JUNGKOOK POV:-

Sighing and huffing Yn pulls a plain cotton white dress with off shoulder full sleeves. It's plain and comparatively long, falling below her knees by several inches.

"I look dead." She mumbles under her breath, not meaning for me to hear.

So I pretend I don't.

She bushes her hair next, tying it to a braid.

Still pouting at her reflection, she picks out a tub of Vaseline from the shelf beside the mirror and applies it to her lips.

"C'mon. I'm done." She says while I switch off my blow dryer and start to comb it out of my face.

"Give me a minute."

I see her roll her eyes at me while plopping down on the circular seat in the middle of the closet.

"Put your sandals on." I point at her bare feet while slipping on my shoes after my hair is in place.

"I'm not going out." She reasons.

"You're not going to wear shoes?"

She shrugs. "I'm hungry." She huffs.

She's a complete child! I thought she was executed in an innocent kind of way and not to lie she is, but she's not what I had expected.

She's a back-talker. Sassy. Sarcastic and defying.

She doesn't give a shit about her punishment.

She'll get spanked and she'll be back to being her sassy little self again.

Whereas I thought her to be a quite little submissive girl. Yes sir. No sir. Kind of a girl.

But now as I get to know her, she's more like, 'what are you going to do about it?' Kind of a girl.

Reaching the table, I find Sarah sitting on Diego's lap, having a little heated make out session. The straps of her hear dress falling down her arms.

Seriously they have no sense of personal space.

"Diego. Sarah." I warn as I take my seat. Yn sits beside me.

Sarah quickly untangles herself from my little brother and takes her seat, after adjusting her dress. I feel Yn giving a sly smile to Sarah, which she ignores.

"Where is your papa?" She asks me.

"He'll be here." I say.

"How long have you been here?" Diego asks Yn, out of the blue.

"Uh...three weeks." She says.

A little more than three weeks.

"Do you like it here?"

"I have my moments." She shrugs. "Sometimes I sneak out."

Her moments are when she uses the rusty ladder on the back garden to climb up to the roof when she has nothing to do.

Diego laughs and asks her how she got here.

"I dunno. How else do you get locked up in a tower?"

"My brother allows that mouth of yours?" He laughs.

laughs.

"He'd have to tape my mouth." She shrugs casually.

"I have better ways to make you stop talking piccolo." I say slowly to her.

She immediately gets quiet.

Good girl.

Eunwoo and Ariana walk down. Ariana and the girls hug and take their seats.

Papa walks right when the clock strikes eight, followed by two guards, dressed in a suit.

We all stand up, it takes Yn to understand but she follows nevertheless.

He hugs Eunwoo first and then Ariana. "My sweet girl, Ariana." He pats her head. "How are my little gangsters?"

"They're fine, papa." She smiles up at him adoringly. "How are you? Sugar level okay?"

Papa nods.

"Are you having the tea I gave you, twice daily?"

"Yes, my dear."

"Jk." He gives me a man hug and then Diego.

Slapping his back, saying this time he's made papa proud.

"Sarah, my girl." Sarah hugs papa smiling. "How are studies, all A's?"

"Sí, papa." She grins.

"And...Yn?" He reaches for a formal handshake. "Emerald's daughter?"

Papa knew her mum? Huh?

"Yes, Don." She smiles, in a friendly way giving his hand a shake.

Talk about being obedient.

"Daughters don't call their father Don." He reasons, patting her head adoringly. "I heard you put a leash around my demon's neck, si?"

I snort. That's all he ever wants. A leash around my neck.

Like I am a dog, needing to be trained.

She smiles, shaking her head.

"Are you gonna give your papa a hug, now?"

Yn smiles brightly as papa hugs her briefly.

I feel weird that my papa loves the girls more than he loves us, or has shown us love in that way, like giving hugs at dinner or sending fresh handmade candies and all that.

But then again, my mama died giving birth to my little sister. None of them lived. My father thus treats Ariana and Sarah since they came as daughters, if more.

And now, Yn is added to the list.

A Butler then comes in with three gift wrapped packages.

"Well, there are the candies." Papa declares as the Butler hands him the packets.

I roll my eyes.

"Here we go again." Eunwoo says under his breath.

Papa hands one girl a bag each and orders the maid standing around the table to bring our food.

"Diego, what about the cartels you said had raw materials?" I said, forking my pasta.

I keep remembering to ask him that.

I mean, he kept sending me updates. During the raid he did on the stash houses in Italy, he said he found materials to make bombs and drugs in one of the stash houses.

"I had shipped them to the stash house here on the rare end of the estate, Carmine said, he'd look into it."

"Carmine? He's still breathing?" Eunwoo puts down his pasta clad fork.

Here we go again. That's what happens when you can't kill a person to whom you're too emotionally attached.

"We don't kill family, son." Papa says.

