"Damn, you really should've gone into acting," you snicker quietly.

"You too," Jin grins, leaning back on his bed. "We should be able to keep this up for another week or two."

"For sure," you smile, sitting crisscross applesauce next to him.

"I'm sorry Namjoon," Jin says into the teddy bear camera on his nightstand for the one hundredth time.

"Quit apologizing or you're going to irritate him," you roll your eyes. "It's probably making him feel worse. Just think of it as work."

"Ugh," Jin groans, rubbing his temples. "I'm so stressed out. How are you so chill about kissing me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "I guess because Namjoon told me it was okay and I believe him."

Jin looks over at you in awe.

"Trust him more," you grin, gripping his shoulder. "I'm sure he doesn't like it, but he trusts us. He's sensitive at heart but he's a lot stronger than people think. You know this."

And you're right. Namjoon is watching this entire conversation in his living room as you speak, nodding his head to your words.

Jin nods and looks back at the camera. "Okay, Namjoon," he sighs. "I'll stop apologizing. But don't expect me to stop feeling bad about it."

"That's probably fair," you giggle before flinching from a knock on Jin's door.

You rip your shirt off your body and crawl under the covers as Jin undresses to just his sweatpants to unlock the door. You're turned facing away from the door, pretending to be asleep after having the life fucked out of you.

"What do you want?" Jin grits through his teeth. "Be quiet, she's asleep."

"I just wanted to make sure you guys don't need anything," his mother smiles brightly. "Snacks? Waters? Do you need more condoms?"

Jin's blood runs cold as his mother steps past him to check his drawer. Of course all the condoms are still in there.

"We aren't using condoms," Jin blurts out quietly, trying not to 'wake' you. "She's on birth control."

"Son, are you okay with being that reckless?" she asks softly, eyeing him up and down. "It's not one hundred percent. I mean I'm okay with having a grandbaby early but you're an idol."

"It's fine," he frustratedly runs his hand through his hair. "If she gets pregnant I know how to handle it."

She looks down at her son's chest to find two more hickeys you left on him and she smiles. "Okay, son," she says before heading back out the door. "You're grown, you know what you're doing."

"Your surveillance cameras sure don't make it seem like it," he growls.

"I didn't put any in your room," she shrugs. "Don't make me change my mind."

Jin ignores her and closes the door and locks it before sighing and walking back to the bed. Luckily Jin's room is massive, so the bed is pretty far from the door, allowing the two of you two to talk pretty freely.

His room is at least 1700 square feet with large pieces of chocolate wooden furniture scattered across, consisting of his drawers, desk, bookshelves and bed frame. His California king mattress sits in the center of the far wall across from the door with two side tables on either side. You have to admit his blue comforter might be the softest material you've ever felt in your life. The color scheme is cobalt blue and white with very little wall art besides a large painting of RJ hanging above the bed.

To the left is the entrance to the spacious bathroom that has a huge shower similar to Namjoon's. You can tell the black and white marble countertops alone cost more than your rent.

"Oh so we're fucking raw now?" you ask playfully, turning back to him.

"Apparently," he sighs. "That's the only thing I could think of."

"That's probably for the best," you grin. "Now we don't have to worry about those. That didn't even cross my mind."

You sit up and hug the comforter to your chest to cover yourself. Jin glances down at your collarbones and sighs.

"I should probably give you one too."

"Give me what? Oh..." you trail off, realizing he's talking about a hickey. "Okay."

You scoot closer to him, keeping the covers over your breasts as he gently sucks the skin just below your collarbone. "Ouch, fucker," you grit as he takes a bite.

"Sorry," he chuckles, pulling back. "But I'm a biter in bed. She probably knows that. Wear a v neck when we go back out for dinner."

"On it," you nod, giving him a thumbs up.

"Damn, Jin is good," Nanami exhales, taking a sip of her banana milk. "I almost shit myself when she mentioned the condoms."

"Jin-hyung likes to play himself off as stupid but he's really smart," Jungkook beams proudly.

"Namjoon, are you going to see her tomorrow?" Hoseok asks. "She's going to work right?"

"She is, but I won't see her," he answers solemnly. "I don't trust myself to act right around her. Having to fake a breakup with her almost killed me."

"Cheer up," Nanami smiles, slapping him on the back. "You've been gone for two weeks at a time for work. Just pretend it's like that."

"He's in!" Mr. Song shouts, standing from his seat. Everyone runs over to the monitors that show you and Jin from multiple different angles in the kitchen.

"He spent over 48 hours hacking into the camera systems and he finally got in," Mr. Song grins proudly, smacking his IT guy on the shoulder.

