#id still find a way to do them but i'd risk losing sleep by that point. which i really would prefer to avoid.

[orcelito]

Planning out my outfit for my concert shit. I think I've got good pants for it, maybe got shoes for it. Gonna look for a blouse tomorrow + possibly some new shoes. Bc the maybe-shoes are those shoes I got for the suit that I HATE. They gave me such terrible blisters. And I think the pants I have would look better with some kind of heel. But if I don't find anything good I can just use those flats. And for the blouse, it's gotta be black and long sleeve and also have enough flexibility to not restrict my playing. Flexible Clothes. All the better to play a funky little tune in.

On top of that tho I've got several assignments I gotta do this week. Gotta make a wireframe prototype for my web app for web programming class. Tonight, really. Bc the official thing is due Sunday but I gotta get it reviewed by classmate(s) (and also review someone else's, too), so better to have that done sooner rather than later. There's also a lab for my C programming class due on Friday, which I need to have done before the end of lab so I can get it checked off. Gonna try to get most of it done tomorrow night, if not all of it, so that I can just go into lab and get it checked off and then LEAVE. Bc if I stay the full lab I will have less than an hour b4 I gotta be at the venue for sound check. And I really would prefer to have more time before that. Tbh the lab probably won't take TOO much work, since it's just using recursion to make a lil maze solver thing. Not too many lines of code, since the recursion does a lot of that. The tricky part is actually figuring out the logic for it properly. But I took good notes on it when my professor talked about it in class so MAYBE I didn't attend the last 2 labs and MAYBE I haven't even started the thing. But it's ok. Fuck it we ball. And ON TOP OF THAT... the assignments, the orchestra prep, etc... I also wanna clean my apartment some, probably on Friday morning, bc nonzero chance of visitors after the concert. Not for long if they do come in. But Still.... #Embarrassed. It's not as bad as it was b4 bc thankfully I did manage to do my dishes. But there's still some things I should get cleaned up.

AND THEN...!!!!!!!!!!

Well I mentioned the prototype thing. I gotta review someone else's prototype, and I also need to update my own prototype depending on what people say about mine. Tbh I'm kinda planning on doing a lower-effort version to start with (instead of trying to make it perfect from the start) so that it'll hopefully be easier to adjust the prototype to whatever the advice is & make it seem like an actual improvement. There's also a presentation over this thing, which thankfully I'm presenting on... Wednesday, I think? But I gotta have the slides submitted I Think Sunday night (when the prototype itself is due). So I gotta prep the presentation alongside prepping the prototype. AND I have a lab for this same class due on Sunday too, so I'm a busy bee!!

And ON TOP OF ALL THAT, I have a midterm exam in-class on Wednesday for my C programming class (same day as the web programming presentation, ugh 🙄), a presentation for my quality engineering in IT class on Thursday (over ISO 9001 quality standard), AND a paper for that presentation's content due on..Friday, I think? It's a group presentation/paper, same group I worked with last time, which Thankfully they can pull their own weight. It's just more to do lol.

God. I'm being worked to the bone, actually. Feels like everything is happening all at once. But then I remember that it's midterms time and I have spring break the week after next. And I'm like. OK, that makes sense.

Just gotta survive the next week and a half... lol...

[gaymershigh]

Hello! I saw your askbox and open and read your rules and you are right, it's not often I see Male×Male reader inserts in the TWST fandom. So, I'd thought I'd request some to help the cause! If I may, can I request some headcannons of dorm leaders of TWST×Male!Reader who is in their dorm and has been noticeably stressed in their schoolwork and one night is seen super stressed out and the dorm leader's fellow students pull the reader aside and hand the reader over to the dorm leader because the reader refuse to listen to anyone else?

Of course you may! Tbh, this is such a nice request, I enjoy doing multiple characters, but it's so difficult for me to write for Azul and Vil in this hc for some reason??

REMINDER: Don't overwork yourself just because you don't think it's enough! The fact that you're trying is already amazing! Please remember to take care of your health because you matter! 💜

Triggers: None!

Dorm Leaders dealing with a stressed Male!Reader

Ever since Riddle got a text from Trey and its about his boyfriend doing his schoolwork on ungodly hours he was worried, very worried.

He wants to come to you and make a 2 hour speech about how you shouldn't overwork yourself but he barely has anytime as well, he's a very busy man as well.

So he decided to order your friends, Ace and Deuce to tell you to not overwork yourself. Hell, he even prepared a script for them.

Of course, it didn't work. It was so obvious it was from a script because Deuce sounds so robotic and Ace kept correcting Deuce. Your stubbornness makes it even more awkward and worse.

He ordered Trey and Cater this time, with a whole new script too.

They did a good job and all, but it also failed because your ass is so stubborn and Cater is pretty impatient and kept using his phone.

This only made you stressed out even more because these mofos probably dont understand how you feel.

Deuce's dense ass noticed this and told Ace about it. And that's how Ace got a big brain idea.