That's right. And when we do, we blame it on the Russians or Mexicans. Depending on the situation.

"But he..."

"Work discussions off the table." Ariana snaps, her eyes giving out the warning everyone seems to get.

I smirk at Eunwoo. He smiles and mouth a 'fuck off, you asshole" to me.

"Very well, then, dear." Papa says resuming eating.

"The pasta is delicious. Did you make it, Sarah?" Ariana asks.

Sarah shrugs. "Though someone did bail out on me." She smiles sweetly at Yn. Who pretends to be oblivious.

YN POV:-

The dinner was simply as I put it...normal.

The chats, the casual laughs and the bittersweet, harmless fun making, actually made me realize that the vision of the family I had made in my mind was anything but true.

The wine from the dinner and the whiskey Ariana, Sarah and I shared while doing the dishes had left a reddish hue on my pale cheeks.

I was waiting for Jungkook to come up to the room. After dinner the men went up to the study to go through Diego's visit to Italy and look up if the young DeJeon had done his job correctly.

Before sending me up, he pulled me aside, kissing down the nape of my neck and whispering, 'wait up for me.' I can still feel the blow of his warm minty breath against my skin.

And it has been a good forty-five minutes since then. The hot-cold shiver still prominent on my skin, the sensation between my legs still awake.

Stropping off my dress and under garments, I pick out a black lacy babydoll chemise. It's almost see through and short.

Not something I'd wear on a daily basis.

You don't sleep with Dons on a daily basis. My inner girl rolls her eyes at me.

Putting it on, I found a pair of matching thongs. It doesn't really cover much but I wear it for decency's sake.

My reflection is kinda...good? My breast hangs low, confined by the thin material of the chemise but not in a clumsy manner, a rather alluring manner, the large portion of my chest is exposed. The top falls just about half inch below my thighs, not fully covering my ass. The triangle piece of scrap visible under my top.

I want to look like I am trying but I am not trying.

You already look like a whore. My inner girl snickers nevertheless she approves.

I brush through my hair, pulling it into a low ponytail and search through the vanity drawers for some color cosmetics. I found some tubes of lipsticks in the bottom drawer, still in the package.

Unpacking one at random, I find the color to be powder pink.

I was never really privileged for make-ups. Shrugging I put on a layer of powder-pink on my lips.

Looking back at the mirror, I sigh in content. It didn't go as I wanted to. I wanted to look good, maybe a little less sluggish.

Now I wait.

For fifteen minutes, sitting idle is not my thing so I add something to the mood. I dim the lights, draw the blind over the balcony window, change the white sheets and put clean crimson sheets on the bed and change the pillowcase.

I swear this was a bad idea.

I huff as I sit down on the bed.

It's been two hours! My inner girl whines.

Patience. We'll have it good. I assure her.

He's so big. She moans. And lustful. So gorgeous and oh God...he'll make us feel good, won't he?

I sigh.

It isn't helping anymore. I lay face first on the bed.

He'll come when he wants to.The ringing of the house phone snaps me off my trance.

I reach over the nightstand, grabbing the receiver.

I hear a blaring beast of music, as soon as the corded receiver meets my ear.

Holy God! My inner girl puts her hands on her ears, trying to block away the sound.

"Yn?" His voice drifts through the line.

"Hi." I answer slowly.

"Piccolo, we have some issues down in the club and the cartels have been misplaced. I won't be back before morning." He says the sound has somewhat died down.

He seems busy and in a hurry. "Oh."

"Yeah. Can you pass Sarah and Ariana the news, too, my sweet?"

"Hm." I answer, picking up the thread sticking out of the satin bedsheet. "I will." I whisper.

"Okay." The line goes dead.

Not even a goodnight?

Sighing, almost tear eyed I walk to the bathroom, wipe my lipstick with a wet wipe and wash my face.

Changing into a loose T-shirt and shorts I come out.

It was stupid of me.

I mean...look at him, he's a Don!

And I am a little girl, having the time of her dreams.

Or maybe it's just immature of you to think that. My inner girl reasons. He had to work.

Sometimes emergencies happen in work and the job he does, is the job that is done in darkness. You can't only imagine rainbows and roses without rain and thorns.

Yeah. But it didn't change the fact that I got ready for him, that I wanted him to come to me. Tonight I wanted to be special.

Walking out of the room, I knock on Sarah's. She comes out after a minute a robe fastened around her body, hair a mess. "Hey."

"Jungkook called. He said they have some trouble in the club and something about cartels misplaced. Something like that."

"Oh. They aren't coming home?"

"In the morning. That's what he said."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks for the news." She says gathering her hair in a bun.

"Yeah. Okay. I'm going to tell Ariana the news." I point my finger in the forward direction.

"I'll go with you." She mumbles and walks with me to Ariana's room.

The door is unlocked, I peek in to see her half laying in bed, the baby in her arms. The little boy, Aless asleep beside his mother.

