UNWANTED

Chapter 6

Taehyung's POV

"Yes, I need you to watch after this kid for me till I know what to do with him. I want you to look over him while he works during the day, make sure he doesn't escape or whatever." Namjoon mutters to the other blonde haired man.

Namjoon's gaze was fixated back on his paperwork in front of him as he continues to speak with a dismissive hand. "Just get him to clean the rooms, cook meals and any other household chores you can think of."

Yoongi nods, no words uttered from his lips.

"Oh." Namjoon pauses, his head trailing over towards Jungkook and I. "And make sure none of the others touch him. I want him to have little to no bruises." His orbs that were still covered, linger briefly over the bruise under my left eye and the cut that sat comfortably on my lip.

"Okay." Yoongi mumbles, walking over to my side. "Hurry up!" He grumbles, glaring at me with anger.

"I almost forgot, make sure to dress him in that outfit I have prepared for him upstairs in my room." Namjoon smirks.

Yoongi gets me to my feet, dragging me out of the room and towards the large staircase again. 'How can such a pretty house be owned by such horrible people?'

"In here." Yoongi murmurs, guiding me into a room which I presume to be Namjoon's. "Sit." He demands, his finger pointing at the bed. I obey, slowly resting my feet while I glance around the room.

'I need to get a better look at this house. I need to know every nook and cranny of this place so that when I escape, I do it right the first time and don't get dragged back here to die!'

While I was preoccupied in my own world, Yoongi pulls out an outfit that Namjoon insisted I wear. My eyes widen when I take in the disgusting looking maid dress. "No fucking way!" I hiss, staring at the outfit with revolution. It was like any other maid dress, the colours being white and black. It had ruffles at the bottom and seemed like it might possibly be a tad too small for me.

"Tough. Put it on before I ask Namjoon where the matching panties are." Yoongi smirks, tossing the outfit onto my lap.

I get to my feet slowly, "w-where's the bathroom?" I ask quietly. Yoongi sniggers, clearly finding my question funny. "Here is fine. Now hurry!" I shake my head, lowering it as a blush creeps up onto my face. 'I don't want any of them to see my body.'

The man sighs but to my surprise turns so that his back is facing me. I frown at his actions but don't interrogate what he's doing since he might spin back around and watch me face on instead.

I strip out of my jacket, jeans and t-shirt, laying them gently on the bed before placing the disgusting dress on. I grimace down at it, the uncomfortableness was real. "F-finished." I stutter, shuffling between my feet while he turns, taking in the outfit.

He nods, his face emotionless before opening the door. He lets me walk without holding onto me which I was thankful for. I'm sure I probably have many bruises on my arms and shoulders by now with how harsh they have been handling me.

"Okay, you can start with the kitchen." He mutters as we enter through a pair of large double glass doors.

I get to work, cleaning up and packing away the dishes that were in the sink into the dishwasher. I then clear away any rubbish that was laying across the counters and mop the floor.

Yoongi sat quietly, observing my every move from his seat.

Once I was finished, I slowly shuffle towards the blonde man, unsure whether I should tell him or not. "Umm..." I mumble silently, twiddling my sweaty hands together. "What?" He snaps, making me quiver slightly.