"They're not... actually having sex are they?" Hoseok asks nervously as they all watch you bounce up and down on Seokjin's lap in the hot tub. Other than your louder moans here and there they can't hear anything over the jets whirling around.

"They're not," Namjoon says sternly but doesn't elaborate. He's standing behind the couch with his jaw clenched and his arms crossed.

"Are you sure, man?" Taehyung asks, unable to peel his eyes from the screen. "We lived with Jin-hyung for 9 years. That's definitely the face he makes when he's getting some."

"Stop asking stupid questions," Yoongi glares. "If Namjoon says they're not, then they're not."

You're putting on a damn good show but Namjoon can tell you're faking it. Jin, on the other hand, is not and he knows it. He's not angry at either of you but the situation does make his blood boil, his body only filling with more hatred for both Hae-Ran and Jin's mother.

"Should we even be watching this?" Jungkook asks anxiously through his hands covering his beet red face.

"Jin and [Y/N] both consented for us to watch anything that happens," Nanami answers, sitting on the far end of the couch opposite of Jimin. "We can't risk missing anything that goes on."

Jungkook nods and peeks through his fingers right as you start to 'climax,' Jin following shortly after as his head snaps back and grits "fuck" through his teeth. Every member of Bangtan knows Jin did not fake that just now but they remain silent.

The tension in the room is still heavy as you get out of the hot tub to go shower.

"Who the fuck is that?" Nanami asks, pointing to Dr. Wagner walking up to the front door with Mrs. Kim.

"Is that a lab coat?" Hoseok asks with a brow raised. "She looks like a foreigner."

They all watch silently as they walk through the door, scaring the shit out of both you and Jin.

"What do you practice?" you ask.

"Gynecology."

"No fucking way," Taehyung breathes out. Every single person in the room tenses with anger as Mrs. Kim tries to convince you to let this random stranger open you up just to satisfy her curiosity. Every time Jin's mother pulls a new stunt, Namjoon learns it is possible to actually get angrier than before.

"Damn," Jeffrey chuckles. "[Y/N] isn't backing down today."

"Mom, tell me the real reason you want me to get checked out. Does Jin have an STD?"

"What?" she scoffs. "My son would never have anything like that."

The whole room watches you in awe as Mrs. Kim slowly cracks.

"Fine," she huffs, placing her hands on her hips. "For certain reasons, I feel like Jin might be lying to me about you two sleeping together."

"Fuck," Yoongi grits through his teeth. "I can't believe she has the balls to say it out loud like nothing's wrong with that."

"I'm not even surprised by anything she says anymore," Nanami sighs.

"They're fucked if [Y/N] can't figure out a way to get out of this," Jungkook says shakily.

Everyone's eyes bulge out of their heads along with Jin when they hear the next words out of your mouth.

"I will willingly go through your exam. And if Jin and I prove we're not lying, I would like a favor as a sign of earning your trust."

"Is she out of her mind?!" Nanami shouts, standing up off the couch. "That doctor friend looks uncomfortable as hell but [Y/N] can't seriously be banking on convincing her to lie."

"Maybe they really did fuck," Taehyung says nervously.

"Jin is visibly panicking," Jeffrey points to him. "He definitely doesn't look confident."

"But [Y/N] does," Jimin finally speaks.

"What is this favor?"

"I'd like you to remove the camera from our room."

Everyone's jaws drop, including Namjoon's.

"You know I'm smart." you continue. "You wouldn't let your Seokjin date an idiot. That's the only way you would've known I didn't satisfy Jin the other night."

"Oh my god," Nanami says in awe of you. "If she can somehow pull this off we're going to win. We're going to pull this off without them having sex."

Namjoon is completely speechless. His eyes water as his chest is filled with so much love and adoration for you. He knows you're about to pass this test. The universe must be finally giving him a break after all the hell he's been through.

The room is completely silent when Mrs. Kim's maniacal laugh booms through the speakers.

"Fine. You have a deal."

All of them jump up from the couch and scream like their favorite soccer team just scored a goal.

"Wait," Taehyung says. "This means we have to bank on Jin and [Y/N] actually having sex just now."