You were screaming, usually, the ADeuce duo usually stays at your dorm to chill while you do your work and NOT drag you to their dorm.

They shoved you to Riddle's room and what you're not expecting was your boyfriend showing a very worried face.

He immediately hugged you tightly before you could say a word. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek.

“My sweetheart, please don't overwork yourself, it's unhealthy for you. From now on, only work yourself for 2 hours max. Come now, let's drink some tea together.”

He knows that something's up when you haven't been hanging out with him for a while.

He misses his herbivore so much, he misses cuddling his boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit.

When he found out you've been doing your schoolwork 24/7 by Ruggie, his response is indecisive but on the inside he's bothered.

Since he's too lazy to move on his very comfortable position, he threatened ordered his dorm members to convince you to stop overstressing yourself.

Knowing Savanaclaw, of course they failed, there was no hope to begin with. It was a disaster. They tried but they're way too intimidating for you to even listen to their words. Thank god Ruggie was there to bail them out so it wasn't too awkward.

This made Leona very moody. Not only he cannot snuggle with you, his plan failed and he now forces himself to sleep alone in pain. Boohoo.

Ruggie can't stand this man's temper tantrums so he just snatched you away from your dorm and toss you to a sleeping Leona.

The lazy lion woke up immediately when he recognized your scent. Since he's still sleepy however, he just pulled you to his bed and hugged you close with his tail wrapped on your leg

“Hmph, you chose your schoolwork over me and had the audacity to not meet up for the entire week? You're not going anywhere this time, especially with you in my arms.”

He won't blame you to be honest. He overworks himself too and ignore your warnings multiple times. However, that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it.

He at least has time to spend with you but you didn't. Of course that made the octopus upset and he's not gonna five up when it comes to you.

He stalks you everytime he gets the chance. Your stressed expression really displeases him. He wants to do something about this so bad but he doesn't want to disturb his already stressed boyfriend.

Jade caught on to Azul's bizarre behavior and he cam up with an idea to surprise both of you.

“Kidnapping shrimpy? Ok!” of course Floyd would say yes, it's Floyd.

You're screaming in distress and confusion. Just a second ago you were messaging your temples because you couldn't mesmerize what Mr. Trein taught you and now you're getting kidnapped by the Leech twins, what a surprise. An unwelcome one at that.

Azul was shocked when he hears your cries as the twins dropped you off his room, still tied in ropes and leaving like nothing happened.

Azul untied you, explaining theories as to why they would do such things, but when he does got the right answer, he blushed in embarrassment. He caused this.

He placed a soft kiss and holds your hand gently.

“I apologize for causing a huge ruckus. It's just I missed you when you barely replied to my calls and texts and you kept working and that made me worried sick! I'm sorry that I sound selfish but.. Could you stay here a bit longer, please?”

Oh dear. How could you say no to that?

Ok first of all how could you even ignore him? He always keep coming to you and basically screaming at you.

Your stress may could have took the you over and may accidentally snapped at him for being too noisy.

This made him sad and left the room. BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU GOT SOME PEACE AND QUIET AM I RIGHT?

But if you think that's gonna make him upset??? You're his wonderful boyfriend! His treasure! No matter what, just seeing thinking of you makes him happy again.

This didn't last as you kept ignoring his daily chat with you and his messages and calls. This wasn't okay.

This genuinely made him stressed as well, he probably doesn't even exist to you anymore. Despite it just being 2 days if felt like forever since you talk to him or even looking at him with a smile.

Kalim wanted to spend fun times with his boyfriend like always. Not just sit there and look at him groaning at the worksheet every now and then.

He missed you so much. Even though he sees you, it just doesn't feel the same.

He got less happier as the days go by, everyone got worried sick. Even Jamil felt disturbed about it, usually he would be living the life when Kalim's quiet.

Everything's the usual today. Kalim visiting you and he's quiet again. You of course felt bad but you really need to pass this test.

But out of nowhere, you kept getting text messages from Jamil screaming to you about talking to Kalim and how pathetic he looks when sad.

When you turned around, your heart shattered to pieces. There it is, a sad Kalim in tears, curling himself on your bed to at least have your scent on him.

You stopped what you're doing and hop on tour bed and press his face against the crook of your neck, muttering sorry.

“Ahhh! I miss you so much,habibi!(my love) please don't overwork yourself and ignore me! I love you so much and seeing you date your homework then dating me hurts me! Please dont leave me! I'll be the best boyfriend ever!”

Who do you think you are, to ignore your lover's calling just for a paper of misery? How foolish.

Vil understood that your future is important to you, but do you really need to worry when you're dating the Vil Schoenheit? The beautiful, rich man who spoils you every single day?

Not only that, stress causes wrinkles and you're also ruining your sleep schedule?! Unacceptable.

He kept ranting to you about how greasy your hair and how big the bags under your eyes are.

