Jimin

I had just got home from school. Everything was normal, at first.

I said hi to my parents then walked up stairs to my room to get started on homework.

It was about an hour after that when my life would change completely. I heard the door bell ring down stairs and someone answer it. A few minutes later I heard screams and my mom sobbing.

I opened my door and began to slowly walk down the stairs until an unfamiliar man came into view. He had tanned skin, strong arms, a broad chest, a face sculpted like a Greek god with striking brown eyes that held anger at the moment.

I felt my breath get caught in my throat as those brown orbs locked with mine, "Jimin, how nice of you to join us." His voice was deep and held power even with that one simple sentence. How did he now my name?

My mom turned to look at me, tears running down her face.

"What's going on?" I asked coming all the way down the stairs.

"You're coming with me." the unnamed man said, grabbing my arms.

I looked at him in confusion and looked to my parents. My mom only stood crying in my dads arms. The look on my dad's face was that of nothing but guilt and sadness.

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking to the man who held my arm.

"Your parents never told you?"

"Told me what?" I looked to my parents in utter confusion. I was the only one that didn't know what was going on.

"I will explain later, right now you might want to grab a couple things and say goodbye."

I ripped my arm away from him, "I'm not leaving." I looked at my parents, "Your not going to let him take me are you?" My dad just looked away and my mom sobbed harder.

I felt tears start to brim my eyes, and I felt an unbearable pain in my chest as the man took my arm again, "Do you want to take somethings with you or not?"

"I told you I'm not going." I yanked my arm away again.

"I take that as a no." he threw me over his shoulder and started for the door.

"Mom, dad! Help!" Tears spilled out of my eyes. Why were they just standing there.

I kicked and screamed until I was in a car. I looked out the window and my parents were just standing there watching me get taken away.

I turned to see the man sitting beside me in the back.

"What the hell is happening to my life?" I asked quietly, mainly to myself.

I felt his hand on my arm and backed away, "Don't touch me." I said coldly.

"This isn't my fault."

I looked at him like he was crazy, "Really? Then why the **** am I here?"

"Don't use that language with me Jimin unless you want to be punished. Your here with me because of a debt your parents had to pay a while ago."

"What are you talking about?"

"Right before you were born your parents were in debt, and not in a debt that they could pay off with cash."

"Who were they in debt to?"

"My father."

"And why the hell is he so important that the debt had to be paid with me?"

"My father was a highly respected mafia boss and he said he would let your parents live if you were given to me when the time was right."

"I am not, and will not, be yours."

"We'll see about that." A sick smirk spread across his lips.

I looked at him in disgust, "Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook , I took my fathers place as mafia boss a few years ago."

"Great, just great." I looked back out the window.

How had my life changed so drastically so fast?

*Chapter one will be publish tomorrow 7th*

J I M I N

Two weeks.

I had been with Jungkook two weeks and I had excepted my fate, my parents knew I was gone and they weren't going to do anything, they watched me get taken away. No one was going to look for me. I also learned my place fairly quickly.

Jungkook wasn't afraid to hit, and when he did hit, it was hard.

I had to go by his rules or I would be punished with a slap.

Rule one- no cursing. Which is extremely hard, with my snarky and sarcastic attitude which he hasn't managed to tame.

Rule two- I must treat him and any guest with respect. That includes all his maids and men that seem to be in and out of the house constantly.

Rule three- I have to voice my answer, no nodding. Which is extremely hard when I don't feel like talking.

Rule four- no interrupting him. Which I just so happen to do before he could even finish the rule. Earning me a smack to the cheek and an unconvincing glare.

Rule five- I can't leave the house unless I have permission. Which is the easiest rule to follow, since I'm in my room all day.

Rule six- no raising my voice or yelling, which kind of goes with the respect rule. I haven't broken this rule, surprisingly.

Jungkook and I had a relationship like roommates who hated each other, except I don't really hate him as much as I hate my parents and his father. We never really talked unless he came in or when we ate a meal. Except when we talked and I broke a rule I would get punished.

Just then there was a knock on my door and Jungkook walked in, "Are you hungry?"

"Sure." I said and got up, following him to the dinning room which his maids were perfecting.

"Thank you lady's, you are dismissed." They nodded and scurried off.

