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Jeffrey happily hums along to the radio — which ironically has Dynamite playing out of the speakers — lightly tapping his hands on the steering wheel as Namjoon awkwardly sits in the passenger seat of his Mercedes Benz. Jeffrey threatened to cause a scene earlier if Namjoon didn't leave you alone, risking the neighbors coming out to see him.

Namjoon's stomach was already in knots, but his heart has been in his throat ever since he saw Jeffrey leaving your apartment, calling you pet names and saying he'd be back again tonight. Jeffrey has hardly said a word, making Namjoon suffer in silence.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Namjoon finally finds the courage to croak out, keeping his eyes on his hands that tightly grip his sweatpants. He's not sure if he actually wants to know the answer or not.

Jeffrey glances over at him before sighing, leaning his head back against the leather behind him. "Yes I am."

Yeah he definitely did not want to hear the answer.

Every muscle in Namjoon's body tenses in anger and hurt, the food Jin forced him to eat this morning threatening to come back up.

"I mean technically, I am sleeping with her," he says, noticing Namjoon's reaction. "But if you're asking if I'm fucking her, then no I'm not."

Namjoon bites into his lip to fight back the tears from his throat tightening, trying to force his body to relax. He's relieved you're not having sex with Jeffrey but he's still sick that another man sleeps next to you at night.

He's surprised he even made it through the day yesterday. He was a total wreck after Jimin had told him Jeffrey was in your bed. That was his place and he'd gone and fucked it up. Of course he's still hurting from the Jungkook situation but he's realized he was in the wrong for ever thinking you would purposely hurt him like that. You've given him every reason to trust you and he didn't.

"We're here," Jeffrey smiles, pulling into the parking garage. "Let's get some coffee."

He locks the car as the two of them head to the company cafe, Jeffrey ordering an iced mocha while Namjoon settles for water, knowing he won't be able to keep anything else down. Jeffrey makes his way to one of the secluded tables in the back as Namjoon follows behind, trying to control his breathing. Jeffrey plops himself down on the cobalt blue booth as Namjoon takes the metal chair across from him.

"Mmm, that's delicious," Jeffrey grins, taking another sip from his straw.

"What do you want to talk about?" Namjoon glares, getting more and more frustrated with the situation. Jeffrey's been purposely making him wait, antagonizing him with his laid back behavior.

"[Y/N] of course," he responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. "I have feelings for her."

Namjoon's eyes widen as he stares at the irritatingly beautiful man sitting across from him. He had a feeling Jeffrey felt more than friendship for you but he had no proof, and even if he did Namjoon wasn't seriously worried about him. Sure he got jealous sometimes but he never considered Jeffrey much of a threat. Not until now.

"Correction, I had feelings for her," he grins mischievously, taking another sip from his coffee. "I'd had a crush on [Y/N] for almost a year until you came along. I was finally able to let go once I saw the stars in her eyes as she talked about you."

The ache in Namjoon's chest creeps up into his neck and shoulders, making him feel like a weight is crushing down on him. The regret at how he handled the situation is almost eating him alive, and Jeffrey reminding him of your love for him only drives the knife deeper.

"But I've got to tell you," Jeffrey chuckles, leaning back in his chair and blowing a fallen bang from his face. "Coming home to her, kissing and hugging her body close to mine every night, it's starting to make me a little delusional. Like the feelings could come back at any second."

Jeffrey conveniently leaves out that the said kisses are not against your lips.

Namjoon looks down at the table as his hands tremble, unsure of what to do with all his rage. He hates Jeffrey with everything in his body. But he's also grateful for him. The selfless part of Namjoon is glad that you have someone there for you at all times to make sure you're okay. But it doesn't make his skin crawl any less when he thinks about it. This isn't even the first time he drove you into Jeffrey's arms, making him hate himself all over again.

"You really fucked this one up," Jeffrey scoffs, taking another sip from his drink.

"I know," Namjoon growls, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping his chair. "That's why I need to talk to her."

"Do you think you deserve to?"

Namjoon's eyes furiously dart up to Jeffrey's and he's met with equally furious eyes, not an ounce of playfulness left on his face.