To the point you have to lock your door to refrain him for entering and rant. You're already stressing out and there's literally no way you're going to hear about your dramatic boyfriend moan about your appearance.

He kept calling and texting you and you also ignore that. If anything you gave good morning texts or either leave him on read.

And he's not tolerating that.

His job was easier to handle than the others. He can just ask Rook to kidnap you and he would oblige and do so in an instant.

And he just did that.

Unlike the others, you know exactly what's going to happen when Rook is violently dragging you to Pomefiore. He's going to put you in Vil's room, listen to him rant for a few hours and do beauty things or whatever.

Well, have of that did happen when Rook closed Vil's door. He did rant but what your not expecting was him being very gentle and sweet.

“I knew it, you got increasingly worse. Oh well, I will refix this mess later. But for now, you should rest right beside me. No leaving no matter the circumstances, you understand, potato?”

I mean, of course you're gonna ignore him, he's just a gross, weeby loser. There's no way he can impact your life positively in any single way. If anything, he probably causes trouble to his you anyway.

He doesn't really wanna stop you, he really cherishes you and your choices even if they're not good and losing someone like you is probably gonna take years to move on to.

Poor Ortho, he needs to hear his brother rant about his boyfriend not being able to see nor play games with because he's busy working himself.

But this made Ortho worry. Not only id his brother is sad but you're risking your health to do schoowork! That's no good.

This made you confused. Ortho kept muttering about your health status to himself everytime you pass by the hallways.

And everyday, your stress levels increase and your health is deteriorating.

He needs to make you rest at all cost but he knows your stubborn. So he has to do one thing that makes your knees weak.

His very own special puppy eyes.

Ortho innocently dragged you to Idia without either of you guy's knowledge.

When Idia finds out, he immediately apologized for the inconvenience he caused and you might have to be the one to comfort him.

“I'M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY! I just really wanted to play games with you and hangout with you like usual.. Eh? You will?? REALLY!?”

At first, the fae didn't even realise you are stressing despite showing a few signals.

Until you start ignoring him. Then you got a pouty Malleus. (aw)

He doesn't understand why you're struggling with Mr. Divus' homework, it seems so easy to him, why is it so hard for you?

That made you upset and he still doesn't know why.

He never had a boyfriend like you before so of course he's not gonna understand gen z struggles. Spare him please.

Lilia gave him some tips, only for it to be tricks and make you more upset. snide mf

Seeing a sad Malleus made Sebek upset, then mad.

He asked Lilia what's wrong with his young master.

And when he found out you're replacing him with your schoolwork and then for some reason 'stressing' about it??

How rude!

Sebek kept nagging at you to stop working and pay attention to your damn boyfriend but you couldn't care less about Sebek and his shenanigans.

You only start sweating when he suddenly yanked your arm and dragged you to Diasomnia.

And what you see is a pouty Malleus playing with his little game.

When you sat next to him, he immediately wrapped you in his arms.

“My darling, I plead for you not to pressure yourself in something that only destroys you even more. What progress you have done is enough for today but as of now, you need rest. Release all your negativity away, love.”

This is literally my second work but I already feel like a failure.

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

[breathebangtan]

Of Sinners and Stars

Part 1

Members: OT7

Genre: Mafia!au

Synopsis: After losing her father, her life gets turned upside down when she gets in trouble with the Mafia and ends up with no choice but to join them

Eventual Pairings: Jimin x Y/N (x Hoseok) / Jungkook x Yoonji / Seokjin x Namsoon

Warnings: violence, cursing, blood, mentioning of gunshots. Gang related things

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: like always enjoy! If you do, please do like and reblog!

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Living life on the run was starting to get exhausting, and man did that make me happy to be in Seoul, where all my problems end. If only my mom could be here, all I could hope for is that she’s alive, her and auntie. Keeping hope this whole time was hard, but maybe now it’ll be easier to find them both.

I take a deep breath and relax myself before getting out of the train. I hadn’t realized that the view of the ocean would be so close to the terminal. “A little detour couldn’t hurt, right?” I sigh as I whisper to myself. I wasn’t going to move on with the plan until the morning. Finding a hotel to stay in was my priority at the moment, but I could spare a few minutes to catch some fresh air. After a four hour train ride, I think I deserve that much.

It isn't a cold night, but the fresh breeze the ocean waves brought in left chills on my bare arms and legs. It was nice after being suffocated inside a train. I closed my eyes to take in the fresh air, but suddenly I heard gunshots. They were getting closer to where I was. My eyes shot open immediately looking to find where the sound was coming from. Once I located the noise was, I bolted in the opposite direction. I wasn't sure where I was going, I just knew I needed to be far away from whatever that commotion was. I'd just gotten to Seoul, I wasn't about to die now.

In the midst of my running I stumble across a boat dock. There's dozens of boats stationed, no one in sight, at least that's what it seems like. Thinking on my feet, I jump onto one of them. I could hide it out here until it's safe.

