Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. All characters in this story are FICTIONAL. Also NO PLAIGIRSING.

It was a normal day for me, 18-year-old Briar, I was living in my parent's house, unemployed, 'wasted potential' as my parents called me, slowly losing braincells to the reality-defying BTS fanfictions I read on a day to day basis.

And I was lovin' it.

Although the fanfiction I was reading at 12 am in the morning was written in a distorted version of the English language, by a pre-puberty teen most likely, I still enjoyed basking in the corny romance of the storyline because I was just that desperate.

For this fanfiction, called 'Mafia', Y/N has a boyfriend named Jackson fucking Wang who cheats on her and then she goes to the club and is kidnapped by the nefarious Mafia dude Kim Taehyung and his band of super hot other guys (which I'm pretty sure wouldn't be true for mafia dudes in real life) based off the members of BTS and Tae and Y/N fell in love... in two days. Even though Taehyung did things that should only end in lawsuits, Y/N was just like yippie kie yay lets get married. But, I mean it's Kim Taehyung so who would blame her. I mean, look at those people in the comments saying he could step on them and they'd thank him.

To be honest, I would too.

"You're mine Y/N. Do you understand? You belong to me, kitten." I cringed for the millionth time since the start of the book because of the word "Kitten". "Yeah that's all I can handle for one day." I decided to myself as I slipped into the covers of my bed and turned my phone off.

The whole day was gone, but did I really care? It wasn't like reality was that exciting anyway. I preferred to read immature fanfictions to escape from the real world. Into a world of adventure, cringe, BTS, and overcooked romance.

And sometimes, no matter how cringe the idea is, I wish that these fanfictions were my reality.

And with that last thought, I drifted off into my dreams.

A/N: Hey sorry it's short, this is just the prologue chapter I guess. I'm new at writing ffs so have mercy on my poor soul. It will get better, I promise. Also leave a comment I like to read them:)