"Thanks for grabbing my stuff," you say excitedly, clapping your hands together. "You're a lifesaver."

"Anything for you, babe," Seokjin grins, planting a kiss on your forehead before grabbing an iced tea from the fridge.

You stand there and look down at the box, fiddling with your thumbs.

"What's wrong?" Jin asks, grabbing your hand.

"Did he..." you trail off. "Did he say anything about me?"

"Who?" Jin asks. "Namjoon?"

You nod silently and bite into your lip.

"He didn't," Jin frowns. "He's actually not speaking to me. He had your stuff waiting outside his apartment when I got there."

"He's not speaking to you?" you panic, pulling your hand from his. "Why?"

"I told him," Jin sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"You told him we were fucking?" you ask like he's insane.

"No, I told him I have feelings for you."

Your breath hitches as his eyes bore into yours.

"Namjoon and I have been brothers for ten years now, we will work it out," he says as his eyes soften. "I already know you're going to panic about coming between us but he and I will be fine."

"Are you sure?" you croak out, tears brimming in your eyes. You've gotten so good at this.

"I'm sure," Jin says confidently, grabbing your face to pull you to him. You melt into him as his lips find yours, making your knees a little weak at how skillfully he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Your hands travel up his back and grip his burgundy sweater as you both glide your tongues along each other's, the both of you groaning as you graze his bottom lip between your teeth.

"Let's go," you whimper, pulling back for air.

"Go where?" he teases. He knows what you mean but this is the first time you've initiated sex. His mother knows he's a tease however, so he still needs to play around like he does with all the other women he's slept with.

"You know..." you say quietly, looking away as your face flushes.

"God you are so cute," Seokjin laughs, startling you with his windshield wiper noises. You try to control your laughter as Jin goes to pick up your box and you head for the room. You gently push the door open and grab the tv remote before skipping to bed.

Jin sets the box on his dresser as he groans about how heavy it is. You spend a couple seconds trying to turn the tv on and playfully say, "I wonder what Namjoon's doing right now."

You yelp as Jin yanks your wrist, making the remote go flying as he pulls you to him. "Are you trying to make me jealous?" he says through a clenched jaw. "Don't bring him up when you're about to get fucked by me."

Your eyes frantically search his in confusion, but you're not stupid. It doesn't take you long to figure out why he's acting like this. There must be a camera.

"I'm sorry," you whimper. "I was just trying to tease you. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Do you think my feelings are a joke?!" he yells, gripping your wrist tighter. You can tell he's panicking and trying to stall. Maybe a fight is the perfect way to get out of this.

"Seokjin you don't have to get so angry," you glare. "It's only been three days since the breakup."

"Does that mean I'm not allowed to get angry when I feel like I'm being used?"

"You're the one who told me to use you!" you exclaim. "Of course I'm starting to like you but my feelings for Namjoon can't just disappear overnight."

"You could at least not bring his name up when I'm about to make love to you," he seethes.

"Please," you scoff and roll your eyes. "It's not making love. We're just fucking."

Jin does a pretty damn good job of showing pain on his face before letting go of your wrist. "That's crossing a line [Y/N]," he says shakily as tears brim in his eyes.

Damn, that is actor Jin for you.

He's so good at this your stomach actually hurts when he looks at you like that. He turns around to storm out the door.

"Jin, wait, I'm sorr-'' you're cut off as he slams the door behind him. And that's when you see it. A single black sock pressed against the wall.

Jin's door is in the corner of his room. You and Jin make sure to only open the door three quarters of the way every time you come in and out. He'd placed a balled up sock behind the door about a foot away from the wall, but the sock is now pushed up against the baseboard, meaning someone opened the door all the way. Someone's been in here.

You sit on the bed and panic. Luckily it looks like you're panicking over your fight with Jin and not over the hidden camera. You're not sure how they put a camera in here without someone in Namjoon's apartment seeing it. Or maybe they did but they have no way to reach you. Jin's mom sees every message that goes through your phone.

You pull out your phone and see three texts from Nanami.