"Oh thank god," Namjoon exhales. "Sir, I'm going to pay you so much money you'll never have to work another day in your life." They had surveillance on you from the outside and from Jin's room, but they couldn't see you at all inside any other rooms unless Namjoon went to see Mrs. Kim. Now they have access to every corner of the house.

"I know Jin would've protected her but it's relieving to be able to see her ourselves," Hoseok exhales. Everyone looks at the screen before Jin traps you against the counter, leaving slow kisses down your neck and gripping your waist as his mother cooks dinner. "Or maybe not," Hoseok backtracks.

"It's fine," Namjoon huffs, crossing his arms. "This is what I've been watching with his mother for hours. I'd rather be watching it here with you guys."

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," JK says with tears in his eyes.

"We can cry afterwards," Namjoon says angrily at the screen. "My feelings don't matter until she's safe."

"Namjoon I'm not gonna lie to you, that's really sexy," Nanami says with her eyes wide before Jimin puts her in a chokehold, lightening the mood as everyone laughs.

"Just remember to act like we're broken up if you guys see her," Namjoon says to them. "All of us have to be perfect."

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"I'd like to stay here if the offer still stands," you say shyly to Seokjin's mother as you bite into your breadstick.

"Of course it still stands honey," she beams, putting more pasta on your plate. "Like I said, you're already like a daughter to me. You're always welcome here." This situation sucks but on the plus side, Mrs. Kim is a great cook. She went with Italian tonight and made everything from scratch. You see where Jin gets it from.

"How do I get my stuff from Tae and Namjoon's?" you ask, batting your eyelashes at Jin.

"Let me handle it babe," Jin smiles softly, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

"Ohhh, pet names already?" Mrs. Kim giggles excitedly. "[Y/N] how do you feel about my Seokjin?"

Your face flushes as you look down at your lap. "I mean I do like him, but it's only been 2 days since Namjoon dumped me," you mumble. "Jin is a great guy and I don't want to hurt him."

"I'll handle that too," he grins arrogantly, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. "I'm confident I can make you forget about him." Your ears turn red as you get lost in his eyes.

It's not hard to fake a blush around Seokjin because you're not faking it. He's so fucking beautiful in person it's almost blinding.

"How?" you ask quietly.

"Do you think about him when I do this?" he asks softly, placing a kiss on your lips.

"N-no," you blush, glancing at his mother who's just smiling.

"Then I'll keep doing that," he smirks, his beauty almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

Whichever woman he eventually goes after stands no chance. They will absolutely fall for him. Thank god I'm obsessed with the namtiddy.

"Okay," you nod. "I'll try to look at you differently okay?"

"That's all I ask for," he chuckles, rubbing your head and messing up your hair.

"Yah!" you say angrily, getting up to go to the bathroom to fix yourself.

"So?" Jin's mother leans forward to rest her elbows on the table. "Still no feelings for her?"

Jin just glares at his mother without answering.

"I'm going to take your silence as you do," she teases, but she's surprised when her son's cheeks flush the tiniest bit of pink and he breaks eye contact.

"No, I don't," he mumbles. "You're not going to get your way."

"Oh but I think I am," she muses, lifting an eyebrow. "You're catching feelings."

"I am not," Jin growls, meeting her eyes again.

"Sure," she laughs, picking her fork back up as you make your way back to the table.

All according to plan, you smirk to yourself.

• • • • • • • •

"How are you doing?" Nanami asks softly, stroking your back. "How dare he break up with you? I'm going to beat that lying bastard up myself."

"I'm doing okay," you smile weakly. "I actually have something I need to tell you."

"What?" Nanami asks with one brow raised. "Does it have something to do with the stranger you've been staying with?"

You and Nanami are at work, chatting in the break room. There just so happened to be a new person randomly starting on the team this week and everyone's pretty sure she's been planted by Mrs. Kim.

The two of you are in perfect sync with your acting. You've been doing something similar to this for years together, always having to keep a straight face or having to act something out the exact way it needs to be translated. You glance back and notice the new girl standing a few feet from you, stirring her coffee.

"Don't freak out when I tell you okay?" you say nervously. "You know who he is."

"Christ, okay," Nanami rolls her eyes. "It can't be that shocking."

You lean in to whisper into Nanami's ear but you don't actually say anything.

"What?!" Nanami exclaims, jumping from her seat. "You're fucking Kim Seo-" she cuts herself off as she makes eye contact with the new employee. Sitting back down, Nanami grits through her teeth. "You're fucking who? Did I hear that correctly?"

"Yeah," you nod shyly, your ears turning a little pink.

"How did this happen?"

"He consoled me after Na-" you pause to clear your throat. "After I was dumped."

"And you just went and fucked him?"

"That's what you told me to do with Jeffrey," you frown.

"Okay," she sighs, pressing her fingers against her temples. "Well how is it going?"