"Ari." Sarah calls softly. "Ari?"

"Yeah." She sits up alarmed. "What is it?"

"They have some trouble in the club and something about the cartels. They'll be here in the morning."

"Yeah." She rolls her eyes, less than surprised. Almost casual reaction.

"You want me to take the baby?" I ask.

"Nah. I'll put her in the crib." Ariana puts the little girl in a white wooden crib, snug with soft warm blankets.

Sarah and I take a seat on the bed. Sara moves close to the boy's head and gently scratches his scalp.

"You know little Aless here, had his little rubber swimming pool blown by a shotgun." Sarah says. "And Ariana was so angry."

I laugh. "No. Really?"

"Really." Ariana comes out of the bathroom. "It was last year, around summer. We were chilling by the pool and Eunwoo had air blown the rubber tub, but I had no idea where he got the gun or whose it was but it was really funny to him. He wouldn't stop giggling. I think papa was proud, if anything."

"Are you kidding? He was so proud that he made a toast of wine during dinner that night." Sarah giggles. "To my little Don and his bright times ahead." She mocked papa's deep gruff voice.

In return we all giggled.

"Mrs. Ariana?" The knocks on the door are loud and the voice is almost panicked.

"The hell?" She opens the door wide. Two armed guards stand side by side. Their faces pale and panicked.

Sensing tension she stepped out and almost closed the door behind her. But their conversation was heard without a barrier.

"The club was attacked minutes ago." One of them informs me.

We have some issues down in the club. He had said.

I turn my head toward Sarah. She has one hand against her forehead as if in agony.

"My God!" Sarah gasps. I bite my lip to refrain from any kind of reaction.

"The Don asked me to double the security around the estate. We were looking for Ms. Sarah and Ms. Yn." They state.

"They're here." She replies, opening the door wider.

"I'll be placing guards around the room and around the house." He says before giving Ariana a leather bag.

"Thank you, Marcus." She says sweetly.

"Stay safe, Ma'am. They say the chaos at the club was false. It was to lure the Don into the trap."

Ariana doesn't reply.

"What about... Papa?" She asks after a beat.

"He's in his room, with doubled security and protection."

"Okay."

I don't hear the guard saying anything after that. But he definitely says something to Ariana, that makes her gasp.

The door closes.

When she comes into view she's pale and shaking.

"What's wrong?" I walk up to her, helping her sit down.

"The club was attacked. The Mexican."

"We heard." I say, softly

"Those bastards. What did we ever do to them?" Sarah curses.

"It's not that only. We have a snitch. They tricked the boys." She whispers, unzipping the bag and pulling out handguns.

"They're loaded." She gives two to Sarah. And two to me.

"You know how to shoot?" She asks me.

I shake my head.

Vo

"Pray that we don't need to shoot." She exhales looking around the room, her eyes linger at her babies.

Sarah teaches me how to turn on and off the safety lock and how to aim. And that I need to tighten my left hand around the butt.

Ariana is quiet, laying beside Aless.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Hmm." She hums.

But I can tell something was not right. She wasn't like this last time.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asks.

Ariana sits up, cross legged. Looking at me apologetically she whispers, "Marcus said Jungkook was shot."

My eyes almost popped out of the socket.

Shot?

Jungkook is shot? Gun wound?

"But..." Sarah begins with a frown.

As if it's something impossible.

Her next words bring tears to my eyes. "Thrice."

I let out a gasp of horror.

Thrice?

I felt frozen.

I felt this icy air, emitting from me, cooling me until freezing point.

After I heard Jungkook was shot, I couldn't feel anything but numbness then came the freezing cold.

I remember staying in Ariana's room. She kept telling me Jungkook will be fine. I stayed mum.

Thousands of images of him getting shot, kept flashing before my eyes.

I felt like shutting down everything, turning off every light and curl back into a ball and keep my agony and pain to myself.

"Are you awake, Auntie Yn?" Aless's little voice comes, snapping me off my imagination.

"Hmm."

"Are you not okay?" He places a small hand on my cheek. Compared to my temperature, his hand is warm.

I woke up sometime around noon, had yogurt and a banana for breakfast/lunch and am now lying in Ariana's bed with little Audrey beside me.

"I'm fine, little guy." I sit up. He jumps into the bed, bouncing twice. "Mama said, you're sad."

"I'm not sad."

"Are you unhappy then?"

"Uh...no. Not unhappy. No."

"You're worried? About Uncle Vinny?"

"You know what happened to your uncle?"

The little man shrugs like it's no big deal. "Last year, my dogo, Coco, got shot." He says sadly.

"Oh." The biggest tragedy for a five year old. I suppose, "How is he now?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "He's dead."

"Oh." I am taken aback by his bluntness. "I'm sorry?"

"Nah." He bounces on the bed again. "I shot him."