“Someone’s on the deck, go check it!” I heard one man say and shortly after, footsteps echoed. I panicked and ducked behind some boxes they had out on display, as a matter of fact they had many boxes. I covered my mouth so he wouldn’t hear me and wondered what kind of things they had in the boxes. If the voice wasn't so aggressive I wouldn't have had such thoughts, but my guess was they were carrying something illegal, if they reacted like that. “Did you find them?” I heard the same voice ask. Here I was, hiding on a vacant boat in order to not get shot, just to find out it isn’t vacant, and end up in a worse situation. “Not yet.” A voice much closer to me responded and I started crawling towards another box and sat behind it.

“I’m sure I heard a thud, they couldn’t have disappeared, we would have heard a splash in the water.” The first voice spoke again and I felt my heart sink, as I realized that the boat had started to move. If I jump they’ll hear me and know where I was, and even if they couldn’t catch me fast enough those gunshots were still audible, so I had to choose quickly. Jump and risk being shot or stay on the boat, get caught, and possibly kidnapped.

With panic pumping in my veins I stood up and sprinted towards the edge of the boat and jumped as I heard the man's voice. “Get her!” He said, I hadn’t realized just how close one of them was to me until he caught me by the waist mid jump and brought me back down. I started kicking and yelling but he covered my mouth. As I was about to bite his hand he removed it just so his partner could cover it back up with tape and then my head with a black bag. “Tie her up quickly and I’ll finish packing up the boxes into the boat. The boss is going to love this.” He told the man holding me, a chuckle leaving his throat. My body felt cold with fear as to what awaited me.

When he brought me to what I assumed was the inside of the boat, I felt him push me from the stairs and I hit my cheek and eye. That side of my face started pounding and I could feel blood come down from that area. I suddenly felt the man tie my hands behind my back and my legs as well. After that he tossed me down again and I hit my arm and the back of my head this time.

Now all I could feel was a really heavy darkness come over me and I felt myself drifting asleep. I tried so hard to stay up but I couldn’t, the fact that I hadn’t slept since how many hours ago and now I’ve hit my head twice was obviously getting to me. The last thing I knew before giving in to the sleep was that I could feel the boat start to move faster.

-

“Hey, wake up! It’s time for you to meet the boss.” A familiar voice said to me and I wasn’t sure why it was familiar, nor where I was. I blinked my eyes a couple times and then a sharp pain came from one side of my face and the back of my head. I also realized I had a bag over my face and that’s when I remembered where I was.

Before I had time to think anything more, arms were wrapped around my waist and I was tossed over one of the man’s shoulders. When he stepped out of the boat I could see through the bag over my head the tiniest bit, as the light from the sun made it somewhat see through. From what I could make out there was water behind us and we were on top of a boat dock, then briefly concrete and then grass. Lots of grass, after awhile of walking in the grass I saw we entered a path and on each side there was huge trees and the more we walked away from it, I could tell it was like a fence of trees surrounding something. Maybe a house? But my question was answered eventually, when we entered huge doors that I knew only mansions had. Of course, I would know having lived in one, It was a mansion the trees covered, without a doubt. The question now was, who’s place was this, and why was it covered?

The men came to a left turn after entering the doors and not too long after stopped and knocked on a door. I was just praying they’d sit me down somewhere fast because the man's shoulder was starting to poke my rib cage. After a minute or so the door finally opened and I heard three different footsteps walking around now, including my kidnappers. The man holding me dropped me on the floor, hitting my shoulder blade and head in the process. At this point I might as well have a damn concussion.

“Fuck.” I mumbled to myself, as more pain was added to what I was already feeling.

“Untie her.” A new voice said, and this voice sounded like it was attached to a much younger man, someone in his twenties. It had a nice tone, it was deep but not exaggerated. Not like the men from earlier who sounded more worn out and attached to someone in their early forties or late thirties. One of the two men got closer to me and untied my wrists and I rubbed each wrist after.

“About time, those fucken ropes were killing me.” I whispered to myself, but unlucky for me the man heard me and started kicking my side. I couldn’t help but groan and cough, I could practically feel the bruises forming.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” He said to me as I winced and covered my body with my now free hands.

“That’s enough!” The young man said to them, authority very clear in his stern voice. “Get. Out. Now.” He instructed them, and shortly after I heard them walk out and doors close.

I flinched at first when I felt two strong arms help me up but I relaxed when I didn’t get hurt. Instead, he guided me to a chair and sat me down.

“There, that’s better right?” He asked me as he took the bag off my head, the tape that was placed over my mouth last night barely attached to the side of it now. I nodded slowly as I looked at him blinking repeatedly to adjust my vision, peeling the tape off. The man before me was wearing a suit, hair pushed back and parted mostly to one side. The color of it was an interesting choice, it was ash gray that really fit him. I was right, he was young.

