walk inside as happiness filled me.

"You sure...you don't want to add anything here? It's very...small."

"Stop with the "small".' I laugh and lightly punch his arm. "It's very normal. Very regular." I shrugged at him.