Nans 💕

Hey bitch. Wanna go watch

a movie tonight?

Nans 💕

It's that one about the

peeping toms

Nans 💕

Bitch don't ignore me or I'll

spy on you and Jin

You facepalm yourself. She sent these thirty minutes ago, trying to give you a warning.

You flinch as Seokjin suddenly comes bursting back through the door and beelining it for you. "Jin I'm sorr-'' you're cut off as his lips crash against yours and your breath gets caught in your throat as his hands start to roam your body. His tongue greedily slips into your mouth, making sure he tastes every inch of you while one hand anchors your hip and the other gropes your ass.

"I'm sorry," he says breathlessly as he pulls back for air. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I know you're still hurting. Don't be angry with me."

You and Jin made an agreement that if you need to say something important without it being obvious, you'll put it at the end of what you're saying. If possible it's best to emphasize it if you can. This way you can communicate something important or let each other know what you're saying is not a lie, without it being obvious to others.

He just emphasized the hell out of "don't be angry with me."

Fuck. Clearly something had to have happened for him to run back in here. And he's telling me to drop the fight.

"I'm not angry babe, I'm the one who's sorry," you respond.

The two of you continue to make out, hands roaming each other's bodies as you both frantically try to think of something. Jin knows it's getting a bit suspicious how long you two are taking, so he pulls back to lift his sweater over his head and tosses it to the floor. You scoot back on the bed so he can crawl on top of you.

Fuck fuck fuck. I know Namjoon gave us the okay but am I really about to have sex with Jin right now?

He pushes your blouse up and you arch your back to help him slip it off. He stares down at you lustfully before saying, "Fuck, you're beautiful," which tells you the camera must be facing from either the sides or from the RJ picture behind you. Somewhere it can still see his face.

Jin leans down to kiss you again before trailing his lips across your jaw and to your ear.

"Moan," he whispers as he presses himself against you. You obediently moan out his name and grip his back as you feel his half hardened length press against your heat.

Of course the both of you are slightly turned on, it's a physical reaction from two people that have their hands and mouth all over each other.

"Moan again," he says quietly as he grinds himself more into you. You follow his instructions again and as you moan this time he whispers in your ear, "It's to your left. Don't look at it."

It takes all you have not to look over at his dresser leaned up against his wall.

"I can say I'm on my period," you whisper as quietly as possible.

"No," he says before groaning into your ear. "I already tried that. The crazy bitch is tracking your cycles."

Fuck, is this really about to happen?

Jin slips his fingers into the hem of your leggings to pull them down over your thighs and toss them to the side. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you lay under Jin in just a bra and underwear. He steps back off the bed to unbuckle his belt before unzipping his pants, pushing them past his thighs and to the floor as he steps out of them.

"You ready to get fucked nice and good?" he asks arrogantly, tonguing his cheek as he cocks his head to the side.

Oh fuck and we'll have to do it raw too.

This would probably be a dream come true for a lot of people but not for you.

He crawls back onto the bed and whimpers escape your lips while he slowly begins to kiss your breasts, leaving small hickeys and bite marks as you grip the back of his hair. He's still stalling. You feel his hand trembling slightly as he grabs your ass.

He's more terrified of hurting Namjoon than you are.

He moves his mouth back to yours to kiss you deeply and you feel his fingertips trail down your chest and over your stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he finally makes it to the hem of your thong.

He starts to lift the fabric up to slide his fingers inside but he flinches as you grab his wrist.

"Wait, Jin," you say nervously, making his eyes widen as he looks down at you. His eyes are almost screaming 'it'll be bad for us if we stop.' You pause for five seconds before blurting out, "I have a hemorrhoid and it hurts really badly."

The room feels still as Jin processes your words, watching your face turn tomato red.

"I'm sorry," you shakily exhale, trying not to cry from embarrassment. "I forgot until just now when I shifted."

The look on his face is filled with disappointment but you can see the relief behind his eyes. You can also tell he's fighting for his life not to laugh.

"Oh..." he mumbles, trying to contain himself. "Are you sure? I can be really careful."

