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

The whole room is frozen in place except for the two bodyguards there for Mrs. Kim. They whip their guns out and point them straight at Hae-Ran.

"Put it down," the larger one glares.

"God," she rolls her eyes, flipping her now short blonde hair over her shoulder. "Fucking idiots."

That thunderous noise pierces through the building again but this time there's two, both bodyguards falling to the ground as two bullets splatter their brain matter along the walls.

"Oh my god," Jimin trembles, putting his hand over his mouth.

Multiple men clothed in all black swarm the room from both entrances, eight different barrels now pointed in Namjoon's direction.

"You fucking bitch," Mrs. Kim seethes from the ground. "How the fuck did you get back into Korea?"

"Did you seriously think my dad would reach out to you of all people for help?" Hae-Ran throws her head back in laughter. "Do you not know how many people can't fucking stand you? How many targets you have on your back? I had hundreds of businessmen willing to sneak me back in on the condition I take you out."

Namjoon's eyes are still wide as he can't believe she's here in front of his eyes. All he can think about is you. Are you safe? Are you still with Nanami? He hasn't received anything from Yoongi so he can relax slightly, hoping you're still happily chatting over a glass of wine.

Before Namjoon can swallow the lump in his throat his vision goes dark and he feels a tight string being wrapped around his neck. His knees buckle as his legs are kicked from behind and his arms twisted behind his back. Whoever has a hold of him must be incredibly strong because Namjoon can't move a muscle. His breath hitches and he stops trying to fight it when he feels the barrel of a gun being pressed against his temple.

The others must've had a cloth put over their heads as well as he hears Jimin and Jin grunt, falling to their knees in the same way.

"Joonie I've missed you so much," he hears Hae-Ran say with a whine, and he almost crawls out of his skin as he feels her wrap him into a hug with someone still holding him at gunpoint. His shoulders start to shake from both rage and fear as he remains in the dark, her slender arms clutching onto him.

"I know you're mad at me for hurting [Y/N]," she continues, stroking the back of his head over the fabric. "I don't blame you. What I did was wrong. I hate her fucking guts but I never should've let a man touch her. I've reflected, okay? I'm really sorry."

Namjoon's trembles only increase as he hears her voice so close to his ear. "Th-thank you for apologizing," he whispers shakily. "It means a lot."

The fear coursing through his chest is making it hard to breathe. He doesn't give a damn about the barrel to his head, all he can see is your bloody body.

"Of course, my little Joonie," she says cutely, unwrapping her arms from him to pull back and grip the sides of his shoulders. "Now that we've made up, let's go on a little road trip, shall we?"

"Fuck," Namjoon grunts as whoever's holding his arms back yanks him from the ground. He feels the plastic burn his skin as a zip tie is squeezed around his wrists.

"Bring the other two," Hae-Ran orders. "Leave the bitch on the ground. Let her bleed out."

"You psychotic whore," Mrs. Kim grits through her teeth. "You're going to pay for this. If you hurt a hair on my Seokjin's head I'll skin you alive."

"Shoot her again," Hae-Ran says flatly, another gunshot ricocheting off the floor as Jin's mother screams out in pain. Namjoon wanted her dead but her shrieks even make his skin crawl.

"Let's go," Hae-Ran says cheerily. "We have lots to talk about."

Namjoon is ushered down the stairs and outside to the chilly air, Jimin and Jin close behind. Jin is shaken to his core having to hear his mother scream like that. He wants her to pay for what she's done, but he didn't want it done like that.

Jimin has tears running down his cheeks but he's completely silent, almost numb from watching the two bodyguards die right before his eyes. All he can think of is Nanami's smile, and how much he hates himself for not apologizing.

"Duck your head," Namjoon hears a low voice from the man holding him. He obeys and gets shoved onto his side in the back of what feels like a van, grunting as Jin and Jimin land on top of him. Even with their arms bound together they're able to sit up, remaining silent as they hear one of the men hop in the back with them, clicking his gun twice just to let them know he's present.

"Are you guys okay?" Namjoon finally asks.

"Physically, yeah," Jin says shakily.

"Me too," Jimin whispers.

"Quiet," the man says angrily, making all three of them shiver.

They remain seated on the metal floor and ride silently for what feels like an hour before the car finally stops, the three of them being yanked back out again. The string around Namjoon's neck loosens and he squints at the bright lights, finding them in some sort of empty parking garage.

He looks back at Jin who is clearly shaken but seems okay. Jimin, on the other hand, is not. Namjoon hates himself for dragging Jimin along, it's his fault he's in this mess.

