Adopted by bts

Part two

I hate meeting people .

That's just it . I hate having to make conversations with people you don't want to talk to . I hate being new . I hate being the focus of attention. I hate people talking about me . I guess that's what makes me so bad .

I'm really rude , I can't help it . I bring up my walls because I don't want to get close to anyone .
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The whole group of seven boys awkwardly smiled at the young girl as they signed all the papers .

She sat there quietly waiting for everything to be sorted out . Her former carer , may-li smiled because she was getting rid of Hana .

She eyed Hana and smirked .

"Boys , If you wouldn't mind  , could you allow me to talk to my lovely Hana , privately " she grinned ominously at them which seemed to get them all to leave the room .

   As she shut the creaky wooden door she spoke .
"Well well Hana . You're finally leaving after two years . How terrible it will be for them . You better work hard . I honestly expect a lot from you min Hana . " she suddenly changed mood making hana slightly confused about the matter .

"But you hate m-"

" I may not like you to an extreme level , but hate is a strong  word . I hate hitler , I hate the horrible gang of people that are trying to hurt everyone in this world , I hate my  ex husband " she said , slightly going off track towards the end . "Anyway , I want you to do good . Work well for them and get a good life because at least then u will have done something good in my life "

"Yes miss . Thank you very much for looking after me these past couple of years , I appreciate it ver-"Hana started

// Hana PoV : in car
The seven boys which haven't told me their names ,except one ,  were acting like they all wanted to be my father .

My father . All I remember that He was a rich man: banker, merchant, manufacturer, or something . A big, loud man, with
a stare, and a metallic laugh. A man made out of a coarse material, which seemed to have been stretched to make so much of him. A man with a great puffed head and forehead, swelled veins in his temples, and such a strained skin to his face that it seemed to hold his eyes open, and lift his eyebrows up. A man with a pervading appearance on him of being inflated like a balloon, and ready to start. A man who could never sufficiently vaunt himself a self-made man. A man who was always proclaiming, through that brassy speaking-trumpet of a voice of his, his old ignorance and his old poverty. A man who was the Bully of humility.

I hated my father . I don't understand how mother used to love him .
I hate them .

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I looked out the tainted window and stared outside , chewing the city of Seoul .

"We'll be going back to our dorm now and you'll be staying with us !" The guy called Jhoe or something explained .

I nodded and continued to listen to the songs in the radio .

Then I realised something . They have a limo? Are they super rich or something . Are they famous ? I wouldn't know , I don't have a phone and I haven't been to school in a year .

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My eyes drifted off to the direction of the older boy who sat next to me . He stayed quiet like me but gradually involved himself into conversations with the others .

He had blonde hair and he looked tired . He was the only one who hadn't played any attention to me at all . He didn't seem like he was gonna take to me very well any time soon .

//back at the dorm .

"Woah this is quite big for a dorm " I said quietly , following them inside .

The eldest , Jin , as I now know due to the introductions on the way here , looked at me and smiled .

"Well there are seven of us " he chuckled and walked away .

I felt a sense of anxiety inside me as I  walked  towards the living room . Staying with seven older boys isn't my ideal version of living . But then again they are hot ...

What am I thinking ?! They are like my appas now , I can't think this way . It'd be like loving my own brother I suppose  .

This house seems different than my old house I used to live in with my mother .
After my mother died I lived by myself for a few months and all I can remember of the house is that The old clock kept time in a house that was no longer alive. No sunlight danced in through the dirty windows. Cobwebs hung listely, its occupants dead or gone. The dust lay on the floor, a dreary carpet on a sagging floor. A stray fly buzzed around a chandelier that stared miserably down from where it was bolted to the ceiling. And open door creaked as a breath of wind caused it to move on its rusty hinges. A crumbling piece of cloth fluttered through the air, like a bird trapped in a cage. It was an empty, forlorn building, without a breath.

But the house had not always been void of life. A long time ago, the house had lived and breathed. Two , happy children had run through the velvet carpeted halls. Red, white, and yellow roses grew on the walls outside the building. Willow tress drooped over a pond, creating a very romantic atmosphere. Grass covered the lawn without an imperfection.

I wish I could have restarted my life . Unfortunately that isn't possible .

Jimin sat down next to me , but because I was lost in my thoughts I didn't notice .
"What are you thinking about ?"He said  a-flicker with curiosity over a genial smile.

"N-nothing!" I stuttered ,alarmed .
He looked at me weirdly and turned on the tv .  Laughter and boring dialogs filled the room .

Taehyung sat down inbetween  jimin and me .  Taehyung looked down at me and smiled .

"How old are you . You're small " he said smiling like a fool . Who smiles for no reason. I lost that ability a while ago

"14..." I started "nearly  15 though " I blurted out hastily . He nodded and continued staring at the tv .

No one seemed particularly interested in me . Not that I cared .

"We don't have a spare room so you'll have to stay in the same room as some of us !" Namjoon explained happily

"You're such a pervert "jungkook rolled his eyes ,

Authors note

Lol sorry that was so terrible LMAO
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