I frown.

"It was an accident." He justifies.

"I'm still sorry."

"Uncle Jk is strong." Aless flexes his little imaginary muscles.

"Yes." I smile and then silence.

Minutes after I see Aless leave through the door.

I sigh and lay back down.

Just after dinner last night I couldn't even imagine this happening.

It's so unreal.

It feels so empty. My inner self says.

Seconds later Aless peaks inside again. "And Auntie, Yn?"

"Hmm?" I look at him with a smile.

"It'll take more than three bullets to kill a De Jeon." He smiles.

I smile back.

Then he leaves.

I never knew what talking to a five year old could do, but it's left me a little normal.

The coldness in me is not so intense anymore. It's bearable.

I think now, that all I really needed was some assurance. Someone to tell me that he was alright.

Hmm. My inner self agreed with me as I padded out of the room.

I found A less downstairs in the kitchen. Sitting on a stool at the table while Ariana and Sarah were doing something on the stove.

"Hey." I said to no one in particular.

"You're up?" Ariana asks, turning to me.

"Hmm."

"You okay?" Sarah places a plate of food for Aless who scrunches up his nose.

"Fine." I smile.

"Ion wanna eat this..." He pokes around the food with a spoon. "It's gooey." "It's healthy." Ariana reasons.

Sarah gives me a bowl of oatmeal. I thank her.

"Healthy? It looks sick." He screeches.

"Eat it." Ariana forces.

Aless in response just snorts and jumps from the tool to leave.

"Aless!" Ariana yells.

"Oh, please!" He flips his mother off.

My mouth gapes open at his attitude. And that to his mother!

"I keep telling Eunwoo to put him in a boarding school." Ariana fumes. "He's turning to a brat!"

"A boarding school that takes in five year ear olds?" Sarah laughs.

"Don't laugh." Ariana grits her teeth "He's a little devil."

"No. Not a devil, my dear." Papa walks inside the kitchen.

Ariana looks up at him, defeated. "He's simply like his father." He laughs.

Ariana rolls his eyes. "He's so...outgrown for his age, papa."

He shrugs. "Will you make me tea?"

Sarah puts the kettle on the stove.

"He's mature." I say I have finished my food.

"Whatever makes you say that." Sarah laughs.

"He's not mature either, sweet." Papa reasons with a smile. "He's just clever. Like any other DeJeon."

Ariana snorts again. "Is this summer camp safe, papa?"

"For Aless, you ask?"

"Hmm."

"No." He says taking a sip of tea that Sarah just made. "He's too...small for that, now. Maybe in the next five years."

"He keeps talking about it." Ariana sighs.

"What camp?" Sarah takes a seat after done with her work.

"The combat day camp?" I ask.

"That's the one." Papa says.

I heard about it somewhere. Maybe I had a flyer that I read. The family runs the camp. Teaches young kids to defend themselves. And sometimes they recruit new members from here.

One good thing about the camp is, they teach all levels of combat, shooting, archery. Mostly the art of defense.

"He's just five." I frown.

"But to him, he isn't." Papa says before picking up his tea cup and leaving.

"Aless is just a showoff." Sarah says half jokingly.

"Don't call my son a showoff." Ariana frowns.

"Whatever." Sarah shrugs. "But he's a good kid." She smiles.

Ariana smiles with joy and quite possibly pride.

"He is." I agree.

"Do you want to go see, Jungkook?" Sarah asks, once she comes to my room.

I was laying looking out at the almost invisible sun, thinking.

About Jungkook.

If he's okay.

If he's in pain

Does he want to see me?

Should I go see him?

Can I go see him?

"Can I?" I sit up.

"Why can't you?" She asks plopping down on the bed.

"What kind of question is that?"

"I thought he was severely injured and what if he doesn't want to see me?"

Now it is just my self-conscious talking.

"You're weird." Sarah frowns. "Just go change, will you?" I wash my body before dressing in a shirt and leggings.

"How far is it?" I ask to come out of the closet.

"Walking distance." She says getting up.

"We're gonna take him some dinner to eat." She adds.

I nod.

"Are we even allowed to go alone, I mean an attack just took place last night."

"My God, Yn." She has facepalms. "You know nothing about the estate, do you?" She says faking sympathy.

"No, actually." I smile.

"You're an idiot." She pulls me by my hand, out of the room.

"Diego, got hurt too, last night." She says absent mindedly.

"Oh." I frown putting the cooked food in Tupperware containers. "I didn't know."

"I didn't know till this morning." She shrugs.

"Serves him right." She fumes.

"Why would you ever say that?"

"He was being an idiot, flexing about how clever and smart he was to finish off such a big deal in Italy that he refused to take any protection from the family. Asshole."

"Oh."

"But still...though he deserved to be punched, I feel...sad and empty." She states sadly. "He's all I have."

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