"Good morning [Y/N]!" Mrs. Kim beams like you're her most favorite person in the world.

"Good morning," you smile warmly. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby," she giggles, wrapping you into a hug.

"Of course she did," Nanami rolls her eyes. "She watched her own son get his dick sucked like a fucking weirdo."

It's around 8am and Yoongi, Nanami, and Jimin came back over, and Nari was able to make it this time too. Even though Jimin and Nanami are fighting, Nanami's still staying at Jimin's apartment with him, although she somehow kicked him out of his own room and is sleeping in one of the guest rooms.

"Here," Namjoon laughs, setting an omelette in front of her that Yoongi made.

"How and when are you getting the last map?" Jimin asks, choking on a bite of egg as it goes down the wrong pipe.

"I'm meeting his mom tonight at 6pm, I'm not sure of the location yet," Namjoon sighs, leaning back against the couch. "But I'm sure it's somewhere remote and heavily guarded. She's going to make sure there's no evidence she's the one who gave up their location. She said I should get a text or call around noon."

"Eat," Yoongi says sternly as he places an omelette in front of Namjoon. "I'm not asking. You need to eat something if you want the energy to take this awful cunt down."

Namjoon rolls his eyes but listens to his hyung, forcing down a bite of egg and cheese.

They all eat breakfast as you ride back to the Kim residence in their SUV, rolling their eyes every time Jin's mom opens her mouth. As soon as you both make it through Jin's door you're jumping into his arms like a koala bear as he spins you around, silently celebrating the win.

"Oh my god," you exhale after setting Mr. Bubbles down. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I know," Jin chuckles, taking a seat on his bed. "We're taking both psycho bitches down this weekend."

"Are you okay?" you ask him, cupping his face to look up at you. "She's insane but she's still your mom."

"Yeah," he says shakily as he loosely grabs your wrists, but his eyes are glittering as he looks at you. "We were never very close. Sometimes I get sad thinking she'll be behind bars but then I remember what she's done to you, Namjoon, and my brother, and all I feel is rage."

"I'm sorry," you frown, wrapping him into a hug. Jin slowly wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you to him, taking a few deep breaths to calm his breathing.

"I feel so sorry for Jin," Nanami says softly. "He's been through just as much hell as [Y/N] through all of this."

"Seokjin is one tough bastard," Nari smirks. "He'll make it through it. His mother is a fucking nut job but he's surrounded by people who love and support him."

"Exactly," Jimin smiles.

The rest of yours and Jin's morning is pretty uneventful. Mrs. Kim made breakfast and you both fake flirted and ate before heading back to Jin's room only to watch movies and cuddle in case his mom came back in.

Right at noon Namjoon's phone buzzes with a call from Mrs. Kim.

"Good morning!" her awful voice shrills through his speakers. "How was your night?"

"It was fine," Namjoon says flatly.

"You're not even going to ask how my night was," she giggles. "Why didn't you tell me how good [Y/N] is with her mouth?"

Namjoon's hands ball into fists while everyone else's faces contort in disgust.

"What do you mean?" Namjoon forces out.

"My Seokjin saw stars as he came into her mouth last night. I was honestly so impressed."

"Why the fuck would you want to watch your son cum into someone's mouth?" Namjoon growls. "Do you not hear yourself? How fucked up that is?"

"Oh come on, don't be dramatic," she snorts. "It's not like it turns me on. It's purely to ensure my Seokjin's happiness, don't make it weird."

Namjoon locks eyes with Yoongi who just has his mouth hanging open, unable to comprehend a word he's hearing.

"Whatever," Namjoon says angrily, trying to fight back his nausea. "I don't want to know. Now tell me the address."

"Check your phone at 5pm and you'll have the address," she sneers. "I'm bringing Seokjin too."

"Let me bring Jimin," Namjoon says sternly, making Jimin sit up in confusion. "I had to tell him what's going on since you made [Y/N] have a panic attack yesterday."

There's silence on the other end of the phone and Namjoon tenses, wondering if mentioning Jimin was a good idea or not. But he needs to cover his ass just in case she heard that phone call, and he also doesn't want to go alone. He doesn't trust her, and he shouldn't.

"Fine," she sighs. "But if he squeals he's dead too."

Namjoon looks nervously over at Jimin but he's just got a determined look in his eyes, giving him a thumbs up.

"Okay," Namjoon smirks. "Also, before I walk into whatever lair you have planned for me, I need proof you still have eyes on Hae-Ran."

"Alright, I'll send that along with the address," she says with annoyance in her voice. "I'm just so excited for you and Seokjin to reunite so he can tell you all about his week with [Y/N]."

"I don't give a fuck," Namjoon hisses. "I still love her."

"But she doesn't love you."

Yoongi grips Namjoon's shoulder and mouths, "Don't let her get to you. Breathe."

He obeys and takes a deep breath and says, "I guess we'll see. I'm hanging up now."

"Goodbye Kim Namjoon," she snickers, the venom dripping from her tone.