All of their eyes turn towards Namjoon who just has a smirk plastered across his face, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. They're a bit confused but they turn back towards the monitors as you follow the doctor up the stairs. Everyone besides Namjoon and Nanami turns away during the exam. There's no microphone on this camera so they're not sure what's being said.

"I'm going to throw up," Jungkook says as he taps his foot up and down. "I've never been this nervous in my life. Not even before a concert."

The room watches Jin run up to you and ask if you're okay.

"What's the result?"

"Miss [Y/N] definitely had unprotected sex with your son today."

The room erupts in a cheer for three seconds until freezing, slowly turning to look at Namjoon who has his head hanging low and his shoulders trembling.

"Namjoon-hyung are you oka-"

Jungkook is cut off as Namjoon bursts out into laughter, scaring the shit out of everyone.

"What the fuck is going on?" Hoseok whispers.

"Mother, I think you owe [Y/N] an apology."

"You're right. [Y/N] I'm sorry for doubting you. The camera is in the new lamp I bought Jin recently. Just set it wherever you want."

"This is fucking insane," Jeffrey exhales with his hands behind his head. "[Y/N] is fucking insane. She just won a game against the craziest bitch on earth."

"I'm so lost," Hoseok sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Namjoon I'm glad you're not hurt but you're way too unbothered by this."

"I told you, they didn't have sex," Namjoon says confidently with his smirk still on his face.

"Oh my god, it makes sense now," Nanami murmurs with her hand over her mouth. "No wonder [Y/N] was in such a good fucking mood earlier. You went to see her at work, didn't you?"

"I did," he smiles, arms still crossed over his chest. "I thought it was a risky and stupid move but turns out me being horny just saved our asses."

The whole room is silent as the gears turn in their head before gasping and cheering some more.

"Namjoon I could kiss you right now!"

"No you couldn't," Jimin glares at Nanami and she just glares right back.

Everyone's eyes snap back to the screen as they watch Jin maul you like a hungry lion as soon as his mother leaves.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I've never seen anyone handle her like that."

Namjoon shifts uncomfortably as Jin crashes his lips against yours again. No one else seems to notice but he has a feeling Jin isn't acting right now.

"I told you it was a really good day at work," you grin.

"Jesus Christ that was a rollercoaster," Jungkook sighs, slouching back into the couch.

"Kim Namjoon," Jin's voice booms through the speakers. He's laying down next to you on the bed and pointing the teddy bear camera at the two of you like you're taking a selfie.

"Did you see that? Did you see how cool your girlfriend is?" Jin's eyes are shining as he turns to look at you.

"Shut the hell up," you grit, but a small smile plays on your lips. "Also he's not my boyfriend yet."

"Oh shut up," Jin laughs, putting you in a headlock and making everyone in the room laugh. Everyone besides Namjoon. "Keyword is 'yet'."

"Let go of me you ugly cow," you laugh, wiggling yourself out of his arms.

"Ugly?" he laughs. "That's not what you said in the hot tub."

"God they are so annoying," Nanami rolls her eyes. "Namjoon I'm glad you're the one she fell for. Her and Seokjin would drive me nuts."

"I know, right?" Taehyung laughs. "They'd be that couple that fights every day because they're too similar."

Namjoon looks around at everyone and they don't seem to think Jin is acting any differently, so he decides to shake it off. It would make sense for Jin to be fond of you by now, especially after the stunt you just pulled off. He takes a deep breath and chooses to enjoy this moment of relief, reminding himself that there's just three days and two nights left. He believes in the both of you.

"You seriously felt the need to have a gynecologist examine her?" Namjoon says angrily, ripping the envelope from Mrs. Kim's hand.

She'd slipped out of her room and called Namjoon around midnight to meet her at a cafe so she could hand off the new map. She sat there and boasted to Namjoon about how healthy and amazing yours and Jin's sex life is and he had to pretend he didn't know anything about it.

"God, why are all you men so dramatic?" she rolls her eyes, taking a sip from her iced coffee. "[Y/N] was fine with it. You're probably just mad to have solid evidence she's fucking my son and enjoying it."

