Asher's p.o.v.
*1 Year Later*
It's been almost a whole year since I've seen my brother and my family. I have been locked in the basement of some douché bags house. Until now no one knew of my existence. I heard the door to the basement open and a little boy came down the stairs.
"Mommy is this where my friends and I can play once my toys get put down here!" He cheered, so happy, I want to be happy.
As tears stream down my face someone turned the light on. I looked up and the family. Three children and two parents and a grandmother. The kids were screaming in horror as the parents ushered them back up the stairs to the main floor of the home. The grandmother came closer and I hide my face afraid she would hit me.
"You're so beautiful. Why would someone lock you down here. You would be more beautiful if you got some meat on your bones." She opened her purse and pulled out a Choco-pie and tried handing it to me.
I went to move my hand but the chains jingled holding my hands back. My wrist has healed but looks horrible. I'm black and blue all over. Probably covered in dried blood.
"Jinyoung bring me the chain cutters!" She yelled and here came down a teen boy who was eyeing me the whole time he was cutting the chains. "I'm going to get a bath running and find some clothes. Help her up." As the grandma left Jinyoung reached down and helped me stand up after cutting all the chains.
"Mafias work. I'm in a gang so I'll be protecting you until word gets out you're still alive. Then who ever you belong to will be coming to get you." He helped me into the bathroom and left when the grandma came in with clothes and stuff to help me bathe.
"Honey can you tell me your name?" I stare at my hands and start signing my name in Korean. "Asher?" I nod and she smiles helping me get in the tube.
She started washing me and the bathroom door opens to a young name who has yellow hair. "Sorry Master. Who's this. Do you want me to bring the first aid kit and some rice?" She nods her head and the boy runs off.
"I'm a boss or master of a gang known as Got7. That was the youngest. Do you know of Got7? Wait how long were you down there for sweetie?" I hold up a 1 and she sighs shaking her head.
She helped me out and wrapped me in a kimono that fit perfectly. She led me to the kitchen and when I got down there a whole meal was on the table.
"I'm glad that my great grandson went down those stairs. If not we may have not of found you beauty." She made sure I took a bite before everyone else dig in.
"Are you gonna eat that?" A greyish purple haired boy smirked pointing the the meat and as I went to push the meat to him metal chopsticks collided with his pressure point in his hand.
"She needs food BamBam! She needs to eat! Eat your own or go make more!" The grandma yelled and I flinched covering my head almost in tears.
Everything was silent as everyone stares at me. "Seok-Jin please come get me." I cried out silently and someone stood up.
"I'm going to call someone. Keep her here. I think I know where she came from." Jinyoung said and left the room.
I was guided to the couch to lay down. I for sure fell asleep with all these 6 boys and the grandma watching me making sure I was safe.
Yoongi's p.o.v.
I punch the wall as I sat on her bed. One whole year since I've seen her. One year since I've failed my sister. She's probably 6 feet under and I wouldn't know it. We had a funeral that got out to the public that a mafia women had passed. We have had many allies come by and give their sorrows and we did get lots of food. That I literally threw away. Everyone is trying to get me out of her room but I don't want to leave.
"Suga let me in please." This bitch again I don't want to deal with her.
There's this women who's trying to take my sisters spot in this house. All the boys agree that she should so we can move on but I have to give final say.
"Move Nani. Suga Jinyoung jut called. They might have her!" I jumped up with boy went through my room and made sure no one could get into her room.
"Let's go get my baby sister!" He started running after me but stopped when I reached the front door and broke down crying.
"Suga. She may still be alive. What's wrong?" Jin rubbed my back as we head to the garage.
"If she is alive I failed her as a brother. I made myself believe she was dead and I stopped looking for her." I felt defeated, I felt useless.
"We didn't know if she was alive for dead Suga. We had to. It wasn't just your fault. Everyone stopped. Even me and I wanted to find her and ask her to marry me so I could have her by me at all times and not have her disappear ever again." I looked at Jin with happiness in my eyes knowing he wants to marry my sister.
*TIME SKIP*
Jin pulled into a garage and got out. There stood Jinyoung the leader of the Got7 gang.
Jin's p.o.v.
"Where's she!" Suga jumped out and ran to the door behind Jinyoung.
"If we let her go home with you, you have to get her healthier. If we come by in a month and she's no better we will take her back and have her stay her with us." Jinyoung finally moved his arm and I followed Suga slowly.
