"If you ever deny my son the pleasure he so rightfully deserves from you again, you're going to regret it."

All the blood drains from your face as you take in Mrs. Kim's words. You try your best not to shake, swallowing the lump in your throat as you hold her gaze.

"I-I can't have period sex," you lie shakily. "I get cramps."

"Then you're going to figure out another way," she growls, squeezing your hands tighter. "You're a smart girl. And if you even think about giving him a half-assed handjob, I'll make sure you can't sleep at night."

You wince as her grip begins to crush your hands. "W-what if he's not in the mood?" you whisper, tears pooling into your eyes.

"Men are always in the mood," she scowls. "If you know what's best for you, you'll listen to what I say. We don't want another repeat of what happened a few months ago, right?"

She doesn't have to specify which night. Your jaw slacks as the memories from that night come crashing over you, forcing their way into the front of your eyes. The fear and panic begin in your back and painfully seep up through your neck and into your head, blurring your vision.

She watches you freeze up and chuckles, making a complete 180 mood change as she releases your hands. It takes everything within you not to collapse onto the floor.

"It looks like you might need a minute," she smiles softly. "Come out whenever you're ready."

She struts out of the bathroom like nothing ever happened and you hold your hands against your chest. You don't realize you've been holding your breath until you look at your blue face in the mirror.

You grab Mr. Bubbles and take a sharp inhale before crouching to the ground, gasping for air but your lungs won't listen, the burning sensation making you want to vomit. Tears fall down your face as you clutch the teddy bear to your chest and hyperventilate so aggressively you completely lose your surroundings.

"[Y/N]!" you barely hear Jin yell, dropping to the floor next to you. "[Y/N], breathe," he says frantically, grabbing your face to look at him. But you're not looking at him. You're not looking at anything. All you can see is Hae-Ran's face as she stabs you, and scarface's dead eyes as he rips your clothes apart.

"[Y/N], please," Jin begs, tears brimming in his eyes. He looks into the teddy bear that's facing right at him. "Fuck, I don't know what to do." Jin pulls out his phone and dials Jimin, setting it on speaker on the floor.

"Hyung," Jimin answers immediately.

"Give the phone to Nanami," Jin says frantically, holding your shoulders as your lungs continue to fail you. "[Y/N]'s hyperventilating. I-I think it's a panic attack. I don't know what to do."

"Jin," Nanami answers in a panic. "You have to talk to her. Hold her face and get her to look at you. She can't see you."

"[Y/N]," Jin pleads, gripping the sides of your face. "It's okay, I'm here. You're okay."

You drop Mr. Bubbles to clutch at your chest, gasping for air as Hae-Ran's shrilling laugh pierces through your ears.

"Seokjin you have to get her to breathe or she's going to pass out," Nanami says, the fear and anxiety clear in her voice. They're all definitely watching this from the screens.

"I-I don't know how," Jin says, tears streaming down his face. "She suddenly ran to the bathroom and my mother followed her in. I don't know what she said to her."

"Cover her mouth loosely," Yoongi says into the phone. "Cup your hand and make her breathe in her own air."

Jin sits down and cradles you in his arms, tilting your head back onto his left arm while his free hand cups over your mouth.

"That's right. Don't use too much pressure and cut off all the airflow."

The tears are now streaming down the sides of your face as Jin has you leaned back with your eyes to the ceiling. Nothing is getting through to you. All you feel is pain and fear as your limbs start going numb from the lack of oxygen. It's like you're in a freezing cold cellar with no way out.

"Baby."

A flash of light crosses your eyes as if someone just ripped the prison door open. You blink as you start to hear something other than that bone chilling laughter, wrenching you out of the abhorrent darkness.

"Baby," you hear again, that familiar voice echoing through your brain.

You feel your lungs catch the slightest break as you're able to make a small inhale.

"It's okay, baby. Breathe."

You feel a sharp pain in your chest as you begin to cough, but the air that enters your lungs allows a little bit of your vision to come back, and you can feel something holding you up behind your head.

"That's it," you hear. "That's my girl. You're doing great, baby."

