You're giddy with excitement, but you're also on the verge of throwing up, pacing back and forth around Namjoon's apartment. It's Saturday, and Namjoon had texted you last night saying he's coming back early, asking for you to wait for him at his place.

The normal friendship between you and Jeffrey returned easily. The last three days he's called and texted, and you even went to grab lunch with him, and he's been nothing but happy and cheery, making sure not to touch you much. He's been very supportive of you and Namjoon.

But you're nervous as hell to tell Namjoon about the kiss. You can't run from it, Jungkook will tattle if you don't fess up. But you're terrible at keeping things from Namjoon so he'd probably find out on his own anyways.

Fuck, [Y/N]. You're so fucking annoying. He's the one that put you in this situation. But you didn't have to fucking kiss Jeffrey while he was out of the country. But you're single so stop being a little bitch.

It's like you have an angel and a devil perched on each shoulder. You're caught between feeling guilty and validating yourself.

Your anxious thoughts are cut short as you hear the keypad on the other side, Namjoon swinging the door open and his eyes sparking when he sees you.

Fuck me.

His face drops as he sees your nervous expression, setting his bag on the floor. "Baby? What's wrong?"

Fuck, don't call me baby. I'm just a village whore.

His anxiety starts to spike when you just stare at him, unable to form words like a paralyzed roach.

"[Y/N]?" he starts to panic, taking a step towards you. "Talk to me. What's-"

He flinches as you drop to your knees, stiffly sitting back on your legs and avoiding his eyes. Your sweaty hands are balled up in fists, pressing against the tops of your thighs.

Namjoon stares down at you in confusion but relaxes his shoulders, realizing you're not angry with him. You're apologetic towards him.

He calmly slips his shoes off and moves to sit right in front of you on the hardwood, crossing his legs. "What happened?" he asks softly.

Your eyes nervously meet his, feeling the anxiety lessen just slightly as he looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

"D-do you want the good stuff or the bad stuff first?" you ask quietly.

"Give me the good stuff," he smiles, shooting butterflies into your stomach.

"Okay," you clear your throat. "Jungkook and I made up."

His brows raise as his grin gets wider. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nod, giving him a small smile. "He came over to Taehyung's and didn't know I was there. I asked him to stay and we had a little chat." Your eyes almost water as his fingertips brush your knee. "I introduced myself properly this time, and told him that he never made me uncomfortable. Just a little confused."

Your eyes glance down at the ground before meeting his again. "He still felt guilty for breaking us up. So I told him we were trying to work it out, and to not beat himself up over it."

"I'm really proud of you, baby," he says, gently gripping your thigh. "Thank you for talking to him."

Your eyes meet your lap again, biting into your lip.

"It's okay, baby," he says, scooting closer, his shins brushing against your knees. "You can tell me. What's the bad stuff?"

"There's two parts," you mumble, still looking down. Namjoon stays silent, waiting for you to continue. You watch as his fingers stroke your leg again.

"Jungkook and Jeffrey almost got into a fistfight."

"What?" Namjoon asks. "Why?"

"Jeffrey was trying to kiss me and Jungkook thought he was forcing himself onto me, so he yanked him by the collar."

Your eyes finally meet Namjoon's but he just has a puzzled look on his face.

"I told Jeffrey we couldn't kiss or cuddle and stuff anymore," you continue, looking back down. "He said he understood but he wanted one last kiss. So when Jeffrey leaned in, JK thought I wasn't consenting."

There's silence from Namjoon and you're too nervous to look up.

"You said 'almost' a fistfight," Namjoon finally sighs. "So I guess it didn't happen?"

"No," you shake your head. "Taehyung and I stopped it, then we all went to bed."

"Okay," he breathes out, you can hear the tremble in his voice. "So what's part two?"

You bite into your lip to contain the quivering, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. "Later, after everything settled," you swallow the lump in your throat, "I kissed him."

"And then?"

"Then?" you ask, snapping your eyes up to his.

"Did you go to bed with him?"

"What?" you scoff. "No, I crawled in bed with Boram. Jeffrey and I have remained strictly friends since then."

"Jesus Christ, woman," Namjoon groans, throwing his head back and leaning back on his palms. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you were about to tell me you were pregnant or something."

"Huh?" you gape, watching all the stress leave his body.

"I don't give a fuck if you gave a goodbye kiss to your English bastard," Namjoon says, sitting back up to meet your eyes. "You were acting so serious and nervous I thought maybe you'd fucked him or something."

"What?!" you exclaim. "You know how guilty I felt just for making out with him. You thought I could sleep with him?"

"You prostrated yourself on my floor as soon as I walked through the door," he chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course I started assuming the worst."

You stare at him in bewilderment. You'd been panicking for hours over nothing. "So you're not mad at me?" you question, still confused as hell.

"It was a goodbye kiss right?" he asks, his voice turning serious. "So it was the last one?"

You nod your head confidently and say, "It was."

"Then no," he huffs, standing up off the floor. "I'm not mad at you."