"Answer me," Jeffrey grits through his teeth, slamming his cup against the table. "Do you fucking deserve to talk to her? I don't think you do."

"How is it any of your fucking business?" Namjoon seethes back. "This is between me an-"

"Because I'm the one holding her when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night."

Namjoon's breath hitches as Jeffrey's blue eyes peirce into his, nothing but rage burning behind them. Namjoon glares back but on the inside he's panicking, realizing things are even worse than he thought.

"I only saw her lying in the hospital bed." Jeffrey hisses, fury dripping from his voice. "But you? You witnessed her the night she was taken. And then you had the fucking balls to tell her she's no better than her abuser."

Namjoon's stomach feels as if it's been put into a blender. He can't even refute. Jeffrey is right and he knows it. He's so disgusted and angry with himself he can't see straight. It's taking everything Namjoon has not to throw up right now.

"I won't stop you from talking to her again," Jeffrey sighs, leaning back against his chair. "[Y/N] is an adult who can make her own decisions. I won't interfere."

Namjoon's shoulders relax just slightly before Jeffrey starts speaking again.

"Just know I'm going to be doing everything I can to turn her attention away from you."

A smug grin dances across Jeffrey's face as he stands up from the table. "See ya around, Joonie," he winks, giving him a two-finger salute.

Namjoon's frozen in place, staring at the arrogant bastard walking away from him.

Namjoon, you fucking idiot.

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"Oh my god," you groan, flopping yourself onto your comforter. You successfully made it through work without crying and without running into any of the members, but you're already dreading tomorrow. Namjoon's face is plastered all over the building. You aren't sure if you can keep working there; you can't live like this.

Your body is having a tough time keeping up with the lack of nutrients. You're not getting energy from food nor sleep. When you try to eat it just comes back up. When you try to sleep you're jolted awake by nightmares. This is just as bad as your first breakup, maybe even worse.

You curl into a ball as the pain begins to spread across your chest again. You're guilt ridden about how poorly you handled the Jungkook situation, but you also can't get yourself to reach out to Namjoon, still hurting from his spiteful reaction. You're stuck in this cycle of self deprecating depression and anxiety and you're convinced that Namjoon hates your guts and won't ever speak to you again.

That's why your heart almost comes out of your throat when you look at your phone screen with a text that crashes waves of both guilt and relief over you.

Mr. Kim:

I love you. I'm so sorry.

The flood gates immediately open up, your sobs forcing their way out of your chest as you stare at the blurry screen in disbelief. Nanami sprints into your room from the kitchen, panicking as she swallows you into a hug.

"What's wrong?" she asks frantically, pulling back to look at you. "What happened?"

You shakily point to your phone and Nanami grabs it, her jaw slacking when she reads the text. Jimin had told her about their conversation but neither of them were sure when or how Namjoon would reach out. They definitely didn't expect this — but she's actually relieved to see you cry this time.

You're crying into her lap, but she's watching your shoulders slowly relax and the color returning to your face just slightly. She knows these are tears of both relief and sorrow, patching up the hole inside of you just the tiniest bit.

She gently strokes your hair as she lets you bawl on her lap, whispering things like "it's gonna be okay," and "you're going to be alright," every once in a while.

Once you finally calm down you sit up as she hands you a water from the nightstand, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles as you rehydrate yourself. You sit up criss-cross applesauce and stare down at your phone in your lap, eyes burning from exhaustion.

The both of you sit there in silence for a few moments, Nanami patiently waiting for you to talk to her. "What do I say?" you finally mumble, your voice soft and trembling.

"I don't know," Nanami shrugs. "I love you? I hate you? Come over? Don't text me or I'll cut your dick off?"

You turn to stare blankly at her, not having the energy to react.

"I don't know, [Y/N]," she sighs, running her hand through her hair. "I don't even know where your head is at. I know you hurt him and he hurt you. And now you have Jeffrey in your bed every night. Even I don't know what you want."

You blink at her, trying to process her words.

"Jeffrey and I aren't like that," you say to her, your eyes returning to your lap. "He kisses my forehead and cheeks sometimes but that's about it. I think it's a British thing."