The way the sun entered the room from the window made his eyes shine in such a beautiful way. If it wasn’t for the situation we were in I would have asked his number, although he might have responded he was too old for me, not that, that bothered me. He proceeded to pick up my backpack from the floor next to his desk.

I figured that one of the men from earlier brought it, as I remember one of them taking it off me before tying me up. I watched the young man sit in his luxurious chair and set my backpack on his desk. He quickly unzipped it and poured everything out. At that moment I was just thankful that my bras and panties were in the smaller compartment inside the bag.

“Chae Y/N, huh? You’re 19, are you?” He asks as he looks at my ID in one hand and holds my wallet in his other.

“Yes, I am.” I answer his question in a small voice.

“Did you graduate high school recently?” He asks me and I nod instantly. “Interesting, if you’ve graduated, why are you wearing your school uniform?” I wish I would have thought of a lie like I did to the hotel clerks. Saying I was still in high school and had summer classes, which was very common, and no one ever questioned.

“I wear it so that I can get cheaper prices when staying at hotels. I tell them I’m getting abused at home and that I need a place to stay while I figure things out and they feel sorry for me.” I explained to him, which I wasn’t completely lying but truth be told, there was more to the story. I was supposed to graduate the day my father was killed. I was finishing last minute preparations for it in our kitchen when I heard men yelling and gunshots coming from the entrance of our mansion. I was still wearing my uniform through the whole ordeal. After escaping I went to a hotel to figure things out and that’s how I realized I could get them to give me practically a free room.

“Manipulator, I see.” He says to me as he puts my ID back in my wallet.

“Call it whatever you want, I call it survival.” I told him and I realized I was speaking a little boldly to the man who I should be more kind to or at the very least compliant with, or else who knows what would happen to me.

“Designer clothes? Did you steal them?” He asks looking at my clothes one by one. I wasn’t sure how to answer that, would agreeing to it make me seem bad or good? Or would telling him that I’m from a wealthy family put a price over my head?

“Aren’t you going to answer? The fact that you’re hesitating makes me doubt what you’ll answer.”

“I didn’t steal them.” I answer honestly, I figure that even if it put a price over my head, that price would be erased as soon as he realized my father is dead and mother is missing. “So you bought them? Tell me, are you from a wealthy family? Do you live in a mansion? But if you do, what was the motive for being on my boat trying to steal my things last night?” He tossed questions around and by the end of it he accused me of trying to steal from him, which left me confused because that never happened.

“I’m sorry, tried to steal? I would never steal from you, I swear there was a misunderstanding and I can explain.” He leaned back In his chair after I was done speaking as if inviting me to continue.

“Look, I swear I didn’t steal or try to steal from you. I was on that boat hiding because I heard gunshots and panicked. I didn’t think anyone was on the boat so late at night and I was going to leave as soon as the gunshots stopped. I swear it’s true.” I explained the situation to him. He clasped his hands together and had a look on his face as if thinking.

“Why were you out so late? You say you come from a wealthy family, you have designer clothes in your backpack. Yet you say you use your uniform to get cheap prices at hotels. Why the need for cheap prices if your rich? As a matter of fact why would you need a hotel to begin with? Either something happened to your family, or you lied and really did steal these clothes and the reason you stay in hotel rooms is so you can have people up there with you behind doors and get paid for the things you do for them. So which is it?” He asked, but by the tone of his voice it sounded like he had already made a conclusion. While I was baffled by his speculations, I didn’t know what to feel, whether to be shocked by him being spot on or offended by his last accusation.

“Alright you don’t have to answer, I already know.” He confirmed my thoughts on him having already made up his mind.

“It’s the first one correct. Your facial expressions gave it away. When I mentioned the first one you seemed disturbed and pained and your eyes became glassy, but at the mention of the second you seemed offended and disgusted. So I’ve got you all figured out now.” I let myself take a deep breath and release it before I panicked again. As I did he reached for his phone and I watched him carefully as he did to me. “Hoseok, bring the boys to my office, we have someone to discuss about.” He spoke to the phone and seconds after he did he hung up. From there he leaned in his chair again and stared at me with such a look that I felt intimidated by it.

The waiting time for the person he called, Hoseok as I was now aware of, didn’t take long. Five minutes tops, but under his gaze it felt like an hour, each minute was agonizing under his presence. I dreaded what they all needed to talk about, why couldn’t they just let me go? I understand he thinks I stole, or at least tried to, from him but I thought I’d explained it to him. I didn’t do anything. So why couldn’t he just let me free? Why did he need them to come? What did he need to discuss? Finally the door opened and I heard multiple footsteps come in.

“Where are Yoongi and Jimin?” The man asked as he stood from his desk and walked over to me, abruptly turning my chair left of his desk, where a couch was.

“They’re preparing the last bits of information for your meeting this afternoon. They’ll be here soon.” A new man responded, whom I assumed was Hoseok. He was dressed casually in contrast to ‘The Boss’, as the men from earlier called him, just ripped jeans and a loose cardigan sweater with a tee inside.

