I awoke on Jin's fluffy pink bed, once again with a terrible throb in my head. I turned to the right, expecting to see Yoongi in the chair beside me with a disappointed scowl, but I was surprised to find Taehyung sitting there, anxiously with his hands clasped together. When he noticed I was awake, he gave me a quick look over. "Are you ok? You're not hurt?" He inquired perpetually, scanning my body over.

Now, for any normal person this would be strange. And I thought it was strange to me, initially. This was a man that had barely been in the picture the last few days I had been at this mansion; rarely coming out of his office even to eat, and when I did see him he was mostly just bossing me around and acting all intimidating, but now he's worried about me?

You can definitely tell this man is from a fanfiction written by a female with no love life.

"Yes, Im fine." I assured him as I tried to get up, my head pounding loudly as I did so. What made the pain even better was Taehyung arbitrarily smacking me in the back of the head. "What the fuck was that for?!" I hissed at him as I reached up to rub the sore part of my head. "Why would you drink the sleeping powder? Are you stupid?" He retorted with a frown pulling his arm in to cross with his other.

"I was drunk! And it seemed a good idea at the time! It's definitely not something you should abuse me over!"

"I'll slap you as much as I want, because you're stupid." He simply answered and I narrowed my eyes. "Umm, no you can't just hit me as much as you want, because that's abuse. Touch me again, and lose a hand." I objected, an intimidating look on my face. His eyes widened but his face darkened just as fast as he leaned over me. "Is that a threat?" He whispered, raspily.

Feeling challenged, I pulled myself up to whisper in his ear. "No. It's a promise."

He pulled back with a chortle and a roll of his beautiful chocolate eyes. "You're so naïve, to think you could threaten a mafia leader." He shook his head as he walked out the door. Annoyed at being called naïve, I yelled after him. "Yeah, run away! Little girl! This is why you have no woman in your life, you know!"

I was given no answer by the retreating man so I yelled another blow. "The real Taehyung is so much better than you!" Once again no answer was given, only the sound of retreating footsteps. I huffed and rolled my eyes as I pulled myself out of the bed. I, once again, donned the same pair of Jimin's overalls, wondering if I was ever going to get a different set of clothes and headed out into the main dining room.

When I arrived I found Namjoon sitting at the table with Jin playing cards. Both looked up at me when they heard me approach. Jin grinned. "Well, if it isn't the lightweight. How are you doing sweetheart?" Both his flirty voice and the tank top he was wearing that revealed his deliciously wide shoulders were making me feel something. Great, but I'd be better with you on me ya know what im saying?

Wait. What am I even saying?! Briar, he's not even the male lead! Stop yourself!

"GoOd." I choked out, while trying to manage the horny side of me in my head. Namjoon gave me a brief glance before quickly looking down at his cards, as if he was scared to see me. I was quick to notice the massive purple bruise bulging from his eye. "Namjoon, are you ok?" I asked him, concerned as I rushed over to him, kneeling beside him and reaching out to touch his face. He immediately yanked himself away from out of my reach. "I'm fine." He gritted out, stopping me in my tracks.

"Boss was pretty pissed about you last night. He whacked up Namjoon for not watching you." Jin explained and the other man sent him a piercing glare. I looked at Namjoon, pity and regret filling my heart as I looked at his swollen eye. "Fuck, Im sorry Namjoon." I apologised, and his gaze on me softened a bit. I expected him to say something in return but instead he got up out of the chair and left. I felt kinda rejected, the man was usually nice to me, even if it was innocent flirting, but his silence now was making me feel guiltier.

"He's not angry at you." Jin reassured me as he put a hand on my shoulder. "Boss saw him kiss you and threatened to kill him if he spoke to you again." I turned to Jin with a bewildered face. "He did what?!" I screeched loudly. At this point, even though this was the male lead, I was feeling absolutely nothing towards him but annoyance and indignation. "He's banned Namjoon from speaking to you." Jin repeated, looking a little confused at my reaction.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?!" I fumed. "Fucking thinks he can assault me whenever he wants to and order me around, and then he goes and attacks anyone who touches me like he's my dad or something!"

Jin was sitting there wide eyed as I complained about the leader. "Y/N, It's just the way boss is. If something is his, no one is allowed to touch it." He tried to tell me. I turned to him slowly, a menacing look on my face. "Oh, he thinks I'm his, does he?" I pull my opened palm up slowly in a 'mum's just about to come for your bum' kinda way. "He wants to die, does he?" I cackle in a maniac voice.

Jin immediately grabbed my hands between his large ones. "I think we should head out for a little bit and get you some new clothes, ok? Just until you calm down. I don't want you to be a victim of Boss's anger too." He looks at me with pleading in his warm brown eyes and I can't help but to calm down. "Ok." I said.

