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"Or you can watch Jin do it."

The whole room falls into a stunned silence as they watch Hae-Ran smirk at Namjoon with her disgusting proposition. Right after you and Jin thought you'd made it without having to crush him, the rug is ripped from underneath you.

"Hae-Ran what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Nanami gapes. "You are the only one who can't see the hole you're digging yourself into."

"That's because you don't know Joonie like I do," she hisses at Nanami. "I know what I'm doing and it's all for him."

"Forcing his best friend to fuck the woman he loves?" Jimin scoffs. "That really sounds like it's for him."

"Make your choice, Joonie," Hae-Ran smiles, ignoring Jimin.

"Hae-Ran do you seriously believe I could even get it up in this situation?" Jin asks with his eyes wide.

"Why wouldn't you?" she snickers. "We all know how much you enjoyed her head."

Jin's cheeks flush a light pink as he glares at her. "That situation was a little bit different from this one, don't you think?"

"That's true, but don't worry," she laughs, turning towards the wall where everyone else is standing. "My doc here can help you out."

Jin's face pales as the older man wearing the white lab coat steps to him with a brown briefcase. He kneels down next down to Seokjin, clicking the latches open to reveal various medical supplies and instruments, along with several vials of clear liquid and dozens of wrapped sterile needles.

"This is insane," you chuckle to yourself, hanging your head down as the tears fall over your thighs. There really is no way of winning against this evil bitch. She's going to spend her whole life torturing you and Namjoon, and she's always going to be a step ahead.

You yelp as you feel your head being jerked back by your hair. Your blood runs cold when you look up and see Max's disgusting face as he licks his lips. "I wouldn't mind fucking you senseless," he says with a husky voice and a smirk plastered on his face. "I was originally only interested in your friend but you've piqued my interest."

"I pick Jin," Namjoon blurts out with tears down his face. "Don't let that disgusting fuck touch her."

"As you wish," Hae-Ran grins. "Max, let her go."

He clicks his tongue before shoving your head down and releasing you, relief flooding your body.

"Namjoon," Jin croaks out.

"Please Hyung," Namjoon says softly. "If it's going to be anyone I want it to be you."

You're thinking the same thing, thanking god that if anyone has to enter you, it's Jin. His gaze meets yours and you nod with pleading eyes. "It's okay, Jin," you say shakily, tears spilling over your lashes. "I want it to be you too."

"I can't," he sobs, hanging his head down. "I can't..."

"Hit him, doc," Hae-Ran says.

Jin gasps as he feels a needle being stabbed into the side of his neck, shivering as the liquid enters his body.

"I don't recommend fighting it," the doctor says softly, wiping Jin's neck off as the needle comes out. "This drug is quite potent and refusing to orgasm can have long term negative effects on your body. It'll take five or ten minutes for it to kick in."

"Clean this bitch up while we wait," Hae-Ran orders, lowering her gun. You're not given even a moment to relax as Max raises his gun, pointing it directly at your head. You watch as she moves towards the wall to speak to the man with the eyebrow slit.

The doctor nods and moves his briefcase over to you, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and bandages. He starts by wiping the blood from your face and neck, then flushing your left eye so you can see out of it again. There's something warm and kind about the way he touches you, like he's trying to heal the pain inside of you as well as the outside.

"How did you end up in this situation, doc?" you ask as he gently pats your head wound with gauze. "You seem like a nice guy."

"You could say I'm in a similar situation to your friend that came in earlier," he smiles weakly.

"Ah," you frown. "That makes more sense." Of course Hae-Ran would exploit someone as kind as this man.

"I'm sorry honey," he says softly. "This is going to sting."

"Fuck," you grit through your teeth as he pours the rubbing alcohol over the gash on your cheek. The pain seeps all the way from your face and into your neck as he pats the wound as gently as he can.

"Baby I'm so sorry," Namjoon sobs to your right, his head hanging down again. "I promised I'd protect you."

Your stomach sinks as you watch the love of your life crying right next to you. As scared and disgusted as you are, you know he's feeling it ten times worse. You know the guilt is going to eat him alive after this. "You did protect me though," you smile at him. "That ugly fucker Max isn't going to touch me thanks to you."

"But I didn't-"

"Joon," you say sternly, making him look at you. "I told you we're getting our happy ending, do you understand me?"

His eyes desperately search yours as he swallows more of his sobs. "You said it yourself, if there's anyone I'm going to sleep with that's not you, it should be Jin."

He stares at you in awe, unsure of how it's possible to love someone this much. He thought he loved Hae-Ran when they were together, but that was puppy love compared to what he feels for you. "I love you," he whispers through his tears. "Hae-Ran will never change that. I'm going to love you until the day I die."

"Same here baby," you smile.

"All done," the doctor says quietly, standing up to return to his place.

You look over to see Nanami looking right at you, her tear stains drying and fire in her eyes. "You have to sleep with him anyways so you might as well enjoy his horse cock."

