Y/N's POV
I called Jennie unnie,
|On The Phone|
Y/n: Hello?
Jennie: What?
Y/n: Contact with the government and ask them the personal number of bangtan. I bet they have it. If they refuse tell them that Mafia queen needs it.
Jennie: Ok.
|Call Ended|
I hung up and looked at the time it's 2:15. I need to hurry. Soon I got a text from Jennie unnie.
Chat:-
Meowcat 🙀
Jennie: 906XXXXXXX
Y/n: thanks bitch.
Jennie: yahh where are the honorifics?
Y/n: in hell
Jennie: bitch see ya later.
:Chat ends:
I should directly call them. They don't need any formalities. Afterall I'm above them.
I called on that no.
|On The Phone|
$$$: hello?
This voice is familiar.
Y/n: I'm Mafia queen crystal.
$$$: Why do you call?
Y/n: I need help. I will pay you back. With anything you want.
$$$: Woah Mafia queen is having problems?
Y/n: Shut the fuck up. Helping or not?
$$$: In return I want xxxxxx.
Y/n: Anything you want.
$$$: ok. What help do you want?
Y/n: Meet up at the location I'll send you.
$$$: ok.
|Call Ended|
I sighed knowing everything will be fine. I sent the location to that number. And went downstairs.
3rd PERSON's POV
She went downstairs and saw her soon-to-be step brothers sitting on couches and scrolling through their phones. She went and stood their and cleared her throat. Suddenly a thought hitted her like a truck. She took out her phone from the pocket and saw her wifi off. She on the wifi and just after she released a sigh of relief.
Y/n: Actually I'm going out now.
Jin: No—
Namjoon: You can.
