Taehyung Pov

It was honestly strange. Despite all of my efforts to get Y/N to like me – the clothes, the food, and more – she didn't like me. Almost down to the point that she hated me. It was annoyingly strange.

Obviously, I hadn't liked her upon her arrival here. She seemed to be a lot different than what I had remembered when I first saw her.

The Y/N I had seen and been immediately entranced with had been a beautiful, slim young woman with e/c coloured eyes and h/c hair. I was so sure that the chubby brunette that I had bought and supposedly kidnapped was the wrong person, but upon coercing Jungkook to look further into it, I discovered that she was Y/N all along.

Perhaps my memory had fuzzed out a bit. Mafia work does take a toll on one's mind.

Either way, after a few days with the brunette, I was shocked to find that she was just as smart as what her mother had made her out to be – except, she also wasn't. Her qualifications had said she was a black belt in karate, but the girl couldn't even show it. Also, it struck me as odd how a relatively normal girl with rich parents would somehow qualify for such professional skills. I wasn't going to question it, however.

She was supposed to be quiet and submissive, yet here she was, flirting with my men and hurling insults at me. Despite all that, I couldn't stop myself from being drawn to her. The way she smiled and laughed and the day I saw her in that black, slip dress. My eyes had taken in every detail of her body – from her smaller bust to her voluptuous thighs.

And that day that I had seen her milky skin glistening with glittery drops of water in the shower-

Wait, when was that? I wondered as I sat there, my memory going blank. Did that even happen?

I thought long and hard, but for some reason the memory wouldn't resurface.

Well, anyway, I had always preferred slimmer girls, but there was something about Y/N that made me melt – no matter how hard I tried to cough it away. I couldn't help thinking that she was beautiful and for some reason, I felt like I had to be nicer to her.

I bought her some clothes, let her do her missions alone, let her eat, and made her mine.

But the thing was, she was just so fucking ungrateful. She was spiteful. She couldn't accept the fact that she was mine. It made me so frustrated. It made me want to just tie her up and kiss her.

But that wasn't the only thing. Y/N was acting strange, and there was always some odd presence around when she did her missions. It was blurry, but I somehow always managed to spot some green – headed man talking with her all the time.

The figure would appear like some hologram and then disappear again. Though I could never understand what they were saying to each other, it was apparent that the person was actually there. Whenever Y/N saw him, her face would light up like it was Christmas. It disgusted me and caused me the most burning and irrational sense of jealousy I had ever felt, to the point where I couldn't get it out of my system for days.

And then it hit me. The reason Y/N didn't like me was because of that toothpaste haired bitch!

But who was he? I thought to myself, finally pulling my body off the crimson cover of my bed sheets as I headed out the door. I didn't even remember how I had gotten into my bed in the first place, but that didn't matter now. I needed to get to my telephone to call back the men.

I needed Jungkook's help. My faithful servant.

My pov

"You're not Jackson, though."

Yoongi sighed, looking quite frankly finished as he answered. "I was the elder child – the heir."

I snorted. "So who died and made Jackson heir?" I immediately quieted when I realized that it was obviously Yoongi.

Yoongi sent me a blank look, exhaling noisily as he began to explain. "When I was a kid, I wasn't really loved by my father."

"Well that explains everything about your personality now, I guess." I interrupted.

Again, Yoongi frowned at me, silently urging me to shut the fuck up. He turned to the bars of the cell with a faraway look in his eyes. "At the time, I was his only child, and when Jackson came along, I was never loved. Jackson got all the love. I was so jealous."

"Jealousy Jealousy~." I noticed Yoongi's eyes drilling holes into my face as I sung. I coughed awkwardly in response, feeling bad for getting caught away while he was being vulnerable. "Go on."

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi continued, his voice lowering in sadness. "However, there was one girl I loved."

"Lemme guess." I interrupted, holding an index finger to his face. "Taylor swift?"

"No."

"Beyonce?"

"No, Briar."

"Please don't tell me it was Kim Kardashian-"

"It was Y/N! It was Y/N, Briar!"

"Oh." That was a shock.

Reeling himself in from his outburst, Yoongi went on, his chocolate eyes still glaring light sabers into my face. "She went to my high school. She was the sweetest girl I ever knew, but I could never get up the balls to ask her out."

"So, what did she look like? The Y/N before me?" I asked, feeling slightly insecure in the fact that Yoongi had a crush on a fictional character that would have had the perfect face and body, unlike mine.

Instead of looking at me with a look of disgust, I noticed Yoongi was actually pondering upon his memories, looking at me with a thoughtful expression. "Well, unlike in the book, where it says that Y/N had e/c eyes and h/c hair, the girl I remembered was a short, blonde girl with blue eyes." He responded.

Oh, so everything I'm not, huh? Except for the short part, I guess.

"Jackson, of course, ended up taking her from me." Yoongi had a look of rage that surpassed every expression he'd ever had when I fucked up a mission. He looked truly enraged. "It was no surprise to me when he cheated on her. I wanted to comfort her, and help her, but by that time, Taehyung had already set his eyes on her. He'd kidnapped her before I even had the chance to get to her." He looked away for a moment, his eyes carrying a sadness I had never seen in them before.

"So what did you do?" I asked, urging him to continue.

"Well, one of the only things I had ever been good at was IT stuff. My dad thought it was a great idea to shove me in a room with computers and shit so he could pretend like he was helping me. I could hack all kinds of shit. I guess it was my knack."

"Like you've hacked my heart?" I commented smoothly.

"No."

"Meaner."

"Anyway," He resumed with lips tucked into a straight line, "I tried to hack away into Taehyung's base. I tried to hack whatever I could, and that's when-"

"Y/N, honey!" A voice interrupted Yoongi as we both turned to the bars of the cell. There, in front of us, was my – or rather, - Y/N's mom.

 My mom would never come to see my ass in jail. 

A/N:

Omw we're reaching a climax 

WE ARE BEGINNING TO REACH THE END OF THE TUNNEL THAT IS CALLED MY ASSHOLE.

Im sorry this was written horribly but its kinda late and ya girl is feeling tired affffff

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