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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Namjoon seethes, startling everyone as he suddenly stands up from his seat when you pull up to the steakhouse. "I'm going to kill this fucking bitch."

"What happened?" Jungkook asks.

"This is the place-"

"Kim Seokjin! Is this [Y/N]? The woman you're rumored to be dating?"

Namjoon's knees almost buckle as they watch hundreds of reporters swarm around you and Jin, lights flashing so bright the camera can hardly see anything.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook groans. "That's bad."

"And that's my cue to head back to the company," Mr. Song says angrily. "Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and Nanami stay here and watch [Y/N]. Everyone else is with me. You too Jeffrey, you're on the clock starting now."

They all nod and shuffle out the door while Namjoon whips out his phone and dials a number, pressing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Iseul," Namjoon says frantically. "I don't have time to explain but [Y/N] is there against her will. Please make sure she's safe. Jin's mother is a fucking lunatic."

"Mrs. Kim? Oh I fucking know," she laughs. "This makes a lot more sense. [Y/N] was looking at me like she was terrified."

"I promise I'll explain everything later, I had no idea they'd be there tonight," Namjoon says, frustratedly running his hand through his hair. "Just please look out for her. And don't you fucking dare let them into the penthouse. I'll pay you four times whatever that bitch was going to pay."

"Just pay me the regular rate, child," she chuckles. "And don't worry. I can't fucking stand this woman so I'm happy to help."

"Thanks Iseul," he sighs. "I owe you another one."

"What was that?" Yoongi asks.

"I know the owner," he says angrily, slamming his phone on his coffee table. "I've taken [Y/N] to this steakhouse. This is where we basically got back together and this disgusting woman actually brought her here."

"Jesus," Jimin groans. "[Y/N] can't catch a break."

Namjoon plops himself back down on the couch, sitting between Jimin and Nanami since they're still fighting. Yoongi comes from around the couch to sit on the arm rest next to Jimin.

"Do you not understand how dangerous this is for [Y/N]?" Jin seethes. "If anything happens to her I swear to god-"

"Babe," you say, "It's not Mom's fault, it's okay."

"Like hell it's not her fault," Nanami grits.

"[Y/N]'s making the right move though," Yoongi sighs. "They just need to make it through tonight. It's not worth causing a scene here."

They watch as the three of you eat your dinner, all of their bodies boiling with rage at Jin's mom even mentioning Namjoon's name as a shareholder.

"Please excuse me," you say, frantically running to the bathroom.

"Oh no," Nanami says, watching the camera spin around as you toss then bear onto the sink. "What's wrong? Is she going to throw up?"

"What's wrong honey?" Mrs. Kim asks.

"I just started my period."

All three of them except Namjoon stand on their feet.

"Oh my god!" Nanami yells. "You're fucking kidding! She has an out!"

Namjoon's body is frozen, overstimulated from everything that's just happened. He's so relieved. You and Jin are actually going to make it out of this. He had been bracing himself for the two of you needing to have sex tonight. Tears well in his eyes as he processes this new information.

Their relief doesn't last long when the sideways camera shows Mrs. Kim gripping your hands in hers.

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

The room gets still as they watch you tremble. The hair's on the back of Namjoon's neck are standing up as his rage consumes him.

"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?"

All of their jaws hang open as they watch Jin's mom casually strut away, leaving you trembling in the bathroom. Namjoon's about to crawl out of his skin, his stomach barely holding his food down.

"Oh no," Nanami whispers, her hands covering her mouth. "She's not okay."

Namjoon stands to his feet, trembling as he helplessly watches you grab the teddy bear and collapse to the floor. You have the camera facing down to the tile, all they can hear is your gasps, the sound of your burning lungs making the whole room nauseous.

"[Y/N]!" they hear Seokjin yell, seeing his knees collapse into the camera view. He lifts you up and the camera faces directly at him, panicking as tears fall down his face. "Fuck, I don't know what to do."

Jimin pulls his phone from his pocket as it rings. "We have to pretend like we don't know what's going on," Yoongi reminds them.

"Hyung," he answers, putting it on speaker.

"Give the phone to Nanami," Jin panics. "[Y/N]'s having a panic attack."

"Jin, you have to talk to her," Nanami says with tears streaming down her face. "Hold her face. She can't see you."

They all watch as Jin tries to bring you back before you drop the bear and it rolls to the side, giving them a nauseating view of your body desperately heaving for air.

"Fuck, she needs oxygen, but her lungs can't take it," Yoongi growls before stepping to the phone to speak. "Cover her mouth loosely. Make her breathe her own air."

Jin sits down to flip you over and cradles you in his arms, sobs escaping his chest as he tries to get you to breathe.

"She's going to pass out at this rate," Nanami says shakily. "It's going to infuriate his mom if she has to be carried out in an ambulance."

