"Yeah so I don't know what I'm going to do about my living situation," you grumble, taking a bite of your black bean noodles. It's the night before you're meant to be discharged and your friends have stayed to hangout and chat for the rest of the evening.

"I think you should just move in with him," Boram shrugs. "You're going to be over there all the time anyway."

"But what if they fight?" Jeffrey chimes in, one noodle hanging from his mouth. "What if she needs space?"

"His place is fucking huge," Nanami snickers, mixing her bowl. "If she walks to the other side of the apartment it's pretty much a different place."

"Yeah but still," you pout. "It's just about having that space to retreat to. A place of my own."

"You can always come to mine or Nanami's place," Boram giggles.

"I think you're pushing your past onto Namjoon," Nanami says bluntly, chopsticks in her mouth. "The two of you just professed your love to each other and all you're thinking about is how you can run away from problems that don't even exist yet."

You blink at her, irritated but also in awe of how she can read you like a book.

"Namjoon is not your ex," she continues. "I'm not going to sit here and tell you it'll be smooth sailing. He's an idol. He travels all the time. Trust me, I'm having the exact same worries. You two will argue. But I think 'needing your space in case you fight' is a poor excuse."

Your jaw slacks at her straightforwardness. You wish you could retort but she's right.

"I agree, but not as aggressively," Boram chuckles. "But if you're just not ready to commit to that level, I can understand that."

"They have a point," Jeffrey says softly. "I know we're taught to always follow our gut, but sometimes our gut is damaged. Sometimes it tells you to run when you shouldn't."

"Damn," Nanami whistles. "Okay Shakespeare."

Jeffrey shrugs, digging into his noodles. "I literally have no flaws. Get used to it."

The four of you laugh, your ribs finally not causing you to wince every time you breathe deeply. "I think I'll try it," you mumble in response. "But only if you guys promise I can come over if I need a breather."

"Deal," they both grin, their faces stuffed with noodles.

"And you all just willingly agreed to quit and work for HYBE?" you question them, baffled at how they made a decision so quickly.

"I mean yeah," Jeffrey shrugs, leaning back in his seat to pat his full belly. "It's not personal towards Mr. Min or the company. But if you get an opportunity to work for a major corporation like that, it would be stupid to turn it down."

"I agree," Boram nods. "And I made sure that they actually needed translators for the languages we speak, that they're not just trying to shut us up. I needed to know I would actually be working."

"The list of projects they need translators for is long," Nanami groans, rubbing her neck. "I'm stressed out just thinking about it. They're adding so many new groups, trying to push them internationally."

"When will you all start?" you ask, pursing your lips.

"In two weeks I think. Mr. Song said he'd take care of our resignation," Jeffrey answers. "Apparently he knows someone within the company."

"Well yeah," you laugh, trying to lightly scratch the bandages on your wrists. The wounds are healing, making you itchy. "Mr. Min is cousins with Yoongi."

"What?!" Boram and Jeffrey exclaim.

"You two are slow," Nanami snorts. "[Y/N], you're going to take it, right?"

"I have to now," you roll your eyes. "The only reason I was considering staying was because of you guys."

"That's my bitch," Nanami smirks.

• • • • • • • •

"How's [Y/N]?" Jungkook asks, stretching out his hamstring.

"She's doing a lot better, she's getting discharged today," Namjoon's smiles weakly.

Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon are working out in the company gym. They're all in those iconic black HYBE shirts with white shorts, making them look huge. You'd probably pass out if you were here.

"Is she going home?" JK asks. "It's not safe there right?"

"She's not going back to her apartment for a while," Namjoon shakes his head, picking up his dumbbells. "She's moving into our building until we catch Hae-Ran."

"Are you guys moving in together?" Jimin wiggles his brows.

"I don't know," Namjoon huffs, finishing his first set of curls. "Mr. Song is taking care of things. I'd really like to move in together. I'm anxious every time she's not around. But I don't want to push her into anything she's not ready for."

"That makes sense," Jungkook says, finishing up his stretches. "Maybe I'll finally get to meet her if she'll be around the apartment a lot."

"Oh yeah," Namjoon chuckles. "I forgot you haven't met her. I'll set something up."

"I think you'll like her," Jimin smiles at Jungkook. "You have to meet Nanami too."

"Why do I have to be so damn busy?" Jungkook huffs, leaning his head back. "I want to have fun with everyone too."

Jungkook's schedule has been slammed due to various collaborations and advertisements, even the members hardly see him lately.

"We'll plan something out," Namjoon smiles. "Let me just give her some time to heal and we can all get together."

"Deal," he grins, flashing his bunny smile.