His chefs had prepared meat loaf and it was amazing, but not as good as my mothers. I sighed at the thought. I had excepted the fact that they basically disowned me before I was even born but I couldn't help but miss them. I mean they wouldn't have given me all those memories as a child for nothing right?

I shook my head and moved the food around my plate, suddenly not so hungry.

"What's wrong, do you not like it?" he asked.

"I'm just not as hungry." I said glancing at the plate of food before me.

"You're thinking of your parents aren't you?"

I looked at him, sometimes it was creepy how he knew what I was thinking, "It's okay, I give you at least another two weeks before you forget about them."

I rolled my eyes and changed the subject, "Do you have anything interesting in the huge mansion? I've only ever seen this room and my room."

He nodded, "I was wondering when you'd ask that. How do you handle staying in that room alone all day?"

"I have the voices in my head to keep me company." I said with a shadow of a smirk on my face.

I glanced at Jungkook and he had the slightest smile on his face. He was slowly starting to find my comments funny, which for some very strange reason felt rewarding to me.

Suddenly Jungkook set his fork and knife on his plate and rested his napkin beside the plate. He stood and gestured for me to follow, "I'll show you something interesting."

J I M I N

Jungkook would be gone today so I technically had the house to myself. Unless you count the maids and chefs.

I woke up and went down stairs to find a plate of food and a note beside it.

I will be back before dinner, don't break anything and don't try to leave, you won't get very far. Enjoy your time alone.

\~Jungkook

I placed the note back on the table and began eating my breakfast.

After I ate I took my plate to the kitchen and began washing it without a second thought.

One of the maids, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, came in and gasped, "No, no, no. Master Jimin, why didn't you come get me? This is my work."

"It's okay. And just call me Jimin, I'm not your Master."

She nodded, "As you wish, sir."

She took my place and finished the dishes. I went to the library and read for a while until I decided I wanted to play the piano.

I played until I ran out of songs from memory. I found that the piano bench could open and was amazed to see all the sheet music. Bach, Chopin, Bethoven, and many more.

I pulled out sheet music for Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy. I set it up and began playing moving with the music once I got the hang of it.

As I played the final notes I decided that this would be my new favorite. It was such and elegant and addicting master piece. I couldn't help but play it again, this time without the slight pauses as I learned where my fingers would go.

I learned a few more songs and I played and played until I felt some one gently touch my shoudler.

I jumped and turned to see the maid from earlier.

"Oh! My apologies Jimin." She jumped back, "I didn't mean to scare you. That was very beautiful."

"Thank you." I said as my heart rate slowed.

"You must be starving." She said, "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier."

"What time is it?"

"Three, Master Jungkook should be back around five. If your hungry I can have the chefs prepare a light snack for you."

"Thank you..." I broke off waiting for her to give me her name.

"Nina." She smiled lightly.

"I think I'll just wait for Jungkook."

"Okay." She said and turned to walked away.

I turned back and continued to play the piano. Until I stopped and put an old record on the turntable.

It was like a ballroom dance record. So I twirled around until I spun right into someones arms.

I looked up to see Jungkook, "Well that was kind of embarrassing." I said as I pulled away slightly, heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Your not so bad dancing by your self." He smiled, "Dance with me?"

"Um, I don't know."

I tried to back away but he placed his hand on the small waist at my back and pressed me against him as he began dancing, me being forced to follow.

It was very awkward at first, thanks to me. But after a few moments I realized that I was not escaping so I might as well go along.

"How was your day?" He asked, whispering in my ear.

"Uneventful." I replied simply.

When the song ended he dipped me, which I was totally not expecting.

He was inches from my face, eyes boring into mine. I looked away and got up.

"Sorry." He smiled.

"No your not." I gave him a pointed look.

"Your right."

I shook my head and plopped down on the couch, the record player was still playing music.

"What did you do when you left?"

"That's confidential." He said, serious again.

"Of course, something to do with your mafia shit right." I looked over and he glared.

"Sorry! It just came out." I apologized.

He rolled his eyes, "Are you hungry? Dinners ready."

I got up and followed him to the dinning room.

The rest of the day went on with Jungkook and I making small talk and me making a joke every now and again.

It wasn't so bad.