“Is this who we’re talking about?” He asked as he sat down in the middle of the couch directly in front of me, with the other three men who came in with him. At least I knew one name out of the five men who were here. One of the men had a nice suit on, except the blazer was replaced by a doctors coat, two pens tucked into the breast pocket of it.

Another man with very light almost faded green hair let out a sigh as he looked at me briefly, then to the young man who sat next to him who had dark brown hair. They too, had on casual clothing. All of them were dressed in expensive pieces of clothing, that much I could tell. They all looked very young, I guessed they were between early to mid twenties.

“She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Hoseok asked as he winked at me. I didn’t know whether to ignore it or to flirt back in hopes that it would help me survive. So I crossed one leg over the other, showing slightly more skin and gave him a daring stare.

He was about to respond to what I was doing but the door opened one more time and I looked over to see the two men we were waiting for come in. Yoongi and Jimin. Now I just needed to figure out which name belonged to who. Then I would know three names out of seven.

The two men had on slacks, but one of them had on a sweater which was blue and white, the other man wore a button up. The ladder shook his head lightly, as he closed the door behind himself, as to fix his almond blonde hair. The man who accompanied him ran his hand through his hair, which was pink and purple in a nice mix of splotches. I guess I found it interesting that these type of men would have dyed hair, because of how intimidating they were. He sat down next to Hoseok, and stared right at me as soon as he had, making me nervous.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” The man behind me walked over to the others who were seated on the couch, giving them what looked like my ID and backpack. I would be lying if I said the vibe they gave off wasn’t utterly intimidating, but somehow I was drawn to it.

“A high school student, as expected from her uniform.” The one in a doctor suit stated looking over my ID.

“And a rich kid.” Big green says as he looks through my clothes and shows the rest.

“Happy belated birthday, it says here your birthday was last week.” Hoseok says, as he looks over my ID. He gives me a smile, and the man behind me completely disregards it, continuing with my interrogation.

“Oh, she’s not a high school student. Go ahead, tell them why you’re wearing your uniform.” The man behind me urged me to tell them. I swallowed hard before I explained. “I wear my uniform to get cheaper prices at hotels. I tell them I get abused at home and that I need a place to stay to figure things out, and it usually works well enough to get me nearly a free room.” I avoided their eyes and looked down slightly as I knew that they most likely were thinking the same thing the man behind me thought when I explained it to him.

“Dirty.” Big green says, confirming what I thought. I looked at him with anger in my eyes, glaring at him. I was trying to get myself killed, I know it. I always had this problem since I was younger. Yes, I could be panicking and afraid but somehow, I could still manage to be bold and careless.

“Why would you need cheaper priced hotel rooms? You’re rich aren’t you? Actually, why would you need a hotel room to begin with?” One of the two men who came late asked. “I don’t know Yoongi, what is telling you the truth going to do for me?” I asked in a very bold and daring way.

I had a 50/50 chance of getting his name right, and by the look of his expression and frankly the rest of the men, I got it right. I pinched myself discreetly in the thigh, because the more I thought about this situation, the more it was clear what they were. Nice suits and expensive clothing, mansion with dogs who retrieve goods for them, the man behind me gets called ‘boss’. It was more than clear. Yet here I was acting bold risking being killed by them.

“How’d you know his name?” The other of the two asked. “Oh, that’s a simple answer, Jimin. When the others came in, your boss here asked Hoseok where the two of you were at.” I explained to him, pointing at the man behind me and Hoseok who was sitting in front of me.

“Impressive, but how’d you get my name?” Hoseok asked. “When he called you, obviously.” I replied and I honestly wanted to slap myself silly. If they didn’t kill me it would be a miracle.

“Why is she even here?” One of the men who hadn’t spoken yet asked. The one with dark brown hair.

“Well last night at around twelve she got on one of our boats and tried stealing from us. She says she wasn’t stealing but was actually seeking shelter because she heard gunshots near by and panicked. What do you guys think?” The man behind me explained to them and waited for them to respond. I couldn’t believe he still thought I was stealing, but I guess he wouldn’t believe a stranger so easily.

“Maybe it’s true, why would she steal if she’s loaded?” Big green gives his opinion.

“If she was rich why would she stay in hotels? She probably stole the clothes in her backpack. I always take care of the trash. Let me take care of her.” Yoongi offered as he got up and walked towards me and in a panic of not knowing what to do I stood up and backed up, making them all rush to their feet.

“W-wait… wait! I can do anything you want me to, I know how to fight, you’re a mafia right? I can do whatever you need me to. I swear I didn’t steal from you, I-I-I’ve killed before,” I looked down to my feet and swallowed hard. I let myself fall to my knees as I continued to plead with them.

“I can do it again if you need me to. I’ve been trained to kill. I’ll be wasted potential if you kill me because I have so much to offer. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, just please let me live.” I pleaded to them and they all looked at each other.