"Oh thank god," Nanami exhales, slapping her hand over her chest. "I was over here worried about you getting pregnant."

"You thought I was fucking Jeffrey just a few days after Namjoon dumped me?" you ask, baffled she could even think that.

"Why not?" she laughs. "Jeffrey is hot as fuck and I bet you his dick is amazing. You don't owe anything to Namjoon. He's the one who walked out on you."

You stare at your hoe of a best friend in bewilderment.

"I can't tell if you're on Namjoon's side or Jeffrey's side right now," you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'm going to be honest with you," Nanami says seriously, making you gulp. "I am not on Namjoon's side right now. I haven't been this angry at someone since Chul."

Your shoulders tense and you look back down at your lap. After the sight she walked in on the other day, it makes sense that she's furious with Namjoon.

"I messed up first though," you say softly.

"You should have handled the Jungkook situation better," Nanami nods, crossing her arms. "The second you felt like his friend was being inappropriate with you, you should've told him."

You bite into your lip, knowing she's right. Looking back on it you knew Jungkook was into you. You just didn't want to have to deal with it.

"But even if you and Jungkook had kissed or whatever, his comment about Hag-Ran was uncalled for."

Your throat tightens again, both sadness and gratefulness flooding your chest. You're so lucky to have someone like Nanami by your side — you know not everyone has a support system like this.

"I'm scared," you murmur, biting into your lip. You aren't even sure if it's even possible for any more tears to come out of your body. "I'll never forgive myself for coming between Namjoon and Jungkook."

"Those idiots have already made up."

You gape at her, remembering Namjoon screaming in JK's face just a few days ago.

"They've known each other for ten years. They've fought before and they'll fight again," Nanami says, leaning back with her arms propping her up behind her. "Also, I told Jimin I'm in love with him."

Your jaw falls below sea level as you turn to look at her. "You what?! When?"

"The day before everything went down with Namjoon," she says casually, avoiding your eyes.

"And how did he respond?" you ask, eyes full of admiration and curiosity.

"The fucker laughed and said 'I already knew that'."

You purse your lips together, not quite sure if you should laugh or get angry. "Are all the members of Bangtan fucking morons?"

"I think so," Nanami chuckles. "But then he kissed me and told me he feels the same, and then proceeded to make sweet, sweet love to m-"

"That's enough," you sigh, putting your hand up in her face. "I think I get it."

She snorts and swats your hand from her face.

You bite the inside of your cheek and stare down at your phone, tapping the screen to make it light up again.

Mr. Kim:

I love you. I'm so sorry.

"I'm so glad he and Jungkook are okay," you whisper.

"I'm home bitches!" Jeffrey shouts from the front door. "And I've brought fried chicken!"

Nanami sprints into the kitchen, acting like a feral dog who's been starved for three days. "Thank fucking god."

You slowly trudge out from your room.

"Hey Princess," Jeffrey smiles. Nanami's mouth hangs open as he cups your face, kissing your cheek right in front of her.

He pulls back, noticing your still red and puffy eyes. He keeps your face in his hands, his thumb smoothing over your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. "What happened?" he asks softly.

"He texted me," you mumble, breaking eye contact. "He just told me he loves me. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"I see," he frowns, letting go of your face. "You sure you're okay?"

"Nothing some fried chicken can't fix," you smile weakly.

"That's my girl," he smirks. "Now let's eat up."

Jeffrey excitedly skips to the couch, still ignoring Nanami's stare as he flips on the TV. She shifts her eyes to you and you just shrug. "English people."

"You kids behave," Nanami glares, splitting her fingers into a V as she points to you both. "[Y/N] call me if anything happens."

"I will, Mom," you roll your eyes. Nanami's eyes dart to Jeffrey's and he's just standing there with a small smile, a couple inches away from you.

"You too," she says through a clenched jaw.

"Scouts honor I won't fuck her tonight," Jeffrey says, putting his right hand up as if he's under oath. You and Nanami both choke before bursting out laughing, remembering that Jeffrey is no ordinary guy.

