From the point where I accepted the deal with Taehyung, it seemed like the fanfiction had skipped itself. Yoongi was still AWOL, totally being a diligent 'guardian', and I was standing outside the basement door in a massive lounge room with Jungkook, who, although sporting a bruise big enough to represent the entire continent of Asia, seemed like he was oblivious to the previous ordeal.

"Boss isn't usually like that with women." He commented to me. "He is really quite flirtatious." 

And by 'flirtatious' he was sugar-coating the fact that Taehyung was literally a womanizer. 

I read the original fanfiction, I know. 

Taehyung had his own fuck buddy, Seulgi, and the two of them would make out in front of Y/N like weirdo exhibitionists until Taehyung finally fell for Y/N; two days after she arrived. If it was going anything like the original fanfiction, I assumed Seulgi would be making an appearance soon.

After his little audible thinking, Jungkook grasped my hand without any prior consent. 

"Anyway, let's introduce you to the crew." He announced, leading me into a massive dining room where the members (besides Taehyung and Jin) were sitting at a table way too large for just seven guys, glowing from the light streaming in from the massive windows on the walls. 

 Jungkook dragged me over to one of the members, Jimin, who was slurping down some ramen. I'm not ashamed to admit that I thought he looked like a whole snack in that denim jumpsuit. The sweat dripping from his hairline and the mark of grease on his cheek were only an added bonus.

"This is Park Jimin. He's our technician, mechanic, you know, all that stuff." Jungkook informed me. 

Jimin, who I knew from the fanfic was rather quiet and didn't like being put in the spotlight, immediately stopped slurping up his noodles and coughed awkwardly as he held out his hand for me to shake. 

As I took Jimin's smol hand in an awkward shake, Jungkook continued. "Jimin, this is Y/N, she's joining." Jimin nodded to the information stiffly, before giving me a simple, "Hi" and letting go of my hand.

Finished with Jimin, Jungkook took me by the shoulders and led me over to Hoseok, who was stumping the head of his cigarette butt into a silver ash tray on the table. He looked menacing as he did it, but when he saw me, it was almost as if a switch had flipped. The red haired man's face brightened significantly and he smiled as if he was a ray of sunshine.

 "Hi," He spoke before Jungkook could, "my name's Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi! Im the trickster of the group!" 

Hoseok was known in the fanfiction for his sweet, shiny smile. His smile had lured several people into thinking he was harmless, inevitably setting them up for doom the moment they realized the man was covered in a theatrical mask. He was incredibly dangerous; a master assassin who could take you out in a second with his bare handed magic tricks - but dear me, even I fell for that smile.

Before I could even let out a greeting, Jungkook had pulled me away from Hoseok. I could see his eyes following us as we walked off, and it shook me to my core. Taehyung's pathetic ass had nothing on Hoseok. 

Nothing. 

Our next member was Namjoon - my real life bias - and man did he look like a chunk of deliciousness up close.  With his styled blonde hair and thick physique, adorned in the finest silk, he looked like a million bucks. I found myself drooling at the tattoos that lay exposed across his unclothed skin.

  He sat at the table, wiping over some gun intricately, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Upon sensing our presence, he looked up and gave a dimpled smile. Sweet mother of Persephone. I could swim in those things.

He put the gun down, gently, and smiled, "Kim Namjoon, the gun expert." He described himself curtly, grasping my clammy hand and giving it a firm shake. 

"Namjoon, this is Y/N." Jungkook introduced plainly. He seemed rather annoyed that he had to introduce me to Namjoon. I concluded that it was some beef between them.

"Y/N... such a pretty name." Namjoon purred to me in a sultry tone, causing my face to enflame more than what I ever thought psychically possible. 

Bro, my name is literally Briar, it rhymes with Liar, and it means a thorny bush. I scoffed internally. It's far from pretty, but hey, if you think it's pretty, let's put miss universe on it and get married and ride into the sunset.

"Namjoon, stop flirting with her, she's here to work." Jungkook hissed at the older man, making him roll his eyes before looking to me again. 

"See you later, Y/N." He cooed. 

Jungkook glared at him angrily before dragging me away to a large door in the room. He opened the door, and it revealed Jin, cooking something in a very lavish kitchen; his worldwide shoulders and desirable back facing us. 

"This is Jin, our cook and disguise designer." Upon hearing Jungkook speak, Jin turned around in shock, his face calming when he noticed us.

 "I didn't even hear you come in." He laughed to himself. "Who's the girl?" 

 "I'm Y/N, I'm new." I answered, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was seeing the gorgeous brunette that I had only seen on a screen in real life. He was far more perfect in person, even if he was just a rip-off version.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Y/N, I'm just cooking, and you're very cute, by the way." He said, turning back to the food.

 Before I could blush about the fact that ugly old me was getting noticed by two very hot guys that were literally BTS members, he turned his head and grinned. "And that's coming from the worldwide handsome, so it's a pretty high achievement." 

 I don't know why that was added, but it made me feel even more embarrassed. Eyes still on his cooking pot, Jin motioned to the rest of the kitchen, nonchalantly. "Feel free to eat whatever. Let me know if I can make you something."

"She'll do that." Jungkook deadpanned,  before once again dragging me out of the kitchen and back through the dining room;  the rest of the men waving at me as Jungkook pushed me through the other set of doors on the further end of the dining room. The led into an expansive lounge room, which I only got a short glance at because as soon as we crossed it, Jungkook was dragging me up another set of stairs into a hallway and to another door. At this point I'm not sure if he remembered I have working legs.    

"This is your bedroom." He told me curtly, "It used to be Jin's, but he upgraded to another one in the mansion.  There's a spare set of smaller sized men's clothes from Jimin in the drawer, we'll get you more later. If you need food, see Jin." 

 "I'd like to stay and show you around a bit more, but I gotta head out with Joon to get a shipment in an hour. We'll talk more tomorrow." 

And then the man fucking disappeared from sight, rushing down the set of stairs we had just ascended prior. 

Left alone, I decided I might as well go into the room and get myself settled for the night.

I opened the door.

The room was pink.