"No," you shake your head. "It's because of your giant horse cock and I need a break."

Jin's eyes almost bulge out of his head and he can't help himself anymore. He starts laughing so hard he's crying, clutching his side as he falls over on the bed next to you.

You bury your face in your hands, wishing you were an ostrich so you could dig your head into the ground.

"Oh my god," Jin laughs, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Please, babe, know I'm not laughing at the hemorrhoid, that's just the human body." He coughs as he tries to catch his breath. "But oh my god no one has ever called it a horse cock to my face."

You curl yourself up into the fetal position and shrink in size. You don't even have a hemorrhoid so there's nothing to be embarrassed about but you can't help it. So many emotions just flew through your body and you're overstimulated.

"Babe, come here," he chuckles, finally calming down from his laughing fit. He pulls you to him, laying your head on his chest as he drags the covers up and over the both of you. He flips on the tv and automatically puts it on one of the new murder documentaries and laughs when your eyes sparkle.

"We can just cuddle tonight," he smiles, kissing your forehead. "Your health comes first."

"Thanks," you mumble before your eyes flicker over to the dresser. "Did you get a new lamp?"

"Ah, yeah," Jin says casually. "My mom bought it for me."

"Your mom is so sweet," you grin as you ball the comforter up in your fists, returning your focus to the television. "I'd be lucky to have an in-law like her."

"She's something alright," Jin laughs as he glares at the hidden camera.

Namjoon trudges through his apartment door, slinging his bag onto his counter and taking his shoes off. Everyone is staring at him but he can't even see them. He's on autopilot.

He slowly moseys over to the couch and plops himself down next to a very concerned Yoongi.

"You good, man?" he asks, patting Namjoon's knee.

"I can't believe they didn't get caught," Namjoon breathes out, eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Jin noticed the camera and [Y/N] came up with the excuse to avoid sex," Jeffrey chuckles. "If it were anyone else besides those two, shit would've gone south."

"When I tell you I laughed for ten fucking minutes straight when [Y/N] blurted out she has a hemorrhoid I almost passed out," Nanami says, trying to stop herself from laughing. "Did you see her face? And then she told him he has a fucking horse cock." She can't help it. She busts out laughing again, clutching her side from the pain. "Oh my god I love that bitch."

"What the hell did Jin's mom say to him to make him go back into the room?" Jeffrey asks. "We could only hear his side of the conversation."

"Yeah the fight was kind of genius," Yoongi frowns. "But then he got a call and sprinted back in there."

"What the hell?" Mrs. Kim scoffs. "Why is Seokjin acting so emotional?"

Namjoon stays silent as he tries not to tremble. He couldn't react at all even though he was so relieved Jin noticed the camera. Having to trap his emotions inside of him all the time is taking a toll.

"Ah," she grins mischievously. "That little rascal." She picks up her phone to call Jin. Namjoon watches as he pulls his phone from his pocket, glaring at one of the cameras before answering.

"What do you want?"

"Why did you storm out of your room?" she asks like she has no clue. "Is everything okay?"

Jin rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his hip. "We're fine. Can I go now?"

"Seokjin go back in there and apologize."

"What the hell?" he scoffs. "You don't even know what happened."

"Yes I do you moron, did you not see the pretty new lamp I bought for you?"

Jin does a good job of making his face drop like he had no idea there was a camera. But he's relieved to know where it's located now.

"Go back in there and apologize," she says again.

"Why?" he scowls. "I don't want to talk to her right now."

"Son, why are you acting so emotional?" she smirks. "Do you like her?"

"I don't," he glares.

"Then what's stopping you from apologizing? You don't even care about her."

Jin freezes as he stares into the camera with an unreadable expression.

"Is Namjoon with you?" he finally asks.

His mother looks over at him and gives him a wink before answering, "No, he's not. Why?"

"Because I don't want him to know," Jin mumbles. Even from the screen she can see his pink cheeks.

"Know what?" she asks playfully.

"That I like her, okay?!" he says angrily. "You already know. Why make me say it? I don't want to hurt Namjoon like this."