"Really good actually," you smile, making Nanami's eyes snap back towards you.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," you grin. "He's a lot different from what I thought before. I thought he was just an unserious prankster that was born into wealth, but I was wrong. He's really kind and caring."

Nanami nods while taking a sip of her water.

"And his dick is just as big as the rumors say."

Nanami spits out her water as she chokes, coughing to catch her breath.

You haven't actually seen Jin's dick. But you've seen the outline in his boxers. You know.

"Well," Nanami says after finally catching her breath. "You know I do support your hoe activities. Just make sure you don't get hurt."

"I won't," you smile. "Thanks Nans."

"Damn, this is nuts," Jin breathes out, looking at all the monitors in Namjoon's living room. "I can't believe you guys were able to hack into the cameras."

"Yeah that was a game changer," Namjoon says, putting his hands in the air for a long stretch. "Unfortunately your mother is making me go to her work tonight, so I guess that means she's expecting you and [Y/N] to fuck."

"Good god," he groans, picking up the box of your stuff Namjoon and Taehyung packed. "Once my father gets back from Japan I'm going to have him put her in a mental institution."

Jin's father is a prominent businessman and travels all over the world. He rarely answers his phone when he's away on business, which is probably why his wife is so unnecessarily involved in her kids' lives. Their marriage was purely transactional and Jin swore he would never end up like them.

"Please do," Namjoon chuckles.

There's an awkward silence before Jin heads for the door. He stops himself and turns around before heading out.

"I know you don't want me to apologize anymore," he murmurs. "But we're still good right?"

Namjoon walks over to his panicked hyung and takes the box from him and sets it on the ground before wrapping him in a hug.

Jin's frozen solid as the tears well in his eyes.

"We'll always be good, hyung," Namjoon says softly as he pats his back. He feels his shoulder getting a little wet as Jin hugs him back, gripping Namjoon's shirt in his hands. "Thank you for helping me protect her."

Jin just shakes his head as he quietly sobs into Namjoon's shoulder, tears beginning to brim in his eyes too.

"We'll get through this. We always do."

"Why do you want me here again?" Namjoon growls, glaring into Mrs. Kim's eyes.

"Because I have a little present for you," she smirks, sliding an envelope to you.

"Are these more photos of Hae-Ran?" he asks angrily. "I don't want them. I want their location."

"Just open the damn envelope would you?" she rolls her eyes.

Namjoon holds her intimidating gaze before picking the manila paper off the metal table. He opens it up to find a map with a large red circle over the United States.

"What is this?" he asks with one brow lifted.

"It's Hae-Ran's location," she smirks.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" he grits through his teeth, holding up the laminated paper.

"Calm down, child," she sighs dramatically. "This is just the first map. Each day that [Y/N] spends with Seokjin I will give you a new map, with the circled location getting smaller each time."

Namjoon's jaw slacks as he processes what she's saying.

"Today is Monday. They move Sunday. You will have her pinpointed location by Saturday for you to send your men over in time. After the police report and working through customs they will be in a jailhouse in Korea within a week."

It's just a tiny bit of information but it floods Namjoon with relief. He sees light at the end of the dark and dreadful tunnel.

"But I also have another present for you," she grins, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. There's only venom behind them.

"What is it?" Namjoon asks frustratedly. He has a feeling he's not going to like this surprise. He follows her over to the monitors that he's been looking at the last few days.

"Tadaa," she beams proudly. Namjoon just lifts an eyebrow at her, not understanding what's so special.

"You don't notice anything different?" she asks playfully.

Namjoon's eyes scan across the screens for a few seconds before his heart drops to his stomach. All the blood leaves his face as he sees a brand new screen, the camera pointed directly at Seokjin's bed.

"I installed a new camera today," she giggles, thoroughly enjoying Namjoon's reaction. "Aren't you excited to see the action tonight?"

She thinks it's because he's about to watch you have sex. But in reality, Namjoon knows you're all about to get caught.

"No," Namjoon whispers as he sees you and Seokjin walking through the front door with your stuff. His knees buckle as he falls into the chair behind him, tears already falling down his face.

"You already knew they were having sex," Mrs. Kim says with confusion in her voice. "Does it really matter if you have to watch it?"

Namjoon's teary eyes shift towards her and she's got an evil grin plastered on her face. Namjoon can't even think straight anymore, his fear and anxiety are crashing over him in waves.

He's about to lose this gamble.

He just blinks at her, so many things rushing through his brain until there's only one sentence left he can form.

"You're a monster."

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Chappy 68 ~

Hopefully it makes sense, I'm having to switch back and forth between y/n pov and author pov a lot

Anyways enjoy your suffering

I'm posting again tonight