She was laying on the couch and Suga was caressing her cheek as her eyes fluttered open. She looked to me and I looked at her body. So skinny. She deserves better then this. She sat up and crawled over to me hugging me tightly.
"Jin you came finally. I was wondering when you would come. Never thought it would take this long. Where's my mom? She needs to know I'm alive." Her voice was so delicate and fragile I felt like I was going to break her.
"The only family you have is your brother Baby doll." She faced Suga and jumped on him making him tumble back.
They literally cried and cried not wanting to let each other go. I am so scared about bringing her home. Especially with all the death that's been going around the house and how everyone has become way more violent. I smile as I noticed she was asleep in Suga's arms.
"You better be glad my great grandson found her. She was chained to a wall covered in blood. She's so bruised up right now. She needs medical treatment young one. She didn't speak. This is the first time she's spoken. Please take care of her. Or I will be back for her." The grandmother was scary and I nodded as Suga, Ash, and I went out to my car.
She was laid in the back seat and Suga watched her every second as we drove home. She was out light a broken bulb you can't get out of the light socket.
"Yoongi, you know she may be out for a little. I'll have to call Bang Si-hyuk to get a medical professional out to see her right? She can't just stay in this condition forever. If she does we may lose her." I was almost in tears with the last sentence and Yoongi didn't even face me.
"I'll call my cousin. He is a professional doctor that does not do mafia crap but when it comes to this lady he'll do anything for her. Even get roped into dying for her." Yoongi went to pull out his phone but I already had our Master on the line and talking with him.
"We gots Min Yoongi's sister back but now we just need a Doctor to come out sir. She's in really bad condition and needs major treatments. We just won't take her to the hospital because she has nothing on her. No name in the system no insurance. And if word has it she's still alive, whoever tried killing her may try it again." He hummed and I knew that meant he was thinking and I wasn't happy with how slow he was thinking.
"Fine. I'll call the doctor that lives right down the road from you guys. The one I've been sending to check on Yoongi. Since they're technically twins. I know about her. They should be about the same health wise. He'll be there in like 10 minutes son. Bye." He was angry but I don't know what to tell him.
She could be dying right now and we don't know it. I pulled into our new houses garage and saw a whole bunch of boxes with Ash's name on it. Yoongi got pissed and literally almost tore my door of its hinges and he raced out to attack someone.
"Ok Ash I'm taking you to your brothers room." She felt so light because she doesn't weigh more then 60lbs at the moment.
I heard screams and yells as I entered the house protecting Ash from things flying across the living room. Something hit the wall behind me and I yelled loudly.
"Fucking knock it off! You could of hit her!" I looked towards Yoongi and I threw his hands up and everyone looked at my arms. "It's a fake body." I smiled hiding the truth from them. "Now why is Ash's things in the fucking garage in boxes?" Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Ask the fucking girl moving into her room. She's not coming back. She's fucking dead Jin!" What he said made Asher stir and I notice Yoongi go wide eyed and started hurrying me to his room.
Asher's p.o.v.
I sat in the basement chained to a cement wall and I was screaming. "Let me fucking go you assholes!" There was thumping up stairs but I didn't care. "They will come get me and when they do they will fucking slit your throats and have you eat your own dick!" The door slammed open and I smirked at the person walking down the stairs.
"You're a mouthy little slut aren't you?" He grabbed my face with lots of pressure, if he pushed any harder he probably could break my teeth. "How about we have a slut do what a slut does best?" His smirk made me drop mine and it became a look of scared and worried.
"Try me. You little fucking bitch. You're dick is probably smaller then my pinky toe and that's why you steal women and treat them like shit. Your mother would be disappointed in a fuck up like you? Wonder why she didn't get an abortion?" I spit in his face to tired to move my face down to see his face.
A fist collided with my jaw and I didn't cry. I couldn't show weakness to these assholes. There was a scream across the room. There was another girl here but he just smirked. He unchained me and slammed me to the ground unzipping his pants.
*time skip*
The girl walked up to me as I started crying forgetting she was here. I wanted to bite at her she was unchained not fucking fair.
"Let me help you please!" She whisper yelled at me and I bit her hand hard as it came close to my face.
I spit out her blood and it landed on her white clothes.
*time skip*
2 fucking months no one is here. I will keep refusing my meals until they force it down my throat. I will still deny food. I don't need them or want them to be near me. Screw those boys who started to welcome me. Screw them. I fucking hate them. I hope they die!