Chapter 2: Sir

Taehyung

"Hello? Hoseok?" I asked through the phone. "Hey Tae. Do you need something?" He answers.

"Yeah, I got a hybrid and I need you here tomorrow morning. Be quick alright?" He said a few words before I hang up. I know rude, but I'm so fucking tired.

"Young master, she's ready." A maid comes, bowing. I stood up and walked up stairs.

Entering the room, I see the girl sitting on the foot of the bed, fumbling the fabric of the shirt.

"Hey little one." I sat beside her and patted her head. She leaned towards me immediately and purred.

"Are you okay now?" She only nods her head, and this makes me wonder if she can speak. Oh, right, she growled at us earlier so she must have a voice.

"Can you speak?" She nods again. I sighed, "Are you afraid of talking?" And again, all I get is a nod.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Please, talk to me." I smiled genuinely, the girl seemed to budge since she opened her mouth a little, and at that moment, I heard the cutest voice.

"T-Thank you..." She dipped her head down, "Ah, you're too cute. How can anyone ever leave on the side of the road..."

She looked up at me with her doe eyes and I can practically feel myself getting attached to her.

"Nobody left me on the road...I escaped." Fiddling with the shirt once more as she spoke. "What do you mean escape?" My curiosity peaked at this, escaped? Where?

"From the lab, t-they killed my mom, s-she l-let me escape. The mean men dragged her back into the lab. I heard a loud bang so I just followed what mama said." The girl started to cry silently.

I'm a mafia but that doesn't mean I don't have a heart. This just breaks whatever feelings I have. "She told you to run..." I whispered.

"Thank you for taking me in, sir." What? Sir? "Ah, you don't need to call me sir. Call me Taehyung." Smiling brightly at her, I picked her up and walked down to the kitchen.

"Taehyung? But mom said to call people i just met sir and ma'am." She mumbled, she must've really love her mom. If only my mom was like that, hell I'd be down with her.

See my mom isn't the most lovely one there is. She left us when I was about 4 years old, hell knows where she's been.

"You're going to live here now. So calling me sir isn't necessary, but I think 'Oppa' is better." The girl seemed to like the idea and nodded her head.

"Let's get you something to eat, i bet you're hungry." I walked into the kitchen spotting Jungkook and Jimin sitting by the table eating what I suppose is the left over cookies.

"Hey--hyung?" Jungkook paused and stared at the girl in my arms. She hid her face in my neck, "Kook don't stare her down." I said, sitting her on one of the chairs across them.

"Sorry..." He mumbled. "Aw, isn't she adorable Kook? Taehyung is a softie now." Jimin laughed and Jungkook laughed along.

I swear, these two may seem idiotic but they're in my gang for a reason. Jungkook is a killing machine once in the field and Jimin is the interrogator.

He's an expert at it. Now that it shows much when we're in a normal scenario, but he can be absolutely intimidating.

"So, what's your name?" Jungkook asked the girl, she looked at me, as if asking permission to speak.

"Sweetheart you don't have to ask me permission to talk to someone, talk when you want to, alright?" I patted her head and she nodded looking back at Jungkook.

"I don't have a name." She said, and we all froze. "Eh?" Jimin says, "The mean men never gave me one." She said it all with a straight, innocent face, as if it's all normal for her.

That lab must've just gave them random names like Namjoon-hyung names the drugs.

"We'll give you a name!" Jungkook chimes. "No, I'll do it. Hoseok'll be here tomorrow to sort out some papers for me." I cut in, if there's anyone giving her a name, it's gonna be me.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Bossy." He mumbles. I sighed and gave the girl some pasta. She stared at it and looked at me. "You don't need to ask permission to eat too. You can have anything you want."

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other with stuffed cheeks.

"Wah, you're really into the kid ha Tae?" Jungkook teases. "Tsk. Don't eat with your mouth full kid." I scold him. "Yeah, yeah, Papa Taehyung." They both burst into laughter and I grumbled under my breath.

I turned my attention to the girl beside me, surprised to see her plate done. "Wow, you eat fast for a small bean." I patted her hair earning soft purrs. "Aw, she's so cute!" The four of us flinched at the voice.

"Ah, Namjoon-hyung! Don't come out of nowhere! I almost chocked!" Jimin coughs. Hyung laughed walking beside me. "I heard you called Hoseok. You do know that adopting a hybrid is a big responsibility right?" He says.

"As if I haven't handled big responsi--", I got cut off by hyung hitting my head. "I don't mean it like that ya moron. I meant personal responsibilities! If you suddenly have a weakness a lot of stupid gangs might try to take her." He explains, before petting the hybrid's ears.

She purred and went along with his hand. She then turned all her attention to hyung leaving me to stare at her hair. "If they TRY, then I got the perfect person to deal with them." I smirked and turned to Jungkook, we stared at each other.

He swallowed his food and pointed to himself, "You want me to take care of them?" He says and I nod. "Great idea." He gave me a thumbs up, "Hey! No blood talk on the table!" Jimin smack his hand on Jungkook's.

"It's not blood talk!" Jungkook screams back.

"It is!" Jimin argues.

"It's not!" Jungkook screams again. A lot of 'it is' and 'its not' flew out of the two and it only made me massage my head. "Yah--", a voice interrupted, "They're funny." The girl beside me giggled.

She laughed. She LAUGHED. And it's so fucking adorable. "We're funny?" Jimin and Jungkook says at the same time. They smiled at the girl who was giggling to herself.

"She's so cute~." Jimin gawks. "Can I hug her?" He added. "No, c'mon let's get you to bed little one." I lifted her up and walked outside the kitchen, "I'm telling you guys, he's gonna get obsessed with her." Namjoon says quietly, but not all too quiet.

"I heard that!" I scream earning a 'sorry' and a laugh.