They looked like they were all in deep thought until the boss spoke again. “Alright, someone take her to a room. Keep her locked in their until I get back, I have a meeting. We’ll finish discussing this at dinner.” No one offered themselves to take me though. I couldn’t help but look down at my hands and wait. Honestly, I’d been so nervous and panicked this whole time, which may be a surprise to anyone else because I seemed calm and even careless but truly, I was a mess on the inside.

“Alright, no one's going to offer up to take her?” He asked them again, but Jimin stepped up, “I’ll take her, don’t worry.” He told the man.

“Great, you’re in charge of her from now on, got it? I’ll see you all later.” He picked up his briefcase from his desk and walked out. Everyone else started to leave too as I just stared at Jimin as he reached for my stuff and handed it to me.

“Follow me, I’ll show you to your room.” He said as he walked out, and I of course followed along. We walked towards a big staircase. It was wide at the bottom and at the top it split up to the right and left.

“You have a really nice mansion. Makes me miss mine.” I whispered the last part. It wasn’t that I was a spoiled rich kid who didn’t care for anyone who was ‘below me’ but I did miss the comfort of my own. It was all I knew.

“So you weren’t lying about being rich? You can be honest with me, I won’t hurt you.” He gave me such a kind smile that made me think I wasn’t even in such a terrible situation. Like I wasn’t even in trouble with the Mafia, but the authority his vibe gave off told me otherwise. Even if their vibe drew me in.

“I know your boss thinks I was lying, but the truth is I do come from a wealthy family and the clothes are mine. I know it looks sketchy because I used my uniform to get cheap hotel rooms and I was on your boat, but I can explain all that.” I told him, and I was sure I would have to explain because his boss made it clear we’d discuss it later. Once we reached the top of the stairs I noticed glass doors that lead to what looked like a lounge room, but it was full of plants and flowers, and couches here and there and some tables. The room was big and further down there seemed to be a balcony. It had a greenhouse vibe and it complemented the mansion very well. From there we took a turn into a hallway with many rooms.

“He’s not my boss, all seven of us are. He’s considered the boss, well more accurately, the leader, between us seven, but we all hold power. Regarding your situation, I believe you, don’t worry.” He smiled at me as we walked passed a living room, before there was more rooms.

“That’s an interesting set up for a Mafia, and thank you, I really appreciate that at least one of you believes me.”

We didn’t walk down much longer before stopping in front of a door. He unlocked it and let me in. “My room is right in front of yours so if you need anything just scream. Feel free to shower or get comfortable. I’ll be back later for dinner.” He let me know before closing the door again and locking it.

The room was absolutely beautiful. From the door, the wall was made of a beautiful dark colored brick. Once you walked away from the entrance and stepped down the steps, the floor and wall was made of wood and I was met by a glass wall with a sliding door which was open and at both sides there was a big grey curtain that hung from the ceiling to the floor. The color matched the color scheme of the bed which was only separated from the glass wall by a wide bedside table which had multiple drawers of different sizes. On the other side of the bed there was another. The wood was a very pretty brown that gave a warm feeling to counter the cold vibe the gray furniture around the room gave.

On each side of the bed above the bedside stands there was a yellow square made of wood that seemed like a painting. In the middle of it there was a smaller brown square which was covered by a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I turned the lights on and the yellow background that the square offered the light made the room warmer. In the ceiling itself there was three lights on each side, inside it. I set my bag down on my bed and wondered if I should explore the room more or shower like Jimin suggested.

I choose the former and looked to my right and was met by more glass walls. The door was near the opposite wall from the original entrance and I pulled it open, walking into the room. There was a tv mounted on the wall. The couch in front of the tv matched the color scheme which was grey and yellow. The coffee table was made out of glass as well and rested on a light blue, yellow, and grey carpet.

Further behind the couch, there was a small room with a desk inside it. The glass door was closed and I decided to walk back to the main part of the room to figure out where the bathroom was. I walked back towards my bed closing the door I came in from behind me. On the end of the room, the wall was completely black, but there was also a black glass door, and I figured it was the closet so I grabbed my bag and walked inside. It was a walk in closet and at the end of it there was another door which lead to the bathroom. Since I was in here, I decided to take a shower. The bathrooms luxury matched that of the bedroom and mansion in general.

I was paying too much attention to the details of this room, and I knew exactly why. Because I hadn’t had time to grief over what happened to my father and not knowing where my mother is, was eating away at me. It had been two months but I didn’t give myself time to grief because I hadn’t found a plan yet, and I knew that if I broke down I wouldn’t be able to get up again. All that went to hell as soon as I stepped in the shower and closed the door behind me. The moment the water touched my body I let the tears fall down. My loud sobs sounding like thunder and the water reminded me of rain, and I decided to let myself submerge into the thunderstorm that I was feeling inside myself. Before coming in here I noticed the clock that sat on the bedside stand marked that it was 11am, so I decided it was okay to give myself time in here. I wasn’t going to get out this room until dinner tonight, like they had said.

