🌪️𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐🌪️

🌪️𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝🌪️

🌪️𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈🌪️

🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋

"Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides."

🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋

[Y/N's POV]

I turn my head to the coffee machine as it beeps informing me that my coffee is ready. I take the cup as I hear, someone yells from the living room.

"Oh man, holy shit!" I slowly walk towards the living room, carefully rubbing my arms. After carrying all their bodies to the basement and tying them up my arms were aching nonstop. I swear these guys weigh more than an elephant.

I enter the living room to meet Daniel who is staring at my 'newly decorated' living room with wide eyes. "You like my new interior?" I ask sipping from my coffee, looking at the half-destroyed room with bullet holes all over the place, and a blood-stained white wall. Obviously, I slammed Taehyung's head much harder than I've planned.

He mutters something under his breath which I don't catch but I chose to ignore it. "You brought what I asked for?"

"Yeah" he tosses me a small package "why do you need it?"

"Investigate the morons who broke into my house, I think they should be awake by now, I'll pay them a visit," I inform him before spinning on my heels and heading towards the basement, he follows closely behind.

"You know I have a lot, a lot of questions," he says in a sing-song voice.

"I'm listening," I say even though I sense that I don't want this conversation, at least not now.

"Why didn't you kill them?" The way he asks the question as if he's asking what I'd prefer to eat for lunch.

"I need information" my response is short and quiet.

"So...?" I roll my eyes at his idiotic question.

"So...you see dear, it's a little problematic to get information out of a corpse."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, my back is to him " What on earth do you need to know. You're a smart woman, Y/N, I think you already figured who sent them. What do you think, how long until his back up dancers show up in your doorway again? You need to get out" he says the last part slowly as if he's speaking to a kid.

I whirl around holding two fingers up for him to see. "First, I need to know what they know about me" He opens his mouth to speak but I shoot him a glare daring him to say something. "Because I'm intended to let them go" he raises his eyebrows and I hold up my hand "it's not up to negotiation, I'm not killing them. And second I think I have a couple of hours"

"Okay," he thinks for a moment "First" He starts holding up two fingers repeating my actions "Why!? And second, sounds like you still need to get out"

I shrug "Is it a bad thing that I simply want to avoid meaningless deaths?"

He looks at me utter disbelief on his face. "Are you serious? You are a mercenary, you kill for living" he waves his hand to make air quotation "and besides, do you really want to convince me that you wouldn't kill someone who broke into your property and threatened your life without batting an eye. So stop bullshitting me and start talking or I'll beat it out of you"

I clench my jaw, closing my eyes, and lean back on the wall. I don't know what to say without giving away anything, that he doesn't have to know. I close my eyes "What do you want to know?"

"Who are they? What do you know about them and what's more important, how exactly do you know them?" he bombards me with questions.

"I think you have enough brain cells to elaborate who exactly they are yourself, if not I'll make things easier for you. They're hitmen, people who're paid to kill or capture or whatever else they-"

"Y/N, I know what exactly hitmen do"

I ignore him "-they're hired to do. As for what I know about them. Well, there are lots of things I know about them"

"Such as. . ." He trails off his voice taking on an authoritative tone, his eyes narrowing at me.

"They're a group of hitmen, working under the pseudonym 'Bangtan'. There are four of them. Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, and Park Jimin. All of them are highly trained killers. . . ." I pause

"well, all except Jimin. He's a hacker, rumors have it that he's very smart, some say he's a genius. And some say he's the country's greatest hacker, but that doesn't mean he's defenseless, oh no, he's far from that. People consider them good at their job, sometimes they say they're the best," I snort "but considering the fact that they're tied up in my basement I find it extremely questionable"

"And how exactly do you know all this, when I couldn't find a single sentence about them?" He asks crossing his arms in front of his chest

"I know the right place to look" he gives me a questioning look and I wave my hand turning around and walking towards the stairs "Long story and that's not the conversation we're having now" I reply dryly.

"Well, that still doesn't explain why couldn't you just kill them" I shake my head and start walking towards the basement again. I descend the stairs entering a long and dark corridor.

"Get rid of them, you don't have time" he orders following me as I head down the corridor.

"No," I reply firmly.

"Why not?" He asks grinding his jaw, I can practically hear his teeth gritting.

"Because" I start, turning around to face him "I owe them" I sigh blinking a couple of times. "I owe them a favor"

"What?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to organize my thoughts. "I'll put it like this. A long time ago they accidentally saved my life and now I'm just returning a favor"

"How do you accidentally save someone's life?" Closing my eyes I slowly shake my head "this is not the conversation we're having now?" He speaks mimicking me in a high pitched voice, and I find it very difficult to believe I sound like that.

I run my hand through my hair giving him a look that clearly says, 'I'm not going to say anything else'. "Sorry"

"No," he shakes his head "you're not" he lets out a sarcastic laugh "you're always so. . ." He struggles to find the right word.

"You! Secretive, untrusting. You never tell me why these people are after you. You never tell me why you're running away from this country. You never tell me what exactly you did to have Korea's biggest crime syndicate as an arch-enemy. I understand if you don't want to speak about your past, but if I'm going to fight by your side don't you think I at least deserve the truth?" He spits out.

"Four years, Y/N, we know each other for four years, after years of working together, after going through fire and flood together you still don't trust me" he glares at me with a mixture of disappointment and anger in his eyes, with that he turns over, stalking away from me.

"Daniel!" I yell after him "Dan!" But he doesn't turn back, he doesn't acknowledge that he heard me, he just leaves as I watch his withdrawing silhouette with guilty eyes. "I'm sorry."

I can talk to him about his childish behavior later, now I need to talk to someone else. I move through the darkness of the narrow corridor, breathing in the damp air as my nanny's words echo in my ears as if she's standing right next to me.

"My lovely girl, don't judge anyone, we're all entitled to have our own secrets, but never, never lie, Y/N, at least to those who you love. A lie is a cancer of the soul, it will eat away everything good in you, leaving only destruction behind."

But when the truth is replaced by silence, isn't that a lie as well?

We all have skeletons in our closets, part of our story that we willfully mask from others, part of us that we never show off. And in some cases, it is better if those skeletons remain hidden behind the closed doors of your closet.

🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋

Hey Angel👼
I hope you like the way I write, all this is really new to me, I've never written anything in my whole life, so please give your opinions💬💬

So, Y/N's personality is a bit complicated in this story and she has a lot of secrets about her past, and who she really is.

Till next time, purple yaa. . .💜💜