"Okay I'm really going," she smiles, waving goodbye.

After gently closing the door behind her, you turn around to find Jeffrey already moseying towards the bathroom to shower. You change into your jammies, avoiding your yellow crop top and pink shorts. Tonight you're settling for an oversized black t-shirt and a random pair of pajama shorts. The cozy comforter is calling your name as you crawl into bed, waiting for Jeffrey to finish showering.

You stare into your phone screen at the unopened text message from Namjoon. Of course you still love him. It's only been 4 days. Of course you want to run into his arms and feel whole again.

But you can't.

Your chest still aches from his awful words. You have enough self respect to not just let that go. You took a stab wound from her. You were almost sexually assaulted because of her.

You're not ready to forgive Namjoon yet. You're not ready to forgive yourself yet. You just need some time to breathe. But his text letting you know he still loves you lifted a lot of the anxiety you were carrying.

Your eyes open wide as Jeffrey steps out from the shower with just a towel around his waist, and that shit is barely hanging on. Your eyes shamelessly dart to his protruding v line, then slowly trail up his abs and over his pecs, all the way up to his beautiful blue eyes.

"I told you looking isn't free, [Y/N]," he laughs, shaking out his blonde hair.

"It's not my fault you're sculpted like a fucking god," you say bluntly, eyes still roaming his whole body.

"That's fair," he shrugs, flashing his cocky, annoyingly beautiful smile. "I told you I have no flaws. But unfortunately for you, show time is over. I just forgot to bring my clothes."

He grabs his shorts and underwear and heads back into the bathroom to change, returning a few minutes later after brushing his teeth.

You're still eyeing him like a middle school boy looking at his first pair of tits. Jeffrey's got a white muscle shirt on, wearing pale yellow pajama shorts that hug him just right, his toned quads peaking out at the end.

He ignores your stare and crawls into bed, laying down on his side to face you. You're still seated up against the headboard, just looking at him.

"What?" he snorts. "I know I'm beautiful but damn, woman."

"Why are you so nice to me?" you ask bluntly, catching Jeffrey off guard.

"W-what?" he stutters, eyes wide.

Your gaze wanders to your lap as you nibble on your bottom lip. "Before you took care of me last time I thought you were nothing but a playboy. I feel bad."

"We're friends, [Y/N]," he says softly, his hand smoothing over your knee. "I'm here for you. So are Nanami and Boram. You thought of me as a playboy because I am a playboy," he smirks, making you laugh.

He rolls onto his back, his hands resting under his head. "I don't really know why I'm so nice to you," he says nonchalantly, staring up at the ceiling. "I usually don't connect with women if it's not sexual. You and Boram are different. Nanami's getting there too."

You scoot yourself down onto the mattress, laying your head on your pillow to face him. "Well thanks for thinking I'm different. You've saved me twice now."

Jeffrey rolls himself back towards you, his head resting atop his bent elbow, your face just inches from his. The only light still on is the lamp behind him, his figure casting a shadow over you. It's weird taking in his scent. It's a masculine scent that's also mixed with your body wash, confusing your senses.

His hand reaches up to brush your cheek. "Let's sleep," he smiles, lifting himself just enough to gently press his lips to your forehead.

"Do you kiss Boram like this too?"

Jeffrey freezes, eyes quickly darting away from yours. You stare at him, making it clear you're going to wait for his answer.

"No," he admits, returning to meet your gaze.

"I'm still in love with Namjoon," you say quietly.

"I know that," he chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face. "I don't have feelings for you. Not anymore at least."

You slowly blink at him, your mind and heart still full of Namjoon, even with this beautiful hunk next to you.

"I'll stop with the kisses if you want me to," he says softly.

"I never said that," you mumble, eyes looking down. "I don't mind the kisses. I just don't want to lead you on in any way."

Jeffrey scoots closer, cupping your face to kiss your nose. "You don't have to worry about that," he smiles as he pulls back. "Just focus on you."

Jeffrey reaches back to turn out the light as you roll to your other side, glancing down at your phone. You slide your thumb across the glass, opening up Namjoon's message. You stare at the blue light for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to say.