"God, you handled that like a champ," Nanami laughs as Namjoon sets his phone back on the coffee table. "I don't know how you can keep your cool like that."

"Because it's all for [Y/N]'s safety," Namjoon glares at the monitors, watching you make lunch while Jin kisses your neck from behind. "I'm going to make this bitch pay for hurting the people important to me."

"Babe," Jin says to you as they all watch through the screens. "I'm going to meet up with Namjoon tonight."

"Really?" you turn and ask. "What are you going to talk about?"

"You," he smiles, pulling you to him. "I think he's coming around to the idea of us being together. He doesn't hate you, he only wants your happiness. It just might take him a little while to come around."

"Find out why he actually dumped me," you pout angrily. "I still don't believe it was over Jeffrey."

"Will his reason change anything between us?"

"Of course not," you grin, snaking your arms around his shoulders. "My happiness is here now. I just want some closure."

"Okay babe," he chuckles, cradling your neck before kissing you deeply. "As long as you're sure. What will you do this evening?"

"I'll see if Nanami wants to hang out, I haven't seen her in a while."

"Fuck yes," Nanami smirks, pumping her fist. "I get to see my sloppy toppy bitch tonight."

"Let's head out," Jimin says, gripping Namjoon's shoulder. They both slipped into comfy black sweats and black t-shirts, covered again in black jackets, aiming to attract as little attention to themselves as possible.

"Okay," he sighs, looking back over at Yoongi and Nari standing in his living room. "You two watch the cameras, and call Mr. Song if anything goes wrong. Call me immediately if anything happens to [Y/N], no matter what's going on."

Namjoon glances back up at the screen of you and Nanami sitting on her parents' couch, chatting about work. His eyes then shift down to the live feed of Hae-Ran and her father at a restaurant.

"It should be fine," Yoongi smiles warmly. "You already have our team trailing you there, and the police will be called once you get Hae-Ran's address. Go put those bitches behind bars."

"We'll be right back," Jimin smiles confidently.

Namjoon tries to calm his breathing as they head down to the parking garage. Bang PD put a tracker inside one of Jimin's tires so no matter where he drives he can be traced.

He enters the address in the GPS of Jimin's Audi, unsure of how he's going to make it through this one hour drive without throwing up. He's so close. So close to making sure you're okay. So close to ensuring your happiness and safety. His hands are trembling at how badly he misses you and wants to hold you.

The whole ride Namjoon stares down at his phone, making sure Yoongi doesn't call. He can't trust Jin's mother to actually do what she says and leave you alone, which is why he specifically kept Yoongi there to watch you. The person he trusts most only second to Seokjin. Jimin tries talking to him to calm his nerves but it doesn't help any, so they listen to the radio in silence.

After the agonizing hour, Jimin finally pulls up to an abandoned warehouse in Ansan.

"You ready?" Jimin smiles reassuringly.

Namjoon nods before stepping out of the vehicle and heading into the eerie white building. It's kind of similar to the structure in their Not Today music video.

"Gentlemen," Mrs. Kim smiles viciously as they enter past the tall cement pillars. "How nice of you to join us." Namjoon's shoulders relax when he sees Jin standing next to her but his relief doesn't last long.

"What is all this?" Namjoon glares.

Behind them are four parked black SUVs with the windows tinted, and 8 different men dressed in all black with guns on their hips. They're not pointed at Jimin or Namjoon, meaning Mrs. Kim isn't intending to threaten them. Not right now at least. Mrs. Kim has on a petal pink dress and white floppy straw hat as if she's here for afternoon tea, while Jin has on navy jogger pants and a simple mahogany colored long sleeve.

"Did you think this was the final meeting point?" she laughs, making Namjoon's skin crawl. "I know you're being followed. Hop into the van over here, we'll be switching vehicles multiple times before we get to our destination."

Namjoon's stomach drops, beginning to get nervous knowing he won't have a tail anymore.

"And how do I know you're not taking us somewhere just to get killed?" he hisses.

"I won't kill you," she rolls her eyes. "That's why I brought my Seokjin. As long as he's around, you're safe. He wouldn't forgive me if I hurt you two."

Namjoon makes eye contact with Jin and he just gives him a weak smile and nods.

"Fine," Namjoon says through a clenched jaw. "If Jin-hyung says it's okay then we'll go."

"Hand your phones to Seokjin," she says flatly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Are you out of your mind?" Namjoon scoffs. "I need to be able to call my men once we get Hae-Ran's address."

"I will give them back to you," she rolls her eyes, now placing her hands on her hips. "But my men need to shut your location services off."

Jimin and Namjoon glance at each other before nodding, handing their phones to Jin, and he turns to hand them over to one of the men in all black.

"So Seokjin," his mother grins mischievously. "While we wait, why don't you catch Namjoon up on how things are with [Y/N]?"

He watches Jin's face turn sheet white, avoiding his eyes.

"I told you it doesn't matter what they do," Namjoon seethes. "I'm going to get her back."

"Even when her heart is with my Seokjin now?" she pouts, batting her eyelashes. "And her body?"