"Come on," the bodyguard next to him commands, gripping Namjoon by the arm. He's finally able to get a glance at his face and the larger man seems familiar but he's not quite sure why. His build is as large as his other bodyguards and there's a scar up his eyebrow.

"Where are we?" Namjoon finally asks Hae-Ran as they walk through the garage.

"Patience, Joonie," Hae-Ran giggles as she presses the elevator button. The elevator doors open and the shaft is large enough for everyone to fit, including Hae-Ran's eight armed bodyguards.

The elevator opens up to the second floor and they look around to find them in a small lobby that leads them into an orchestra theater with a large stage at the end with the burgundy curtains closed. Namjoon looks around at the maroon walls and black sculptures as they're ushered closer to the stage.

Namjoon hears Jimin screaming from behind him, turning around to see tears down his face again as he tries to rip free of the two men holding his arms. He looks at Jin to find a horrified expression on his face.

Namjoon follows their eyes and every cell in his body stiffens and turns cold as he sees two figures on the stage slowly being shown as the curtains draw open.

Nanami's body is limp, lying down against the wooden stage while you're sitting on your knees with your hands behind your back, a large bleeding gash across your cheek.

As soon as your eyes meet his, they widen and you try to move towards him. "Joon," you whimper as tears fall down your face but you're jerked back to the ground from your zip ties that are nailed into the floor.

"Nanami!" Jimin screams, ripping himself from their arms and sprinting towards the stage. They begin to go after Jimin but Hae-Ran stops them.

"You can let them go," she smirks.

As soon as their arms are free Jin and Namjoon run for the stage, almost falling up the stairs to get to you.

Jimin gets there first and is sobbing over Nanami's body as his wrists start to bleed from tugging against the zip ties. Her hands are behind her back and nailed to the floor like yours, her body on its side with her hair covering her face.

"Jimin," you say frantically. "She's alive. She's just knocked out," but Jimin can't hear you. He just keeps calling her name over and over again as the tears pour over his cheeks.

"[Y/N]!" Jin yells, he and Namjoon falling to their knees in front of you. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you nod, panicking as your eyes are on the two next to you. "Jin, get Jimin to calm down. She's just passed out."

"Okay," he says before moving over to Jimin. It's hard to get his attention without his arms free, Jimin refusing to tear his eyes from Nanami's body.

"Baby," Namjoon says shakily as tears spill over his lashes, checking you up and down. Other than the gash on your cheek you look okay.

"Joon I'm okay," you reassure him, even though tears are streaming down your cheeks too. "Did they hurt you?"

"No," Namjoon shakes his head. "What happened to your face?"

"That ugly bastard over there didn't like my smart mouth very much," you glare at one of the body guards in the corner with his long hair braided over his shoulder. "That's why Nanami's passed out, he hit her over the head with his gun. You can imagine her mouth was way worse than mine."

"How do you know she's okay?" Jimin asks frantically, finally able to form sentences.

"The one in the white over there is a doctor," you nod to a gentleman in a white lab coat. "He took a look at her. It's just going to be a nasty bump."

"Oh thank god," Jimin exhales, falling back on his butt as tears of relief continue to fall. "Nana I'm so sorry."

"Nanami's like a cockroach," you snicker. "Nothing can kill her."

All three of them are able to snort in this situation. Those are the exact words she used for you.

And like the demon herself just heard her name, Nanami groans, trying to move her arms.

"Nana," Jimin whimpers, trying to scoot closer to her. "Nana, I'm here."

"Why?" Nanami groans, slowly trying to sit up. "Why do I hear that bastard Jimin's voice?" She slowly opens up her eyes to see you and Namjoon staring at her with tear stains down your cheeks. Even with her zip ties stapled into the floor she's somehow able to sit up and look around, blinking as her vision starts to clear up.

"Oh shit," she flinches, looking over at Jimin and Jin on the other side of her. "He really is here."

"Nana," he whimpers, more tears falling from his eyes. "Don't scare me like that."

"Okay, okay," Hae-Ran says with irritation in her voice, walking up to all of them. "That's enough."

Namjoon shifts his body to put himself between you and her, Jimin and Jin doing the same for Nanami, but Namjoon being territorial over you only angers her more.

"Tie these morons down too," she says through a clenched jaw.

"No," Jimin pleads as two guards grab his arms, tearing him away from Nanami. "No!"