"I don't know if you should watch it, Namjoon," Jin frowns, blocking the entryway. "I saw it. It's not pretty."

"I already know the details," Namjoon says softly. "I also got [Y/N]'s permission. The only thing she asked of me was to have someone bigger than myself present to prevent me from going on a 'murder spree'," his hands make quotation mark gestures. "Hence why I have two of my largest bodyguards behind me." He gestures towards two men whose shoulders are almost twice as broad as Jin's.

Seokjin snickers before scratching the back of his head nervously. "If you're sure, I'm not going to stop you," he sighs. "But let me be there too."

"That's fine," Namjoon nods, moving past Jin as he steps out of the way.

They're currently in one of the company's control rooms, monitors on every side of them. Most of their crucial data is stored in this part of the building, as it's protected with multiple firewalls and encryption codes. Not even the government could hack into this place.

Namjoon sits in one of the swivel chairs as Jin puts the USB into the hard drive, causing multiple folders to pop up on the screens.

"Why are there multiple files?" Namjoon asks, moving closer to see.

Jin purses his lips before speaking. "They've been stalking [Y/N] for a while now."

Namjoon's eyes widen as Jin selects the first video file. It's a recording of you and Nanami holding hands, skipping down the sidewalk. Namjoon immediately knows when this was taken. You're in that stunning black dress you wore the first night you two had sex.

"She's been in danger this whole time," Namjoon breathes out, his hand now covering his mouth.

"Yeah," Jin frowns, selecting the next video. "Almost all of them are like this. Recordings of [Y/N] in various places, sometimes alone, sometimes with others. But they never approach her."

Namjoon watches in silence as Jin selects through the videos, slowly getting more nauseous with each one.

"The next one is a photo," Jin grimaces. "It's a list that details what they were going to do to her. You might not want to see that one."

"Let me see it," he says coldly. His tone isn't meant towards Jin, it's just his anger boiling over.

"Alright," he sighs, opening up the photo.

Tears of pure hatred brim in Namjoon's eyes as he reads the grotesque and vile things Hae-Ran had planned for you. Namjoon almost had to take a break to throw up once he got towards the bottom.

"Breathe," Jin exhales soothingly, patting Namjoon's back. "None of it happened to her. We made it in time."

Namjoon takes a big shaky breath before nodding for him to continue.

"The last one is the parking garage video," Seokjin states calmly. "I know you already know the details, but it's different when you see it. Actually, hearing it is more of the problem."

Namjoon closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, slowly easing his nerves. "Okay, I'm ready."

Jin selects the video and the first thing that pops up is Hae-Ran with a disgusting smirk across her face. After she's done adjusting the camera she moves out of the way to show your passed out body slouched over in the chair, blood dripping from your head and into your lap.

Namjoon swallows the lump in his throat as he watches you slowly wake up from the freezing water. He winces as he sees Hae-Ran grab your throat, then slice the knife across your thigh. Jin was right. It's the screams that are the worst part.

Warm tears flow down Namjoon's face as you shriek from the stab wound, huffing over in pain. He has to pause the video when she yanks the knife from your flesh, blood splattering all around. Namjoon hangs his head, breathing deeply for a few moments before pressing play.

The part of your phone call with him begins and the look on your face makes Namjoon grasp at his chest, trying to somehow relieve the aching. He sees Hae-Ran brush over your open wound, which is what caused you to gasp on the phone.

"I'm going to skip forward about an hour and ten minutes," Jin says to him. "Hae-Ran gets a call from her father. Turns out he's actually the one that saved [Y/N] since it stalled her for so long."

Namjoon nods silently, tears of rage still flowing down his cheeks.

He bites into his lip as he sees one of them punching your ribs, yanking you back by your hair. Hae-Ran slowly cuts through the fabric of your dress, it's vile enough that even the bodyguards behind Namjoon look away.

"I bet Namjoon won't want to be with you anymore once he finds out you fucked one of my men."

He's frozen solid as he watches the rest of your dress get torn off, your blood curdling screams booming from the speakers. But what breaks him the most is seeing your eyes close and your body go limp, giving up the fight.

Jin pauses it once the police start swarming.

"Are you okay?" he asks him, patting his back again.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds shakily into the palms of his hands. "I'm going to kill them."

"No you're not," Jin chuckles, standing from his chair. "But you are going to catch them and destroy them. And I'll be right behind you."

Namjoon looks up at his fearless hyung with tears streaming down from his face into his lap. "Thanks for being here with me, it really helped."

"Of course," he grins. "Now let's get you back. Don't make [Y/N] spend her first night out of the hospital alone."

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Chappy 36 ~

2 chaps in a day, speak well of me ;)