Namjoon decides to hold his tongue as he rips the envelope. Tuesday's map was a circle over the northern part of the US. Yesterday's map was circled over a cluster of states including Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and Ohio. Namjoon yanks the laminated paper to see the red circle only over the state of Michigan.

"If all goes well, you'll receive the city tomorrow and the exact location on Saturday," she grins. "They leave at 6pm Sunday night so you'll have to have people there well before then."

Namjoon stands up to leave and Mrs. Kim grips his arm. "Don't you want to know how your precious little [Y/N] is doing?" she bats her eyelashes.

"I don't trust you to actually tell me the truth and I sure as hell don't want to hear any more about their sex life," he glares, ripping his arm from her grasp.

"Okay then," she giggles innocently as she waves goodbye. "Have a nice night."

As soon as Namjoon's out the door he presses his phone to his ear.

"Mr. Song, start sending men over to the capitol of Michigan as soon as the sun rises."

• • • • • • • •

"Would you let me go already? you roll your eyes, trying to pry Nanami's arms off of you.

"Not until you accept my apology," she says angrily.

"I've already accepted it you fucking moron."

"No you haven't," she pouts. "You're still mad at me."

"Yes I'm mad at you but not because you snapped at me," you glare down at her.

"What?" she asks, finally removing her arms from your waist. "Then what are you mad at?"

"Why wouldn't you tell me you and Jimin are having problems?"

She bites into her lip when she sees the hurt in your eyes. Her hands fiddle with the hem of her pink floral blouse as she looks to the ground.

"You just have so much on your plate," she says quietly. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Why the fuck would my best friend confiding in me bother me?" you ask angrily, crossing your arms over your chest. "Have I ever done anything to make you think I'm not always here for you?"

"No," she whimpers, fighting back tears in her eyes. "But I think it's going to upset you."

You stare at her as she avoids your eyes. "Well it's up to you if you want to tell me now or not. I'm not going to force you."

Her eyes meet yours as a single tear falls down her cheek before saying, "I was texting with Chul."

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. "W-what the fuck did you just say?" you gape. "Chul? The one that left the bruise marks on my ass and tried to cheat on you?"

"Yes," she nods, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment. "And Jimin found out."

You're speechless as you stare at her, trying to think of a singular possible explanation for this. "W-why? Why were you messaging him?"

"He reached out to me randomly and apologized," she frowns, looking back down at her shoes. "I told him it's water under the bridge and that I'm happy now."

"Okay?" you pause, still confused. "Why would you and Jimin fight about that?"

"Because he texted me a few more times just about random stuff, asking how my day was and what I was up to."

"Did you respond?"

She waits a few seconds before nodding her head.

"Nanami," you groan, smacking your forehead with your palm. "Why would you even give that bastard the time of day? After what he did to you? After what he did to me?"

"I just wasn't thinking clearly," she says, beginning to break down as tears start pouring from her eyes. "It was when I was on my period and angry with Jimin for that tweet going around. I only texted him for two or three days and it never progressed past anything more than casual chatting."

"Being hormonal and on your period isn't an excuse," you scowl. "I'm guessing you didn't tell Jimin? And he got angry when he found out?"

"Yeah," she says, almost a whisper.

"And I'm guessing his reaction was ugly."

She nods before burying her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling from her sobs. You walk her over to the couch in the break room and wrap her into your arms, letting her cry onto your shoulder.

"It's my f-fault but he was s-so mean," she sobs and you're hardly able to understand what she's saying. "He was y-yelling at me and t-throwing things. He told me I was d-disgusting and he didn't want a-anything to do with me anymore."

"Jimin?" you ask in shock. "I didn't even know he had the capacity to yell at someone. And throwing things? Violence is never okay."

"I mean he w-wasn't throwing anything at me," she whimpers through her tears. "He was like s-shoving things off his desk and threw his empty water bottle against the w-wall."

"I'm sorry, Nans," you say softly, stroking her short brown hair. "Have you apologized? Has he apologized?"

"No," she says, trying to catch her breath as her face is still buried into your shoulder. "He won't t-talk to me."