And when I said Ok, I did not expect to end up at a shop with a cart full of the most cringe 12 year old like clothes I have ever seen. I don't know how this was meant to be calming, but it was for Jin, I supposed, as he galloped around the pastel coloured aisles like a horse, stealing Hoseok's job. With us we had an annoyed Jimin as he complained for hours about how he was busy and didn't want to be dragged around to find girl clothes, and Jungkook, flirting with anything that was wearing a skirt. Even the mannequins.

"Jungkook, why the fuck are you talking to a mannequin?" Jimin scowled at the brunette who ignored him as he kept talking to the plastic humanoid. "Hello, please say hello to me." Jungkook asked it as he looked up at it, where it was perched on some shelf, as he held its hand in his. The mannequin of course, did not speak and Jungkook pouted at it. "Jungkook knock it off, just accept you can't get girls." Jimin called out to the boy, who stuck his tongue out at him in response.

"Not like any girl would want to be around you." I scoffed and Jimin immediately turned his head in my direction. "What did you say?" He challenged, looking me dead in the eye, which wasn't hard as we were pretty much the same height. "You're literally the grouchiest person in the whole group." I told him. "You're never happy and you're always complaining about something." That sounded a lot like someone else I knew, too.

Jimin tilted his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes really." I challenged back. "You're a ticking time bomb waiting to happen."

It was then that I saw him raise his fists into a boxing pose. "So you wanna catch these hands, huh?" I gave him a smirk. "You gonna catch any girls?" I asked, and this seemed to add fuel onto the fire as I watched one of his fists head for my face. Quickly, I managed to duck down and avoid the punch. I got up again. "You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" I asked, worried he was going to send me flying with another punch. Not that the man was big, but I knew now that all of Taehyung's men were professionally trained, and this one had anger to boost his attacks. My death would be inevitable if he were to keep going.

"You're not a girl!" He yelled as he sent another punch towards me, which I blocked by quickly pulling a shelf in front of me. "Now that just hurts." I tell him, and then dashi run run run as he comes at me. I quickly fly through several aisles with the short buy behind me, screaming abuse at me as he tries to beat me up. Over saying he doesn't get any girls. Talk about a temper. "Hey! Hey! Let's talk about this!" I try to suggest to him as I dodge him again, hiding behind a shelf full of plush toys.

"There's nothing to talk about!" He roars back at me, pushing the shelf down, causing the multiple teddies to fall down with it. Knowing that I'm now getting backed into a wall, I quickly pick up one of the teddies to use as a shield, showing it to him as he slowly and fumingly advances towards me. "You wouldn't hurt a teddy!" I cry, but he rips it out of my arms and I watch it roll down out of the aisle, turning back to him to see his face right up in mine, his nostrils flaring, causing air to blow down on my face.

I was now trapped between an angry Jimin and a wall, with nowhere to go. It would be nice right now if Yoongi could show up and abracadabra away this kid. I thought to myself as I saw the boys eyes stare daggers into mine. But seeing as how Yoongi wasn't going to be of much help, because hes a wussy, I decided to take things into my own hands.

I pecked Jimin on the lips, quickly, enjoying the brief feel of his plump lips against mine before I pulled away.

I watched his eye twitch, and then his other one. His face went red, even more red than it was, and the his face crumped into a disgusted scowl as he wiped his mouth over and over with his sleeve. "Disgusting!" He screeched as he attempted to sand his lips back to their undefiled state with his sleeve. He fell to his knees and then on his hands, retching on the floor.

And that's when I saw Jin poke his head around the corner of the toppled shelf. When he saw us, he frowned. "There you two are." He huffed, walking towards us and grabbing the gagging Jimin by the tip of his ear, pulling him up before grabbing mine and doing the same. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves." He hissed at us, in a tone more motherly than his usually flirty one, before dragging us out to the checkout counter.

The staff woman looked at all three of us, confused, seeing me and Jimin being dragged by our ears. Jin gave her a sigh. "Kids these days, am I right?" He asked her, and she gave him a small and confused smile in response as she handed him the receipt and he quickly let go of my ear to take it before grabbing my ear again. "Ta ta." He bid the woman and she watched as we were dragged out by Jin.

At the mansion, back in Jin's room, I watched as Jungkook heaved the last load of pastel coloured clothes unto the bed. Staring at the horrendous sight of a massive pile of tween fashion statements, wanting nothing but to eliminate them from earth, I turned to the now empty handed Jungkook. "Do you have a lighter?" I asked him. "Yes, I do." He said quickly as he dug one out of his pocket. He handed it to me, giving me a perplexed look. "What do you need it for?" He asked me, and I quickly answered, "Im gonna have a cigarette."

"Oh, you don't look like you smoke."

"Well I do," I hastily said, pushing him out of the room and through the door so I could carry out eliminating the clothes. "Now, Goodbye." I said as I slammed the door in his face.

A/N: New update hola

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