there you were, sitting in another boring fucking meeting..

you hated going to meetings with your bodyguards.. all seven of them were just so boring and sometimes scary to be around, but what choice did you even have? your parents died to an enemy mafia attack so many years back; so you were placed into the care of BTS, the best mafia in the whole cartel. yeah. a teenage girl in the care of mafia.. but.. they were your bodyguards.

namjoon was talking so god damn slow..

you sighed.. but jungkook was quick to glare at you, telling you to quit it silently. he was terrifying.. that scar on his nose and his white contacts were absolutely terrifying. his tattoos all over his left arm too.. shit..

she sighed quietly and shifted in her seat..

of course it was a meeting about joining forces with one of her father’s friends’ gangs too. the mafia world was so strange to think about sometimes..

yoongi glanced at you. “stop looking so down.” he scolded, but gently.. yoongi was always so cold and mean, but he was quite protective like the rest.