You waited up in your bed, sleep long forgotten as you anticipated Hoseok coming to get you. His words had instilled some sense of excitement in you, the urge to get out of your newfound prison already consuming you. You were somewhat scared of how long it would take for you to get out of there, because it was only one day in and you were already having cabin fever. The clock in your room had just reached midnight, hands both pointing at the twelve. The moon cast an eerie shadow on the black silk bedsheets, light pouring in from the large window that was ajar. You didn't hear any footsteps before three knocks sounded, you had to give him stealth. 

You shot out of your bed, feet clad in sleek red slippers that had been under the bed. Your captors were as considerate as captors could be, clothes were provided, nightgowns and day clothes. You were sporting a black nightdress, fabric hugging your figure in all the right ways. You stood by the door, whispering a soft, 'I'm ready' before the door swung open, revealing Hoseok on the other side. He looked anxious and you almost felt bad for your request, but then you remembered that he had slammed your head onto the side of a public toilet and knocked you out, and had locked you in a room until he was to drug you. You no longer felt guilty, slipping out of the room and surveying the long hallway lined with framed news articles.

As Hoseok lead you down the hallway you caught some of the headlines.

'Cold blooded killers strike residential home, six dead no survivors.'

'Local businessman attacked in home, shot three times and shanked'

'Underground mafia revealed, stay aware of your surroundings'

"Yoongi likes hanging up our presence in the media, says he's proud to be so influential."

You snorted at Hoseok's lame attempt at a joke, turning your head to see him leading you into another wing of the large house. His name was on one of the doors, 'underboss' engraved into the little gold plaque that was bolted to the wood. He led you into that room, shutting the door behind the two of you. You wrinkled your nose at the stench that emanated from the space, piles of seemingly dirty laundry coating the floor along with old plates of food. You realized that he was nothing more than an overgrown teenage boy, condom wrappers littering the floor by the trash can.

"Please excuse the mess."

"Really classy..."

He sighed, taking your hand and pulling you to what appeared to be his bathroom. 

"Where are you-"

"Shut up, you'll see soon enough."

He opened the shower door, reaching inside and pulling on the soap holder, but as it swung out with the wall of tiles, you realized that it was a very well concealed door. The brown tiles led into a red carpeted room, and as you gazed past the small shower cubicle you saw rows and rows of books. It was a library, a grand one at that, floor to ceiling books with a cozy looking couch in the corner. You stepped past him into the hidden room, surveying each and every title on the shelves. From fairytales to romance novels, thrillers to biographies, Hoseok had it all. You almost made fun of him for the amount of romance novels he had, but then once again remembered that he was part of a mafia.

"I figured that you of all people would appreciate this. It's a secret, Yoongi would slit my throat if he found out that so many books were in his precious space. But I love reading and I wasn't willing to spend all of my time at the public library."

You shot him a teasing glare which he laughed at, "I didn't mean it like that!"

"So how do you explain to him where you are when you're really in here?"

"There were like ten condom wrappers around that garbage can out there, you think I used them all? That's a little excessive. I unwrap them and leave the wrappers out so that if Yoongi ever comes in here then I can say that I've been with people."

"I don't even know why I thought they were used after I saw your room, that place is filthy," You joked, ignoring his fake offence.

Hoseok flopped down on the couch, placing a hand over his eyes.

"You can pick books to take back to your room or you can just read here, wake me up in an hour and I'll show you around more."

"Sure, thanks Hoseok!"

He nodded, taking only two minutes to fall asleep before light snores came from his mouth and you eyed the clock.

12:20

If you were going to take your chance to escape, you'd better do it before the hour was up. You slipped out of the room, walking all the way out of the hallway and to a large sitting room. You noticed another long hallway across the way and you moved towards that one, only knowing where you were going when you saw the plaque on the door you were entering.

Min Yoongi

Boss

So this was Yoongi's room. You stepped in, shaking your head at the amount of dirty laundry that also littered Yoongi's floor. Not seeing anyone in the large bed, you panicked, thinking that he might have heard you, might have been waiting to attack you but you turned to the side, seeing feet hanging off of the end of a couch in a room off the side. You walked over the threshold, not before stepping over a shirt with blaringly obvious red lipstick smeared on the collar. You saw him sleeping, the formerly scowling face of your attacker and captor now a peaceful resting face, mouth no longer turned down in a frown.

He was wrapped in a blanket, cocooned into the soft material with only part of his face peeking out. You had the sudden urge to squish his cheeks but refrained, slightly appalled that you had even had the urge to begin with. You spotted a clock in the corner of the room, telling you that you only had twenty minutes to get back before you were supposed to wake Hoseok. You decided to head back then, not before spotting the knives proudly laid out on the desk in a row.

How could a man so violent and angry become so soft and nonthreatening? 

You shook your head, making your way out of the room and walking back to the secret library. You made it back with ten minutes to spare, which you used to pick out at least ten novels to take back to your room. After you couldn't hold any more books you woke Hoseok, asking him to help you carry some books back to your room before you went on through the house. he agreed, taking the majority of the titles in your arms into his own and making his way out into the hall. You followed, the both of you making your way down the hall before a voice boomed through the silent hallway.

"If you don't explain this in two minutes I'll have both of you chained up and starved in the goddamn basement."

Yoongi had woken up.