A normal person would think to themselves how stupid I was to go alone and unarmed into a literal mob boss's house, and they would have a totally valid point. But, I did what I had to with what little I had.

Sneaking past tall pine trees and sprinting through the open yard, I was able to make it to Jackson's door. I had assumed that Jackson had taken everyone with him, but I wouldn't know unless I rang the doorbell. I snuck behind a tall, white pillar on the veranda and made my way to the door where I pressed my finger against the doorbell. As soon as I heard it ring from the inside, I ran back behind the pillar.

A few footsteps sounded from inside the house, slowly making their way to the door. The door was swung open and an old, frail looking man appeared from behind it. He looked as if the very thought of someone blowing out birthday candles was enough to knock him over.

"Hello?" He called in a British accent, looking around the doorway to look for the person who had rang the doorbell. When satisfied no one was there, he shrugged his shoulders and closed the door again.

Shat...I thought to myself. There was someone home, and the only way to apprehend them would have been with a weapon, which I did not have. Looking over the side of the building I noted to myself that I wouldn't even be able to break in either because the windows were far too high for me to reach.

Being five foot two had its disadvantages.

You can't get in there without something to protect yourself, Briar. I warned myself as my eyes scanned the area for something – anything – to use as a weapon. Rocks lined the footpath to the front of the house, but there was no way I was intimidating someone with a rock the size of my thumb.

And that's when my eyes caught sight of what I needed.

A branch, not too thin but not heavy looking hung loosely from a tree in the yard. It seemed as though with one tug it would come loose from the tree into my needy hands.

Was it a gun? No.

Could I bash some old guy with it? Yes.

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Standing at the door with the large tree branch placed over my shoulder, I pressed the button for the doorbell and waited to hear the man's footsteps echoing through the house.

It felt like being a kid at Halloween again, dressed up as a ghost in a white bed sheet because my mother refused to pay for a costume when we could 'make one for free' and standing at some rich person's doorway amongst other, better dressed kids.

"And what are you supposed to be?" They used to ask, "A table?"

And to think all that time I could have said I was dressed as morning wood under a bed sheet.

Now I had the morning wood over my shoulder.

As soon as I heard the footsteps come close to the door, I straightened my posture. When I heard the door click open, I readied myself to send the branch hurling downwards to the man, waiting until his head popped out behind the door to do so.

With a loud thwack against the oblivious man's head, I watched as he fell to the floor like a leaf and lay discombobulated like a squashed bug.

I sent it downwards just once more, just in case.

When I was satisfied with his unconscious figure, I dropped the branch and stepped through the door and over him into the house.

The inside of the house was almost a carbon copy of Taehyung's, with slate grey minimalism as it's main theme. As far as my glancing around could see, each room was the same and so were the stairs leading to the next level of the house. It was obvious world building was not a thing for the author.

Now, where would Yoongi's room be? I wondered, running up the stairs as I knew that's where all the bedrooms were in Taehyung's mansion. No doubt Jackson's would be the same.

My footsteps echoed throughout the surprisingly empty stairwell and landed me upon the second floor, where I continued to hastily make my way past each grey coloured door until I found the right one.

As soon as my eyes spotted the 'keep out' sign on one of the doors, I knew it had to be his. No one else in his household seemed to be the type to put up teen boy room décor. It also seemed like Yoongi to have something on his door to warn people to get lost.

He was pure cat at heart.

I immediately flung open the door, without even thinking, and noticed the smell of dust drifting from out of the room. Cobwebs lined the fallen books and odd computery things on each sides of the floor of the bedroom, while a mess of wires hung from the ceiling. The black curtains were drawn as closed as they could get, which meant someone didn't like getting in their vitamin D, and just left of those curtains, behind a stack of boxes was the source of a green illumination.

I crept in cautiously and slowly into the bedroom and past the bed, which sat right of the curtains crumpled and covered in dust. I looked over it, wondering why Yoongi was just as disorganized as I was, unable to even make his bed. Especially for someone who pretended to have their shit together.

When my eyes left the bed, they followed the green illumination from across the room and settled on the source of it.

A computer looked back at me; the vibrant green colour of it's screen something straight out of the wallpaper of an old Microsoft Windows computer.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I figured that I was finally where I needed to be and everything was going to be over soon. Using the mouse, I clicked the screen, only to prove myself wrong in my previous assumption.

I needed a password to get in, and Yoongi hadn't told me what it was.