"I need to talk to her," Namjoon finally says.

"Hyung, you can't," Jimin says nervously. "They might be tracking our calls."

"Look at her," Namjoon says calmly, but tears are pouring down his cheeks. "She's not going to make it through the night if we can't calm her down."

They all look at him nervously.

"If Jin's mom gets wind I was talking to her, I'll say it's because I happened to be next to Jimin when Jin called and tried to help. I'll get her to calm down and won't say anything else."

"[Y/N]," Jin sobs. "Breathe, please."

"Just give it to him," Nanami growls, taking the phone from Jimin to hand it to Namjoon.

Namjoon takes a deep breath to calm his voice.

"Baby," he says smoothly.

"Oh my god," Nanami whispers, watching your eyes try to focus.

"Baby," he says again a little more sternly, the whole room gasping as you're somehow able to inhale once.

Tears continue to roll down Namjoon's face but he keeps his voice smooth and even. "It's okay, baby. Breathe."

Jimin and Nanami are both crying tears of relief as they hear you cough, knowing it probably hurts but the life is starting to return to your eyes.

"That's it," Namjoon continues. "That's my girl. You're doing great, baby."

Namjoon hands the phone back to Jimin when he sees you starting to mimic Jin's breathing. "Take it," he says shakily. "I'm going to crack if I speak any more."

"Jin," they finally hear you croak out before bursting into tears.

Everyone in the room is crying, even Yoongi, although it's just a few tears. Namjoon sits down and buries his face in his hands, beginning to sob at how miserable he feels. The guilt is creeping back inside of him for putting you in this situation in the first place.

Yoongi moves to rub Namjoon's back as they all cry with you, bawling from both relief and heartbreak.

"Ah, she hung up on me," Jimin says through his tears.

"Christ," they hear you say. "I look like shit."

Nanami and Jimin snort before glaring at each other.

They all watch as Jin wipes your face clean, trying to figure out what's going through your head.

"Jin, I'm probably sucking your dick tonight."

All of their jaws slack except Namjoon's. He just watches in awe as your body and mind shift from scared to pissed.

"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?"

"Jesus Christ," Nanami says into her hands, still sobbing. "I fucking love that bitch."

Namjoon has Nanami beat by a mile. He's so in love with you he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Fuck Hae-Ran, fuck Scarface, and fuck your mom."

"Hell yeah," Jimin smirks, wiping his tears. "There's our feisty [Y/N]."

"Did you fucking hear that, Kim Namjoon?" you ask, pointing to the camera.

Oh he did. His name rolling off your tongue puts him on cloud nine.

"We are getting our happy fucking ending no matter what."

"You're fucking right we are," he smirks, wiping his face off.

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

"Jimin, give Namjoon your phone. Have him send a simple yes or no text if he's okay with this."

But Namjoon was already ahead of you, trying to text him anyway. He trusts the both of you with his life, even if Jin might be developing some small feelings for you.

He watches as Jin reads his texts, the fire igniting in his eyes as well.

"Oh boy," Nanami groans, watching you get into the elevator. "Jin's little crush on [Y/N] is about to get way worse."

"You could tell?" Namjoon asks, thinking he was the only one who noticed Jin's twinkling eyes.

"Yeah," she sighs, running her hand through her hair. "It's subtle but he's blushing too much. At first I thought it was great acting but I see the look in his eyes. It's nothing major though, it's almost more like a fascination rather than genuine feelings."

"Why do you say it's about to get worse?" Yoongi asks.

"[Y/N]'s head game is probably the best there is."

"Wait seriously?" Yoongi snorts.

"Yeah," Namjoon nods. "It's unreal."

"There hasn't been a single guy she's blown that didn't end up obsessed with her," Nanami smirks. "She eventually had to stop blowing dudes she wasn't dating seriously because they wouldn't leave her alone."

"Wow," Yoongi chuckles.

"She doesn't have a gag reflex," Namjoon sighs. "She's going to swallow Jin's horse cock whole."

All three of them erupt in laughter while Namjoon just crosses his arms.

"Are you really okay with it?" Jimin asks, clutching his side.

"An hour ago I was preparing myself for Jin to fuck the daylights out of [Y/N]," Namjoon scoffs. "I'm fucking stoked she's about to blow him. And he'd better enjoy it. This is the last time she's blowing someone that's not me."

"Jin may have a crush on [Y/N] but I don't know how he's going to go through with this," Yoongi frowns. "He feels guiltier than she does."

"[Y/N] will make it happen," Nanami snickers.

"I don't know which way to face you tonight," you sigh, looking up into the camera.

"She'd better fucking face it at them," Nanami glares. "I've never gotten to see [Y/N]'s sloppy toppy in action and I finally have consent."