You force your throat to open, your lungs burning all over again but your vision starts to return and your eyes find a figure clutching onto you. You see his chest slowly rising and falling, taking long deep breaths and you start to mimic him, finally beginning to feel your limbs again.

After a few minutes of forcing air into your lungs your vision slowly clears up and you see Seokjin's tear stained face looking down at you. "It's okay [Y/N]," you hear him say. "You're okay. No one's going to hurt you."

"Jin," you say shakily right before the sobs start to escape your chest. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cry into his chest.

"It's okay," he says softly, stroking your hair. "You're safe. You're protected."

You clutch onto his suit jacket so hard your knuckles are white. He sits with you on the bathroom floor for ten minutes as you sob, letting you know you're safe and that everything is okay over and over again until you finally calm down.

Jin gently pulls you back by your shoulders and you stare blankly down at his chest, trying to process what's happening.

"[Y/N]," he says softly, cupping your cheek. "Can you hear me?"

You keep your blank gaze at his chest but nod your head. Your eyes gradually travel over to Jin's phone resting on the ground, his screen lit up with Jimin's name.

You slowly reach over and end the call, making Jin give you a look of confusion.

"They could be listening to the call," you say quietly. "I'm okay now."

Jin stands up and grabs the teddy bear before slowly helping you off the floor. You press your palms against the countertop and stare at your reflection.

"Christ," you breathe out. "I look like shit."

"No you don't," Jin laughs, setting down the bear to grab your purse. "But you do have mascara everywhere, give me your face." You obediently turn towards Jin as he pulls out the makeup wipes to clean your cheeks off.

He finishes fixing your face and you turn back towards your reflection, looking into your own eyes. Your skin gets hot and adrenaline begins coursing through your veins.

"Jin," you say with a low growl, making him flinch.

"Y-yes?" he answers anxiously.

"I'm probably sucking your dick tonight."

"W-what?!" he exclaims, nervously glancing down at the bear. "Where did that come from?"

You feel the rage take over your body, replacing all the fear from earlier. You scowl into the mirror, gripping the marble countertop with a supernatural strength.

"I started my period," you say angrily.

"O-okay?" he says confused.

"And your mom threatened me, saying she'd create a repeat of that night I was taken if I don't please you sexually tonight."

You feel Jin's body stiffen next to you. "Are you serious?"

You make him jump when you angrily turn to face him. "We are not going to let her or Hae-Ran get away with this," you grit through your teeth and stab your pointer finger into his chest, making Jin shiver from the fire in your eyes. "We did not come this far to crack now. I am going to suck the life out of you tonight and then your mother is going to pay for this, do you understand me?"

Jin's jaw slacks and his face flushes beet red.

"Fuck Hae-Ran, fuck Scarface, and fuck your mom," you seethe, balling your hands into fists. You turn sharply and point to the camera behind the bear. "Did you fucking hear that, Kim Namjoon? We are getting our happy fucking ending no matter what."

"W-wait, [Y/N]," Jin panics. "We can fake it. We don't have to do it for real."

"Jin we're staying in a hotel that your family has easy access to. You're timeshare owners. You know damn well there's going to be cameras in there."

You can see the nervousness and fear behind Jin's eyes. He's worried about Namjoon.

"Jimin," you say with a clenched jaw, crossing your arms as you hold Jin's gaze. "Give Namjoon your phone. Have him send a simple yes or no text if he's okay with this."

Jin's phone dings not even three seconds later, and again right after that. You hold up his cellphone and he reads the text with tears in his eyes.

Jimin:

Yes

Jimin:

It's okay, hyung

Jimin:

I will love you both no

matter what

Jin stares at the screen for a few seconds before taking a long, deep breath. A smirk glides across your face as you see the fire light in Jin's eyes.

"Okay," he nods confidently, grabbing your hand to lead you out of the bathroom. "Let's take all these motherfuckers down." Jin takes the Do Not Enter sign off the door as he walks past, probably having asked Iseul not to let anyone in.