Both you and Namjoon snort, feeling relieved that someone like Nanami is here. "Kind of embarrassing it has to be while I'm on my period though," you say to her.

"Period sex feels better than regular sex anyways," she shrugs.

"Fuck," Jin grits, jerking forward as his body begins to shiver and his breathing becomes unstable. Your throat clenches as he doubles over as far as his bound wrists will let him.

"Cut him loose," Hae-Ran orders flatly. The guard with an eyebrow scar pulls out a pocket knife to cut apart the zip ties holding Jin down and he falls forward, panting with his forehead and arms flat against the ground.

Your heart breaks as you see Jin struggling to contain himself, his hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles are white. "Fuck," he pants, the vein in his neck popping out as he begins to turn red. You know he's going to resist the drug even though it's useless.

"Please don't fight it, son," the doctor says to him with a sad look on his face. "You're only hurting yourself."

"Jin," you say with warmth in your voice, knowing you're going to have to convince him. He ignores you and continues panting on the ground, now gripping the fabric over his chest.

"Seokjin," you say more sternly but he continues to writhe a few feet from you.

"Jin-hyung," Namjoon pleads. "It's okay. Stop hurting yourself, please."

"I guess he needs a little help," Hae-Ran smirks. "Lay her flat."

Max cuts your zip ties and you yelp as he yanks your arms over your head and slams you on your back.

"Being aggressive with her isn't going to make you any less hideous," Nanami hisses, earning a hard slap across her face. You watch as Jimin almost crawls out of his skin during the impact.

Your yelp must've gotten Seokjin's attention because when you look back over at him, his eyes are locked onto your body, tears flowing down his face.

"Ouch, you ugly fucker," you grit as Max ties your hands again, stapling you to the floor.

"Cut her top," Hae-Ran orders him, and he quickly obeys.

You feel the pocket knife slice down your t-shirt and Max rips it the rest of the way, almost making you vomit from the memories of Scarface. This bastard takes it a step further and cuts your bra too, leaving your upper half completely exposed. A shiver runs over you as the cold air washes over your bare skin, making you tremble with disgust.

Everyone sits there helplessly as Jin continues to fight against the medication but he can't tear his eyes away from you. You can see him hardening even though he's doubled over like that, and another tear escapes your eye when you take in how much he's suffering for you.

"Jin," you say softly, tears now falling down the sides of your face. "It's okay. Come here."

He can't speak but he shakes his head no, now staring at your chest as he heaves. He grunts as he feels two of the body guards drag him to you, making you gasp as they throw him on top of you.

He's able to lift himself up on all fours and hover over you, his jogger pants stretched completely thin from his painfully throbbing length.

You're absolutely gutted. You're so scared and angry but right now all you can think about is how much pain Jin is in. He hasn't done anything wrong yet here he is, writhing in agony as he tries not to touch you. You're not even worried about the audience around you anymore, all you want is to ease his suffering.

"Babe," you say warmly, making him finally meet your gaze. "Touch me."

You watch the control snap in his eyes. That was his breaking point.

His lips crash down onto yours before hungrily slipping his tongue between your lips. You whimper into his mouth as his hands grip your breasts, tight, lowering his lower half down onto your heat and grinding into you, finally giving him just the slightest bit of relief.

Spreading your legs a little further you grind yourself back into him because you know he needs to release quickly to prevent any lasting effects on his body. As awful as this situation is, you're so grateful Jin is the one on top of you right now. If there's anyone that Namjoon would be okay with doing this to you, it's Seokjin. You're surprised Hae-Ran gave him this option because getting raped by Max would have completely destroyed Namjoon the exact way she wanted. She must not fully understand the trust they have in each other.

You yelp out in pain as Jin bites down into your shoulder, drawing a little bit of blood before leaving deep hickeys all over your chest. He continues to grind into you and you're in shock that he still somehow has enough consciousness to stall himself. He's still fighting it.

"Jin," you whisper. "Don't hurt yourself anymore. It's okay."

You see the shift in Jin's eyes as he finally loses the battle to the meds. You shut your eyes knowing you won't be able to stomach the look on Namjoon or Nanami's faces. You feel Jin's hand grip the front of your leggings and your head snaps as he rips them down.

You're about to lift your hips for him when a deafening crack pierces through the theater, paralyzing everyone in the room.

As if time is moving in slow motion, the whole place falls completely still before Seokjin lets out a blood curdling scream, your breath hitching as blood from his shoulder splatters all over your face.

You watch as he crashes down onto the floor next to you, gripping his flesh wound as he screams in agony. You frantically look around and notice everyones eyes are on Max. You follow their gaze to see Max frozen where he stands, a bright red dot centered on his forehead. Looking around more you notice that it's not just Max — every bodyguard is now motionless, a red laser either on their chest or between their eyes. The only one you're unsure of having a target on them is Hae-Ran because she's facing you, completely still as her gun is aimed right at your head.