"Namjoon, are we allowed to watch this?" Jimin asks. "We can leave if you want us to. We've been right next to Jin when he's been sucked off but obviously not [Y/N]."

Namjoon bites his cheek, trying to think of the right answer. "I think it's okay," he finally shrugs. "Honestly it helps me when you guys are here. It doesn't feel so personal. And both Jin and [Y/N] said it's okay."

"Just shut your eyes when you need to, Mr. Bubbles. I love you," you say to the teddy bear.

"Fuck," Namjoon pinches between his eyes. "She's so cute."

They watch as you head to go shower and Jin lays back on the bed, turning to look at Mr. Bubbles. He doesn't say anything, he just looks wistfully into the camera before looking back down at his phone.

"[Y/N]'s got her work cut out for her," Yoongi sighs. "She hasn't even touched him yet and he looks like he wants to die from guilt."

"Once [Y/N] goes down on him he'll forget I exist," Namjoon snorts.

"Oh fuck yeah, she's back," Nanami grins, literally grabbing a bucket of popcorn. "It's sloppy toppy time."

They watch as Jin clearly holds himself back. Jin's usually the aggressive one in bed but you're having to push him. Jimin has his hands covering his face but he's peeking through his fingers as your bra falls off, making Jin touch you more.

"He's being such a little pussy," Nanami glares. "He has no idea the opportunity he has right now. People would pay good money for that mouth."

Namjoon's glad Nanami is here. Her dumbass commentary is making this much easier for him.

"Kim Seokjin," your voice growls through the speakers. "Is your mind somewhere else? Am I not getting your full attention?"

"Yes queen!" Nanami yells, making everyone snort. "Beat his ass!"

"I-it's Mr. Bubbles," he says shakily. "I can't focus. It feels like he's watching."

"Mr. Bubbles is fine."

"You don't know that."

"Jin, I know you're nervous," you say softly with watery eyes.

"Hell yeah!" Nanami jumps up onto the couch. "Bring out the tears, bitch!"

"If you can't do it for yourself then do it for me."

They all watch the shift in Jin's eyes as he hungrily finds your mouth again, pulling him to you.

"Atta girl," Namjoon smirks.

"This feels like the old days when we'd watch porn together," Jimin laughs.

"Yeah who would've thought we'd be watching a Jin-hyung home video with Namjoon's girlfriend," Yoongi laughs.

Nanami's jaw drops as Jin's dick slaps against his stomach. "Jesus Christ, even [Y/N] might have trouble with that."

"[Y/N]," Jin says breathlessly. "I'm not usually that into blowjobs so I don't know how long this will take."

"That's what they all say before I'm done with them," you smirk.

"Fuck me oh my god she's so sexy," Nanami whines. "Jin is so fucking lucky."

They all laugh before you start to work your magic on Jin. Namjoon's pleasantly surprised at how unbothered he is by this. Maybe it's because he has the other three with him. Or maybe it's because it's you and Jin. Or maybe it's because this act is what's going to keep you safe. But regardless, he's starting to feel a sense of peace.

"Oh my god," Jin moans. "[Y/N] what the fuck? You're fucking perfect. Fuck."

"Oh yeah he's done for," Jimin chuckles.

Namjoon laughs as he looks over to find Nanami with her jaw hanging down.

"I need to take fucking notes," she exhales.

"Fucking hell," Jin says shakily. "[Y/N] I'm close, pull back."

"She's not going to," Namjoon snorts.

"She's this good at head and she swallows?" Yoongi asks with his mouth hanging open. "Namjoon don't you dare ever fuck this up."

"Oh trust me," he smirks, watching his best friend cum into your mouth. "I won't. I hope Jin enjoyed that because that's for me only from now on."

"Oh he fucking enjoyed that, look at his eyes," Nanami laughs. "She just sucked his soul out of him."

"Are you still not that into blowjobs?" you ask arrogantly after licking the rest of Jin's cum off your mouth.

"Fuck," Nanami grits. "I'm in love with her. I can't deny my feelings anymore. I would kill to have a dick right now."

"You can't have her whether you have a dick or not," Namjoon says through a clenched jaw. "She's mine."

"I could fuck her better than you," Nanami glares.

"Stop being delusional," Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Now get out of my apartment."

Nanami flips him off but gathers her things along with Yoongi and Jimin. After ushering them out, Namjoon grabs a pillow and a blanket and plops onto the couch. This is where he's been sleeping the last few nights, unable to leave your side.

He's almost asleep when he sees his phone light up with a text from an unknown number. He reaches over to grab it and slides the bar across the screen. He jumps up from the couch, dialing a number and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Mr. Song," he says excitedly. "They're in Traverse City, Michigan. Send our men up north."

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