It's pretty obvious you've been crying because your eyes are puffy and your makeup is almost all gone, but Mrs. Kim smiles at you like nothing is wrong as you take your seat.

"Are you okay honey?" she asks softly.

"Yes, I'm okay," you smile tightly.

"PMS is just so awful, isn't it?" she frowns. You look into her eyes and can't see any sort of teasing or joking. She genuinely believes you broke down in the bathroom due to hormones.

Fucking nut job.

"Mother," Jin growls, squeezing your hand in his. "Don't. Let's just finish this dinner."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles. "I'm sure [Y/N] needs rest. We'll skip dessert for tonight."

Your shoulders relax knowing you're almost free of her for the day. Mrs. Kim pays the bill and Iseul escorts you all to the elevators.

"I apologize for the inconvenience Mrs. Kim, but I was not able to reserve the penthouse suite for your son as requested," Iseul says with a frown.

"What?" she scoffs. "Why not? There's not many people who have leverage over me here."

"One of our shareholders requested it at the last minute and due to our contract with them we cannot refuse."

You bite into your lip to fight back tears when you see Iseul give you a quick wink as Mrs. Kim looks away. Namjoon must've booked it so you didn't have to stay in that room without him.

"Fine," she grunts. "Then give them an executive suite."

"Already done, ma'am," Iseul smiles as she hands over the key cards. "The luggage has already been placed in your respective rooms. Again I apologize for the inconvenience, and as usual, please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything at all."

"Thank you, Iseul," Jin smiles as his mother rolls her eyes. "Come on Mother, let's go rest up."

Jin holds your hand and you rest your head on his shoulder as you all make it up to the 21st floor.

"You two kids have a good night," Mrs. Kim smiles, heading down the other hallway. "I'm right down the hall if you guys need anything."

"Thanks Mom," you smile and wave as Jin opens up the door behind you.

"Jesus," you breathe out, squeezing Mr. Bubbles to your chest. "This one's insane too."

"Have you been to this hotel before?" Jin asks.

"Ah," you clear your throat, unsure of where the cameras are. "No, I didn't mean to say 'too.' I just mean this place is stupid nice."

"It is," Jin chuckles.

Entering the door there's a small hallway with the bathroom to the right. Immediately after the entrance you're met with a small table for dining a few feet in front of a kitchenette. To the right of that is a luxury reclining couch with a flat screen tv in front of the windows that stretch all the way to the ceiling. Past that is the king mattress up two steps with a desk and two side tables.

You stay clutching the teddy bear as you walk to the windows and take in the view. It's just as beautiful from the 21st floor as it is from the 25th floor. Jin removes his jacket and you feel him wrap his arms around your shoulders from behind.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," you nod. "I'm better now."

"Good," he smiles, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. "Do you want to shower with me?"

"No," you shake your head. "I started my period. I'll shower after you."

"I don't mind," he says, continuing to suckle your neck. "It's natural."

"I mind," you frown. "I'll eventually get comfortable enough to not care but I'm still embarrassed about it right now."

"Okay babe," he chuckles, removing his arms. "I'll be quick then you can shower."

You nod as you watch him walk away and close the bathroom door behind him. Walking towards the bed you set Mr. Bubbles down on the side table and open up your suitcase, pulling out your pajamas and shower supplies. Jin's taking his sweet time so you lie back on the mattress and grab the teddy bear, holding it above you with outstretched arms.

You stare into the teddy bear, wondering what's going through Namjoon's head.

"I don't know which way to face you tonight," you mumble. Your eyes search into the murky green marble eyes of the tan teddy bear, wishing you could see the ones on the other end of the camera feed.

Letting out a long sigh you sit up and place the bear back on the nightstand next to you. "Just shut your eyes when you need to Mr. Bubbles," you say softly, patting his head. "I love you."

Jin comes out of the bathroom in just his boxers, drying the back of his head with his towel. "All yours babe," he grins.

You grab your stuff off the bed and shuffle to the shower, quickly scrubbing everywhere except your head. You keep your hair up in a ponytail since you just washed it this morning. After stepping out and drying off, you change out your feminine products and slip on some regular underwear and some black spandex shorts. You hook your strapless bra back on and shimmy into one of Jin's RJ shirts.