Namjoon's praying that Mrs. Kim doesn't look over and see his disgusted expression. He knows Jin hasn't caught feelings but the fact that she's using you and her son as a game makes him livid.

"Why don't you take your own advice from earlier? That you and Namjoon have known each other for years and will work it out? You're already screwing her."

"Namjoon knows it's just sex," he breathes out, ruffling the back of his hair.

"But it's not just sex for either of you anymore," she grins as Jin remains silent. "Go back in there and apologize with some amazing sex. Just trust me."

"Why would I trust you?" he laughs sarcastically. "Plus she's on her period."

"Don't lie to me Kim Seokjin," she seethes through her teeth, visibly sending a shiver down Jin's spine. "Of course I'm going to keep track of her cycles since you're screwing her without protection. She doesn't start for another seven days."

Namjoon and Jin both stand there with their mouths hanging open. They're both disgusted and impressed at the same time. Mostly disgusted, but she really doesn't miss anything. Besides the fact that you know everything.

"Go tend to her now or you'll regret it," she says so maliciously it makes both of their skin crawl. "We don't have time to waste. You only have six days left with her."

"Fuck," he grits through his teeth. "Fine, but can I at least turn the camera around? That's not really something for your eyes."

Namjoon gets goosebumps as the atmosphere shifts. The rage that's oozing out of Mrs. Kim's body is felt by everyone in the room, leaving the entire place silent.

Jin looks into the camera, confused as to why she's not answering.

"Hello-"

"Seokjin," she says calmly, but the pure spite and venom behind her voice has Jin trembling just from his name. "You are my son. You don't tell me something of yours isn't for my eyes. I will treat my children as I see fit."

Jin's whole body shivers, flipping his stomach inside out. "Is this what you did to hyung and his wife? Is this how you've always spoken to him?" Jin asks shakily, tears welling in his eyes. "No wonder he was so distant with me. It was probably pure hell being the oldest."

"You have ten seconds to go back into that room and make love to [Y/N]," she says flatly, completely unbothered by her son's words. "If you don't, I will burn Hae-Ran's location and this will all be in vain."

Every cell in Namjoon's body ignites with rage.

"Mother are you being ser-"

"Ten," she begins counting down.

"You're being unreasonab-"

"Nine," she continues. "Eight. Seven."

Jin stands there, paralyzed from the nausea of what he's about to go do. Of who he's about to hurt.

"Just do it, Jin," Namjoon whispers to himself as a single tear falls down his cheek. "It's okay. I won't ever hate you."

His mother gets to number three before Jin hangs up and takes off back into the room, apologizing and holding you in his embrace.

Namjoon watches as you both slowly remove your clothing, piece by piece. He glares at the screen, having already prepared himself for something like this, but he does feel a twinge in his heart when you moan out Jin's name.

Namjoon has to look away when he sees Jin crawling back on top of you after removing his pants, tracing his fingers down your stomach to reach your underwear.

He looks back up and is surprised to see you gripping Jin's wrist before he hears, "I have a hemorrhoid and it hurts really badly," boom through the speakers.

Everyone in the room goes silent, Namjoon's mouth hanging open as he stares at you in awe.

"It's because of your giant horse cock and I need a break."

At that moment Namjoon's not sure if he's ever been this in love with you. All over the words hemorrhoid and horse cock.

"So yeah she told him she'd shred the location if he didn't go back in there and apologize and have sex with [Y/N]," Namjoon groans.

"Why the fuck does his mom want to watch him have sex anyways?" Yoongi shivers. "I'd kill myself if my mom saw me fucking Nari."

"Don't bring me into this," Nari sneers as her cheeks flush. "We already had [Y/N] walk in on us, we don't need to add to the list."

"Enmeshment," Namjoon groans.

"What's that?" Nanami asks.

"It's when families mix up their personal boundaries," Nari sighs. "I figured it was something like that."

"I still don't understand," Jeffrey frowns.

"There's many different types of enmeshment," Namjoon says, covering his face with his hands. "With this one, Jin's mom uses her kids to fill the void her husband left."