"Put the gun down or we open fire," a voice booms from the back so powerfully the walls vibrate, the beautiful sound ringing through your ears as tears of relief trickle down your temples. You're still strapped to the floor so you can't see much but you know that voice.

Min Yoongi.

"Hae-Ran, you're surrounded," another familiar voice echoes through the theater. "Place the weapon on the ground and put your hands in the air."

Your heart almost pounds out of your chest as you hear the sound of multiple footsteps marching towards the stage, metal clanking from dozens of rifles pointed in Hae-Ran's direction.

"The rest of you, weapons down, on your knees with your hands behind your heads," Mr. Song commands from just past the stage.

One by one, each of Hae-Ran's guards drop their weapons, falling to their knees with their fingers laced behind their heads until it's only Hae-Ran and Max left standing. The only ones without targets on them are Nari and the doctor.

Your eyes meet Hae-Ran's and your relief is cut short. Your whole body shivers in pure terror at the utter wrath and malice she's glaring at you with, the gun in her hand trembling from the fury within her.

You glance over at Namjoon and he's frozen solid, staring at Hae-Ran with wide and pleading eyes.

You're not safe yet. Nowhere near it.

"Why?" Hae-Ran grits through her teeth, tears of anger spilling from her eyes. "Why are you always in my way?"

Your lip quivers as you meet her venomous gaze again, unsure of how to answer.

"Give up," Yoongi says sternly from behind her, and an armed guard right behind him.

Hae-Ran's menacing gaze flickers to Nari, making her flinch.

"Was this your doing?" she seethes, her pistol still aimed at you.

"H-Hae-Ran," her voice trembles. "Enough. This isn't love. You don't hurt the people you love."

"What the fuck do you know about love?!" she shrieks, making everyone on the stage hold their breath. "Everything I've done for Namjoon is because I love him! You've been with Yoongi for what? Six months?" Hae-Ran throws her head back in a maniacal laugh, tears still falling down her face. "You don't know a damn thing about love."

You look over at Jin who's still gripping his shoulder, blood seeping into the wood underneath him, almost passing out from how much pain he's in.

"Hae-Ran," you say shakily. "Let the doctor help Jin."

"Why the fuck would I do that?" she hisses, turning back to you.

"Because you said I'm the only one you want to hurt physically" you plead, knowing Jin needs medical attention or he's going to suffer permanent damage because of you. "You know anything happening to Jin would be unforgivable for Namjoon."

Her eyes flicker to Namjoon to your right.

"Please, Rani," he breathes out.

Hae-Ran's eyes sparkle as he calls her by the nickname she's so desperately wanted to hear.

"Okay, fine," she says with a small smile before making eye contact with the doctor. "Dr. Park, you can help him."

He quickly runs across the stage to set his briefcase down, pulling out a new needle and vial of medication before injecting Jin with what you're hoping is an antidote.

Whoever shot Jin is damn good. As Dr. Park flips him over you see the bullet wound tore his shirt at the top, which means although the wound is deep, the bullet only grazed him.

Oh thank god, you exhale in relief.

The doc removes his lab coat, tossing it over your body and begins treating Jin's wound without making eye contact with Hae-Ran. Her jaw clenches but she doesn't say anything, keeping her eyes locked with yours.

"Hae-Ran," Mr. Song says as he walks up the steps to the stage with an armed guard behind him just like Yoongi, both of their handguns pointed to her. "You can't run anymore. It's over."

"No," she seethes, her trembling finger still firmly on the trigger. "It's not over. She hasn't suffered enough."

"Look at her," Yoongi says steely. "I think she's suffered plenty."

"She still has everything," Hae-Ran growls, her tears of rage still falling down her face. "She needs to suffer loss just like me. She needs to hurt so badly she can't move. I won't be satisfied until she's miserable."

"You've lost," Nari says to her. "There's nothing left you can do."

"Yes there is," Hae-Ran spits, venom still dripping from her voice. "There's one thing I know she'll never recover from."

"Hae-Ran there's nothi-"

You're cut short and your soul leaves your body as she changes her aim, turning to point the gun to her right. The crack of multiple bullets pierces through the air, puncturing Hae-Ran from several different directions. The squelching sound of skin and muscle being ripped apart fills the room, accompanying with it the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh filling your nose.

But it's too late.

You watch as Hae-Ran's bullet shoots straight through Nanami's chest, both of their blood spewing across you and Jimin, forcing all the air out of your lungs.

Both of their bodies fall to the ground in slow motion, the sickening sound of their frames crashing limp against the floor making your skin crawl. Crimson red blood pools underneath them and you stare at the top of Nanami's silky brown head against the wooden floor, Jimin screaming from behind her out of the corner of your eye.

But you can't hear anything.

You can't feel anything.

You're completely still as you stare at Nanami's lifeless body next to you, unable to process anything as Yoongi's team rushes the stage.

It's at that moment you realize Hae-Ran was right.

This is something you'll never recover from.

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Chappy 80

Not me sobbing from my own story