You sit there and hold her until she calms down, pulling her face back and letting out a snort. Her makeup is all over her face and she looks like a clown. You walk over to your purse and grab a makeup wipe and start cleaning her up.

"Give him some space," you say softly, trying to get all the black smudges off her cheeks. "It took Namjoon three or four days to apologize to me."

She nods and tries to fight back more tears.

"You messed up Nans but he had no right to call you disgusting or scare you," you smile softly at her. "You love each other so much it frightens you both. He wouldn't have reacted so angrily if he didn't care. I guarantee you he didn't mean anything he said, in the same way you didn't mean to hurt him by talking to Chul."

"What if I messed it up so badly he doesn't love me any more?" she chokes out, losing the battle against her second round of tears. Luckily she doesn't have any makeup left to cry off, it's all on the makeup wipes and your shirt.

"Then I'll beat his ass," you grin. "But I can guarantee you Jimin doesn't lose feelings that quickly. I've seen the way he looks at you when you're not paying attention."

"Okay," she whimpers. "I'll just give him some space. I probably need it too."

"Good girl," you giggle, giving her a pat on the head. "You two will figure it out, I'm sure of it."

"How was your day?" Jin asks, flopping himself onto the couch next to you.

"It was alright, how was yours?" you smile, ruffling his bangs.

"Just alright?"

"Yeah," you frown. "It was just long and exhausting. I'm excited to sit on the couch and do nothing for a few hours."

"I understand that," Jin chuckles. "Mine was about the same."

Jin pulls himself over to you and lays himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as the movie starts playing. You two are in the media room upstairs this time, not wanting to spend a suspicious amount of time in Jin's bedroom. You're just in a baby blue crop top and spandex shorts while Jin is in a black t-shirt and white basketball shorts.

"Are things any better between you and Namjoon?" you ask. You bite into your lips as Jin nibbles your ear and squeezes your hip.

"He's at least speaking to me now," he says. "But only about work."

"How is he doing?"

"Why are you worried about that jerk?" he says angrily, pulling his lips back.

Time to bring out my best acting.

"Babe I'm not," you frown.

"Yes you are."

You twist your body around to face him and look into his eyes. "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about you."

His face flushes a light pink as his eyes start to sparkle.

"I know you care about him," you frown, looking down at his chest. "I know you still love him even if you have feelings for me. So if he's not doing well you're not doing well."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asks and you look back into his eyes.

"I mean..." you break eye contact and blush. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Do you like me?" he asks anxiously, pulling you closer to him. "Am I at least winning you over a little?"

Your face reddens a little more and you say, "I won't ever get back together with Namjoon. I don't know how you did it so quickly but you're the one I have feelings for."

You finally look back into his eyes and he has a shocked and excited expression on his face. "Really?"

"Really," you smile shyly. "I like you Jin. And your horse cock."

He laughs before pressing his lips against yours, cradling the back of your neck to kiss you deeply and slowly. Your tongue tastes every corner of his mouth as his hands find their way to your ass.

"Not yet," you swat at his chest. "I want to watch this movie. We can fuck later."

"As you wish, beautiful," he grins. You flip yourself back around and sink back into him.

Your skin tightens and tingles as his fingertips mindlessly trace over your hip and stomach. Every once in a while he pecks your cheek or nuzzles your neck but it remains pretty PG through the whole movie.

As soon as the credits roll Jin starts kissing and sucking your neck like that's all he's been thinking about the last two hours.

"Please," Jin begs, grinding into your backside. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want to be inside of you."

That one actually makes your face flush bright pink. "Okay, okay," you giggle nervously, standing up off the couch. "Let's g- oh shit."

You're startled by a tiny blonde fur ball happily wagging its tail at you.

"Peaches!" you exclaim, sitting down on the floor to pet her. Chihuahuas can be a pretty aggressive breed but Peaches is one of the sweetest little dogs, it's a shame her owner is a fucking psychopath.

"Hey kiddos," Mrs. Kim says as she makes it up the stairs.

"Hi Mom," you smile like it's the most natural thing in the world. "How was your day?"