Before I knew it two hours had gone by and I finally turned off the water and walked out. I reached inside my backpack, which was on the sink, and pulled out some ointment. I rubbed some on the cut that was left on my cheekbone, and the side of my eyebrow from last night. I headed back into the closet, not sure if to place my clothes in the empty cabinets and shelves. Was I going to stay here? Or were they still thinking of getting rid of me? The man with gray hair told Jimin he was in charge of me from now on, it sounded as if I would be here for a long time, but I wasn’t sure.

I gave in and just started organizing my clothes and picked out an outfit to wear. I choose to wear a gray tracksuit. I kept the jacket unzipped and under I was wearing a cropped tank top. The fabric of the tracksuit was very soft and the sweats weren’t tight, but they weren’t baggy either, they were just right. I looked at myself in the mirror of my closet and noticed the dark bruise on my side. It was the same place the two men from earlier had kicked me with such aggression. I had known it would leave a bruise, I just didn't think it was that bad. I sighed and went to put my shoes on and walked to the bed again, contemplating whether or not to call the cops as I brushed my hair.

The only reason I hadn’t already was because my father warned me that if something like this were to ever happen, to lay low and not make my whereabouts be known. The reason being the people who were after him being after myself as well. The sole purpose of me traveling to Seoul was so I could get help, but I wanted to get help far away from where it all happened. However, this is the Mafia we’re talking about, was calling the cops going to help anyone? I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, wondering what I should do. My mind wanders off into dreamland.

However, it felt more like nightmare land, as I relived the night of my father’s death. I sat back up suddenly in a rush, I had the numbers dialed and my finger on top of the call button but I was afraid to click it. Before I could actually do it though, I hear keys and the door being opened. I quickly turn my phone off and shove it under one of the pillows, before getting up in a rush.

“Dinners being prepared, let’s go down.” Jimin instructed as he beckoned me, and I obeyed. With the whole closet organization, and long shower, and now my small nightmare, I hadn't noticed it was nearly 5 in the afternoon. He closed the door behind us and I wondered if I could out run him, but even if I could, they had guards. Before I could make a decision he was walking in front of me and I followed.

“You okay? I know you must be scared, but I can assure you that we won’t harm you.” He tried comforting me and I nodded in response. He looked into my eyes and I realized he’d only asked because my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.

They were much less intense than earlier, but he still noticed it. We reached the stairs again and he lead us down them. We entered a hallway which then lead to the dining room which was viewed by the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and modern. There was two separate counter tops, one with a sink and another with a stove on it. The whole thing was made out of a beautifully dark brown shiny wood, with many cabinets. The actual counter tops were made out of a very pretty white and gray marble. There was quite some space between them and to the far left of both there was another countertop and cabinets under it and a sink as well of identical color scheme. Above it on the wall was multiple glass cabinets filled with wine glasses. From one of the separated countertops, the one with the sink, there was a table coming out from it. It was a bit longer in length from each side compared the counter top, but not by much. It had one chair on each end and eight along the side.

“Sit here with me, the others are on their way.” He informed me and we sat in the middle of the table. Behind us there was two large couches and two smaller ones with a coffee table in the middle with a huge floor to ceiling window that gave a view to the outside. I let my feet rest on the white tile floor. The more nervous I felt the more I looked around and observed the kitchen. I was admiring the three light bulbs hanging from the ceiling of each end of the table when I suddenly saw familiar faces. The others were here.

My nervous were skyrocketing now because a new thought popped into my head. I told them I had killed before and that I could do it again if they needed me too. That was the sole reason they decided to keep me around up until now. So the newest thoughts inside my head were that I’d probably have to prove myself to them. That made me panic, but of course I didn’t show it, I just stabbed my nails into my palm slightly to bring myself out of it. It didn’t work completely but it gave some results. I watched as Yoongi sat down left from us at the end of the table.

Hoseok sat next to me, and next to him was the brown haired man. Next to Jimin sat big green who was talking to the doctor next to him. We were waiting for the man with ash gray hair. Honestly, I was getting tired of having to distinguish them by hair color. I only had three names so far, and it was frustrating not knowing all of them. Pulling me from my thoughts, new people came into the room bowing at the men as they did. They must have been staff because they started taking out pots and pans and ingredients out. Some of them started washing and cutting vegetables some started cooking the meat or boiling water.

I looked to my side and saw Jimin messing with his rings, it wasn’t a nervous tic but more like something he did. He looked at the staff with such an instance stare. I knew that if I was under his stare, there was no way in hell I wouldn’t have fucked up by now. Mid way through the cooking process the man of the hour arrived.

“Mr. Kim, welcome.” The staff bowed at him, as he walked and sat on the opposite end of Yoongi. At least I had his last name now.