Namjoon glares at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon," Jin says nervously. "But I don't think I can give [Y/N] back anymore. I fucked up and ended up actually liking her. I can't let her go."

His eyes dart furiously into Jin's but he knows he's acting. At least the part about not giving you back is an act.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Namjoon grits through his teeth, making Jin shift uncomfortably. "It only took a week of you fucking [Y/N] for you to turn on me like this?"

"I can't help it," Jin says a little more confidently. "You knew the risks. You know I don't sleep with just anyone. Of course I caught feelings, and she likes me back."

"She does not," Namjoon snorts, putting his hands on his hips. "She's just confused."

"Whatever you say, man," Jin glares, taking a more aggressive stance.

"You can save your fighting for later," Mrs. Kim snickers as the man hands her the phones. "Now get in, we have a long ride ahead of us."

They reluctantly all pile into the van on the far end, and helplessly watch the black SUVs split into different directions, making it impossible for Namjoon's team to tell which vehicle they're in. They repeat this process two or three times, pulling into a new building only to shuffle into a different SUV again, all of those splitting in different directions as well.

It's around 8pm when they finally make it to a large empty smokey colored cement building a couple hundred yards from the shore. It looks like maybe it used to be an office space of some sort. They all pile out and slowly trudge up a few flights of stairs before making it to a sizable office with tall windows surrounding the whole empty space. The ground has been torn up and there's only wood and cement left. Mrs. Kim stops them before entering the room and hands back their phones, Namjoon ripping his from her grasp.

The only thing inside the vast abandoned space is a metal table with a few pieces of paper scattered across.

Namjoon and Jimin sprint to the table, tears of relief almost flowing down their faces when they see coordinates and a map of Michigan. Namjoon snaps a photo and immediately sends it to Mr. Song before dialing his number, setting his phone down on speaker.

"Namjoon," he answers.

"Did you get it?" he asks frantically. "I just sent you the coordinates."

"Yes, I have the men on their way now," he says confidently. "It's only twenty minutes from where they were stationed."

"Oh thank god," Namjoon exhales.

"I need to know where you are," Mr. Song says.

Mrs. Kim walks over and taps the mute button.

"This paper here is our exact location," she smirks, handing him an envelope. "Once they capture Hae-Ran, we're leaving and will be long gone before they get here. You and Seokjin can handle your business later."

Namjoon nods and takes his phone off mute.

"I can give you my location once Hae-Ran is secured."

"Alright," he says. "I'll call you back once I hear from the captain."

Namjoon stays leaned over the map with his palms pressed against the metal table, tears dropping from his eyes and landing directly onto the laminate coordinates. Jimin moves to rub his back, fighting back tears of his own.

The minutes pass by slowly as Jin and his mom talk about you. Namjoon refuses to participate in her games, remaining silent as Mrs. Kim tries to egg him on.

"Namjoon, just give it up," she sighs. "I know you love her but sometimes the universe doesn't care."

His teary eyes dart angrily to hers but she just has a smug grin across her face.

"Mother," Jin says softly. "We don't have to keep antagonizing him. I'd still like to remain friends with Namjoon somehow after this."

"You're out of your fucking mind," Namjoon chuckles angrily, "No way in hell will we ever be friends again." He had started absentmindedly pacing about the room, his anxiety over the situation not letting him stay still for very long.

"Namjoon come on-"

Jin's cut off as Namjoon's phone starts to ring. He sprints back to the table to immediately answer and place it on speaker.

"Mr. Song," he says anxiously. "Please tell me they've got her."

"Namjoon..." he pauses, pure anger dripping from his voice. "There's no one there. We've been set up."

All the blood drains from Namjoon's face as he turns to look at Mrs. Kim, Jin and Jimin giving her similar looks of disgust and disbelief.

"What?!" she exclaims, panicking as she pulls out her phone. "No, that's not right. She's definitely there, they must've gone to the wrong place."

"Have you been bullshitting me this entire time?" Namjoon asks, his voice laced with hatred and spite as he takes a step towards her, making her breath hitch. "Was all this for fucking nothing?"

"Mother," Jin growls with a tone so ferocious it makes both her and her men flinch. "Where the fuck is Hae-Ran?" She looks into his eyes and visibly trembles at the darkness pouring out of his glare.

"No, Seokjin I swear-"

Everyone in the room is paralyzed in their place as Mrs. Kim falls to the floor, the thunderous sounds of a gunshot reverberating through the empty building. Her blood platters across Jin's joggers, the room filling with her screams as she clutches her leg on the ground.

Namjoon's hands tremble as he sees the blood begin to pool underneath her, her shrieks piercing into everyone's ears that sends a chill so blood curdling it almost makes him vomit.

His eyes dart up when he hears the clacking sound of heels on the cement floor, his face turning sheet white as he takes in the figures walking towards him. The man on the left is dressed in all black with a semiautomatic handgun pointed right at him, and the woman on the right is dressed in a scarlet red off shoulder maxi dress he bought her 4 years ago.

"Hey Joonie," Hae-Ran smiles scathingly . "Did you miss me?"

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