Jin doesn't fight it. He lets one of them grab him to staple his zip ties a few feet from you and Namjoon, knowing he needs to save his energy.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Namjoon hisses as he fights off three guards, none of them able to control him. "Don't you da-"

He's cut off by the sound of a bullet resounding through the orchestra hall, shaking everyone in the room. Everyone looks over to see Hae-Ran with a gun pointed up in the air, and Namjoon's stomach drops as she slowly points it down to face you.

"W-wait," Namjoon begs as he lets the guards pin him down. "I won't fight. I'll do what you want."

"That's more like it," Hae-Ran smiles tightly as Namjoon's ties are stapled a few feet from you.

"What do you want?" Namjoon grits through his teeth, wincing as he adjusts his wrists. "You should know by now we can't be together."

"Yes we can, I can fix this," she grimaces, keeping the gun facing you. "I just need this bitch out of the way. She's the reason my plans got fucked up."

"How is it my fault you fucking poisoned Namjoon?" you gape. "You fucked this up yourself."

"I was going to get him back," she glares, taking another step towards you and making Namjoon get up on his knees. "But you fucking interfered. And then when I tried scaring you away from him you just went running right back."

"I interfered?" you scoff, refusing to break eye contact even though you're trembling. "I met him by chance, I didn't do anything."

"That day you saved him from the mob," Hae-Ran growls, making your hair stand up on your neck. "That was supposed to be me."

"What?" you ask breathlessly, raising up one eyebrow as your eyes stay wide.

"Oh my god," Namjoon mutters. "That's where I know him from." His head snaps over to the man with the scar on his eyebrow that held him down earlier. "You're the bodyguard that led me away from everyone that day and got me into that mess."

"He sure is," Hae-Ran says angrily. "You only needed to run one more block past this stupid bitch and I would've been the one to save you. You would've been so grateful to me and fallen in love with me again."

"What the fuck?" you scoff. "If you knew I helped him that day then why didn't you recognize me at the bar?"

"I didn't know what you looked like," she sneers. "You took him and ran, disappearing before any of my men could catch you. Everything made so much sense when I got your address after finding out you were dating my Joonie."

Namjoon's jaw slacks at her words. If she'd known that was you that night she really would've killed you.

"You're insane," Nanami spits. "There's no way in hell Namjoon would fall back in love with someone who poisoned him."

"Shut the fuck up you ugly runt," Hae-Ran snaps at her. "I have every reason to get rid of you too."

"Don't you fucking think about it," Jimin scowls.

"God you're all so fucking annoying," she rolls her eyes. "Being so in love it's fucking sickening."

She frustratedly runs her hands through her hair and sighs. "Anyways, I've tried scaring you away from Joonie and you fucking ran right back to him, so now I'm going to have to scar you so badly you never want to love again."

"Hae-Ran," Namjoon growls, his wrists starting to get raw from pulling against the zip ties. "Do you really expect me to have anything to do with you if you so much as graze her with that gun?"

"You'll forgive me eventually," she smiles warmly, turning to Namjoon. "Our love was different. I know we can make it through anything. Don't worry, I won't kill [Y/N] because I know you'll be sad. But you forgave me for almost getting her raped, you'll forgive me for torturing her too."

"You're out of your goddamn mind," you hiss, boring your eyes into hers. "It doesn't matter what you do to me, I'll never stop loving him."

"We'll fucking see about that," she hisses back.

"How did this happen?" Jin asks, trying to distract her from you. "How did you get back to Korea? We saw the live footage of you in the US just hours ago."

"You saw the footage of my father," Hae-Ran smirks, turning her head towards Seokjin. "In that latest video my back was to the camera, it wasn't me. I knew that dumb hag was keeping tabs on me."

"If you and my mother weren't in on this together then how did you know we were on to you?"

"None of this makes sense," Jimin glares, shifting to sit down with his legs crossed. "It's like you're a step ahead of us no matter what we do. We had surveillance on [Y/N] and Nanami, there's no way you should've been able to take them without us knowing."

"Shall I let you in on my little secret?" Hae-Ran snickers, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip. "Jin's mother's not the only one who's an idiot, you all are."

"What the fuck are you-"

All of your heads snap to the lobby, your jaws dropping and stomachs sinking as you see someone new walking towards the stage.

"I would introduce you, but you've already met," Hae-Ran says with a smug smile across her face. "Allow me to welcome my longtime friend."

Every neuron within Namjoon's body is screaming with rage and disgust, making his insides twist up in knots. He looks at you and your eyes are glazed over with tears gently rolling down your cheeks.

"You're kidding, right?" Jin says shakily, tears now falling from his eyes too. "That's not you is it?"

"Nari," Nanami growls. "You fucking snake."

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