"Oh oka- whoa!" you shout as Namjoon lifts you off the floor, carrying you to his room bridal style. "Where are we going?"

"You know the drill, baby," he smirks. "It's disinfecting time."

• • • • • • • •

"Fuck men," Nanami glares, flipping through the tv channels on the company couch. "I'm never dating again."

"You know you're being a little overdramatic, right?" you laugh. "He's an idol. He can't be an asshole to everyone."

"Whatever," Nanami rolls her eyes. "I'm on my period. Just let me be a bitch."

It's not necessarily a scandal but there's a picture of Jimin floating around on Twitter, giving a hug to a member of Itzy at their recent award show. It's pretty clear the girl went in for the hug first, but Jimin did hug her back. Nanami's been grouchy about it for two days now. She's usually not the type to get this upset about a hug, so it must be the hormones talking.

"Get up," you laugh, pulling her arm. "Let's go home and get ready. We have to go to this work dinner or Mr. Lim will kill us."

"I'm just going like this," Nanami groans. She's wearing blue jeans and a moss green sweater, while you're in white jeans and a blue button up tucked into the hem.

"This place is fancy," you say to her. "Mr. Lim is even letting us off early to go get ready."

"Fine," she scowls. "But don't expect me to be in a good mood."

You roll your eyes and drag her to the elevator, ignoring her bitching all the way to the lobby. You step out and notice a familiar face.

"Oh hey Yoongi wha-" you cut yourself off as you see who he's speaking to.

Nari.

The two of you make eye contact before she nervously stares at the ground, gripping the hem of her hoodie. Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose as the air gets awkward. "She and I are not back together," he sighs.

"It's not really my business if you are," you say casually, making his brows raise. Nari seems to be equally as surprised.

"What?" you shrug with your brows furrowed. "Just because I don't want to be friends with her doesn't mean you can't date her. I know you're in love with her, Yoongi."

His face turns crimson red as his lips part, Nari also turning a similar color.

"Oh, oops," Nanami giggles. "I guess they hadn't exchanged the L word yet."

You sigh and place your hands on your hips, looking straight at Nari and making her flinch, but she doesn't break eye contact. "I don't hate you," you say sternly, making her tear up immediately. "I have personally dealt with Hae-Ran and know how fucked up she is. I understand why you were wary."

"No," she shakes her head, a few tears falling down her face. "I took it too far. I wasn't thinking of Namjoon's happiness, I was just being a selfish bitch."

"Well yeah, there's that too," you laugh, making her snicker through her tears.

"I'm really sorry, [Y/N]," she says, giving you a full bow. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm in love with Yoongi and I'd like your permission to pursue him again."

Your eyes flicker to Yoongi who won't look at you. He has his head turned the other way completely, but his ears are red and his hands are balled into fists.

"You don't need my permission," you smile, grabbing her shoulder to raise her back up. Relief floods over her until she sees the look on your face. You're smiling with your mouth but not your eyes. "If you ever hurt either of them again I will kill you myself," you grin.

You see her visibly shiver before nodding.

"Make sure to lock your door next time, Yoongi," you tease, waving goodbye to them.

"That was nice of you," Nanami snickers.

"What she did was fucked up but ultimately mine and Joon's breakup was because of how he reacted, not because of what she did," you say softly. "We didn't break up because of her, we broke up because of our anger and inability to communicate."

"You're so mature," Nanami huffs. "I would've punched her right in her mouth."

"You crushed it today," Hoseok grins, smacking Namjoon's arm.

"Jin did more talking than I did," he laughs. "He was on fire tonight."

"What do you mean?" Jin asks with his brows furrowed. "I'm always on fire. This is nothing new."

Their segment on the late night talk show had just ended. They all headed straight to the dressing room to get changed out of the uncomfortable suits and into their regular clothes.

"Yeah, whatever," Taehyung snorts. "Let's hurry u-"

"Namjoon!" a woman's voice yells, bursting through the changing room doors.

"Nanami what the hell?!" Jimin asks, moving to stand in front of Jungkook who is basically naked.

Namjoon stands up when he sees the panic in her eyes. "What? What's wrong?"

"Haven't you fuckers heard of answering your phones?!" she shouts, beelining it for Namjoon. "Please tell me you've heard from [Y/N]. She didn't show up to our dinner."

Namjoon's blood runs cold as he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket to turn it back on. His foot taps nervously as he waits for the screen to light up.

"No," he says shakily. "Just a bunch of missed calls from you."

"Fuck," she groans. "Her phone is turned off."

"What time was she supposed to meet you?" Jin asks.

"Seven," Nanami says as her voice cracks. All of them look over at the clock that reads 8:15.

"Um, guys," Hoseok says anxiously from the corner. "Have you seen the news?"

They all rush to crowd around Hoseok's screen.

Breaking News:

Kim Namjoon was caught with Bella Poarch at a hotel in Vegas last week.