Turning to yourself in the mirror you glare back into your eyes, igniting the fire inside of you again. Somehow, against all the odds, you and Jin really are going to pull this operation off without having sex. You're okay with sucking Jin off, you trust him and he trusts you. The battle is going to be getting Seokjin in the mood knowing Namjoon could be watching.

Jin is obviously attracted to you on a physical level but his love for Namjoon way outshines his attraction to you. You're going to have to lay the moves on him to take his full attention away from Mr. Bubbles.

You take in a deep breath before letting your hair back down and stepping out into the room. Jin's propped up against the headboard, scrolling through something on his phone with a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He looks fucking incredible in just his boxers, one hand holding his phone in his lap while the other grips the top of the headboard behind him.

He glances up and his cheeks flush a slight pink before he smiles softly at you. He sets his phone down and extends his arms out towards you for you to crawl next to him in bed.

"We don't have to do anything tonight," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you cuddle up next to him. "I know you're cramping a little."

"I want to," you smile, looking into his eyes. You can tell they're still really nervous, so you cup his cheek to pull him in for a kiss. You feel him hesitating but he eventually grips your hip to pull you in closer, easing his tongue between your lips.

You kiss him deeply for a few minutes, waiting for him to relax before lifting your leg and he pulls your knee over him to straddle him. He's still propped up against the headboard with a few pillows behind him and your lips crash against his again, his tongue greedily tasting you as the kisses get more intense.

After removing his glasses you scoot up on his lap to grind yourself into his length before slowly lifting your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side.

"Fuck," he pants, cradling your neck to pull you back against him, sinking his tongue between your lips again. You continue making out, grinding on his lap and feeling him hardening beneath you. You can tell he's into it but he's not there yet so you decide to take it a step further.

You slip your arms behind your back, unsnapping your bra hook to let the fabric fall between you two.

"[Y/N]," he says with hooded eyes and swollen lips, "you don't-"

He's cut off by your lips crashing back against his, grabbing his wrist to guide his hand to your chest. He groans as you suckle his bottom lip between your teeth, his hand beginning to palm your left breast.

You shudder as his lips begin to trail down your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses until he takes a bite into your shoulder

"Fuck," you grit, feeling the teeth marks against your skin before his tongue trails down to the valley between your breasts. You grip the back of his hair as his mouth slowly moves back up and over your chest, up your neck and back over your mouth.

He's definitely hard but not where you both need him to be.

"Kim Seokjin," you growl, pulling back to look in his eyes. "Is your mind somewhere else? Am I not getting your full attention?"

"N-no," he pants, "you have my attention."

"You're lying to me," you say angrily, scooting back on his thighs and grabbing his clothed length in your hand. His breath hitches and his eyes pinch closed as you begin to stroke him over his boxers.

"I-it's Mr. Bubbles," he says shakily as you continue your hand movement. "I can't focus. It feels like he's watching."

"Mr. Bubbles is fine," you glare.

"You don't know that," he says quietly.

Jin's hand reaches for the teddy bear and you grip his wrist to stop him. His eyes meet yours and his face drops. Tears are brimming in your eyes as you look at him.

"Jin, I know you're nervous," you say softly. "I know you feel bad, like you're forcing me to do this while I'm not feeling well. That's just the kind of guy you are."

The tears begin to swell in his eyes as they search yours.

"But I want to do this for you," you smile. "I need to do this for you. If you can't do it for yourself then do it for me."

He continues to hold your gaze and your shoulders relax slightly as you see the lust he's been holding back flash across his eyes. He grabs your waist and yanks you back to him, crashing his lips against yours with a desire so strong it catches you off guard. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he grinds into you from the bottom, making you whimper into his mouth.

He fists your hair in his hand and yanks your head back, earning a loud moan from your lips as his hot mouth swallows your left nipple while his free hand kneads your other breast. He leaves multiple hickeys and bite marks across your chest before making his way back up to your lips. You can fully feel him now against your heat.