All of the color drains from Namjoon's face as Jhope scrolls down to see a blurry picture of Bella and a man with a similar build to Namjoon, who has his hand on her back, clearly leading her inside. His hair is similar as well, but he has a mask on so it's impossible to tell if it's him for sure.

"That's not me," he says shakily. "I swear to god."

"Breathe, hyung," Jungkook says now fully clothed, gripping his shoulder. "We know that's not you."

"Did she turn her phone off because of this?" Jin asks, placing his hands on his hips. "That's really irresponsible of her considering what happened before."

"No," Nanami shakes her head. "She swore to me she'd never do that again. Especially since Hag-Ran is still out there."

"Things are rocky with Namjoon," Yoongi sighs, running his hand through his hair. "Maybe she couldn't handle it. Namjoon I believe you but this really does look like you."

Tears spill down Namjoon's cheeks as he begins to panic. He's actually hoping you're just angry and ran away to breathe, trying not to picture the bloody mess you were in last time. He tries calling you and it goes straight to voicemail.

"What about her watch?" Jimin asks.

"It's off too," Nanami whimpers. "I added it to my tracker after everything happened."

"Hae-Ran's father was spotted in Mexico last week but he escaped, to no one's surprise," Namjoon says, pacing himself back and forth.

"That means they would've just gotten back a few days ago," Yoongi frowns. "Are they stupid enough to go after [Y/N] as soon as they land?"

"Hyung wasn't dating her for her brains," Jungkook snorts, lightening the mood just a tiny bit. "Let's not freak out yet."

"How can I not freak out?" Namjoon asks, his voice cracking. "She was only gone for four hours when she was taken last time and it put her in the hospital for three days."

"JK's right," Hoseok chimes in. "We can't immediately assume the worst. There's tons of reasons for her phone to be off. Let's think calmly and figure out a solution."

Namjoon's about to have a panic attack as Nanami's phone lights up, but his relief is short lived when he sees the caller ID.

Call from: Samsung Medical Center

That's the same hospital you stayed in after Hae-Ran kidnapped you.

"Hello?" Nanami anxiously says into the phone, placing it on speaker.

"Hello, is this Miss. Watanabe?" a woman's voice asks.

"Yes," Nanami chokes out as her hands begin to tremble. "Is this the hospital calling?"

"Yes ma'am," she answers. "You're listed here on Miss [Y/N]'s emergency contacts."

"Oh my god," Jungkook breathes out shakily. Namjoon's legs give out and he falls back into his chair.

"Is she okay?" Nanami asks, Jimin moving to hold her as her legs are about to give out too.

"She's in a lot of pain," the nurse says. "We tried to-"

The woman is cut off by a noise in the back, making everyone's stomach turn over.

"Code blue... Code blue... All personnel to the West wing."

The room freezes as the hospital siren blares through the speakers. Panic and fear come creeping up Namjoon's back and into his head, making his vision blurry.

"Let me call you back-" the nurse says frantically before clicking the phone, only the dial tone remaining from Nanami's speakers.

"No no no no no," Nanami shakes, trying to call the number back. It just continues ringing, nobody answering.

Adrenaline rushes through Namjoon's body, giving his knees life again, getting out of his seat to sprint out the door.

"Namjoon, wait," Jin runs after him, gripping him by the shoulder to stop him.

"Get off!" he yells, trying to break free. "I need to get to the hospital!"

"Namjoon, it'll take over an hour to get there from here," Jin says sternly.

"Am I just supposed to sit here and cry?" Namjoon grits through his teeth.

"Who said anything about that?" Jin smirks, releasing Namjoon to point to the ceiling. "We're going to take a chopper."

He pulls his cellphone out to speak to someone, only taking him two minutes to secure one of the helicopters on the roof. This building is used for tv shows, interviews, news outlets, and serves pretty much any entertainment purpose. So of course they have multiple helicopters on standby.

"Jin, I could kiss you," Nanami grins.

"No you fucking couldn't," Jimin snaps, grabbing her hand. "Let's go."

Jin, Namjoon, Jimin, Nanami, and Taehyung all run up the stairs, making it to the rooftop to see the rotor blades of the far end helicopter already starting up. They all sprint towards the pilot who ushers the five of them in, already knowing where to go.

Jin has superpowers like that.

"Fuck," Namjoon exhales shakily, clicking in his seatbelt and putting the headset over his ears.

"She's going to be fine," Taehyung smiles warmly, gripping his knee.

"Yeah," Nanami says, trying to sit herself up straight. "That bitch is like a cockroach. Nothing can kill her."

She somehow gets a snort from everyone, including Namjoon.

The chopper begins to lift off the ground and Namjoon tries to swallow the lump in his throat.

You're going to be okay. You have to be. Namjoon won't be able to live with himself if you're not.

Another tear rolls down his cheek as Seokjin caresses his back, telling him it'll all be okay.

Please, Namjoon begs to the universe, gripping his chest to somehow ease the pain. Please don't take her from me.

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Sometimes I just want to watch the world burn

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