#i'm doing very good at not panicking i'm really hoping it'll last until we're most of the way done already and i can just

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okay. i cleared out the space under my bed so the princess will have so much MORE room for activities than she previously did. at least until Saturday and we move to the new place and she can decide if she's going to play nice with the boys finally.

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-One [PT. 2]

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Warning(s): explicit language, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of domestic abuse

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"Your little one is here as of right now." Dr. Telille says, pointing to a very little area to the far side of my womb and I smile before she switches the focus slightly and then looks at the screen with a slightly odd look before flipping through my chart. "At your previous Obstetrician, did they mention any abnormalities?" She asks me. 

"No." I shake my head. 

"You said in your history you've had recurrent miscarriages?" She asks next. 

"Yes." 

"Okay, Mrs. Sixx, don't be alarmed by this because there is a solution but this," she turns the screen to me again, pointing at a shadow in the picture that looks like it's creating bunny ears or something. "Is a layer of tissue that's not supposed to be there. It halts fetal growth, and ultimately causes miscarriages, often times even before a fetus is interacting with the tissue itself, physically." She informs me and I feel like my chest is throbbing from how hard my heart is beating. "The good news is that we can fix this, I've had to do a few surgeries like this before--we can go in and cut that tissue out without disturbing your baby, but we will need to have it done within the next week--two weeks at the most." She explains and I raise my brows. 

"What's my chance of carrying out my pregnancy to term without the surgery?" I ask, trying to stay calm. 

"With a successful surgery, there is a 80% chance of you carrying it to term, and a higher chance at not facing as many pregnancy difficulties in the future like you've had previously. Without the surgery, with your history, it's very, very probable that you won't get to four months without miscarrying--if that far." She adds. 

"What's the risk of this surgery causing complications?" I ask next. 

"30%." She replies and I breathe out. "You don't have to make a decision today, you can go home and think about it and talk about it with the father but we need to get it scheduled in the next few days." 

"Um, o-okay…" I rub my lips together. 

"And if you are interested in the surgery, we can go ahead and send it in and see if insurance will cover it." She assures me. 

"I don't have maternity insurance right now." I tell her and she looks at me uneasily. 

"No worries, we can figure the costs out after you decide if you want it or not." She tells me, calmly, and I just nod. 

I numbed myself. I would've been freaking out, having a meltdown, begging God to spare my damn baby for once...but as soon as she started in on what was wrong with me, the negative outcomes...I flicked the switch in my brain and just let myself feel absolutely nothing as best as I could. My nervousness was relief compared to blatant breakdown mode that I knew would hit inevitably.

And how the hell did I tell Duff and Nikki that I was going to need surgery that could potentially terminate my pregnancy--or suffer what I'd suffered before and still lose a baby? Oh, right. I didn't. At least, not as soon as I probably should have.

When I get to my new little house I'm renting with my savings, Duff's sitting on the little porch, drinking a beer. 

"How'd it go?" He asks me, standing up as I unlock the door. 

He couldn't go with me this time because he had to go look at a couple houses with Mandy, which I understand because they had already canceled once with a real-estate agent and would get charged extra if they missed another appointment. 

"Good." I lie, clearing my throat. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." 

Whisky's barking at us until he realizes it's me, and then he won't get out from under my feet until I pat him on the head. 

"I need to finish unpacking." I say before Duff can ask anymore questions. 

"Well, it's your lucky day because I know how to unpack." He states, grinning. 

I go change into pajamas and when I get back, he's pulling pictures from one of the boxes, neatly placing them on the coffee table in the living room and I pick them up and start figuring out where to put them. 

"So, my family really wants me to bring you up." He says, optimistically. "I was thinking leave Sunday and come back next Saturday."

"...Duff, I can't just up and leave right now. I have to finish unpacking, and I'm gonna be meeting with Nikki once a week and then him and the guys once a week so that's two different…" I trail off as he cuts open another one of my packed boxes with his pocket knife, a look of disappointment on his face. "...It's not that I don't want to, you know. I just have a lot going on right now." 

"We'd just be gone for a week." He says, looking at me. "It's the only time off I have for a while since we're doing a few shows in New York and Europe." He adds. "And I really want my family to know you, kinda, before you have the baby." 

"I don't know." I hesitantly tell him and he licks his lips. "I don't know, Duff, okay? I just...ughhh." I groan, raking my hands through my hair. 

"If you don't want to meet my family then don't worry about it, Vivian." He says it a little passive aggressively and I raise my brows. 

"'Vivian'? Since when the hell am I 'Vivian'?" I ask, mimicking his tone. 

"That's your name isn't it?" He asks next and I cross my arms.

"You usually call me 'Viv', or...something…"

"Well, I'm not calling you, 'babe,' or, 'baby,' since we aren't dating anymore so…"

"You're being a dick." 

"I'm not being a dick. I'm just family oriented and I want my family to know you and our kid and you're making up excuses to not go and meet them."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be judged." I snap back. 

"They're not fucking judgemental." 

"Oh, so you're cussing at me now, too, huh?" 

"Quit trying to start an argument." He tells me. 

"I'm not starting an argument, I'm making a valid point." 

"You're making an assumption." He corrects me. "My family isn't judgemental. They're really not. I don't even think they're worried with the fact that you were married when we got together because they haven't said a word about it. They just want to meet you." 

"Matt didn't seem so cool about it." I mumble. 

"Matt was trying to keep both of us out of trouble." He explains. "He wasn't judging you. He just doesn't like drama and if we would've gotten caught he knew it'd just be a bunch of bullshit we'd have to get thrown at us." 

I just stare at him. 

"And I'm sorry for cussing at you, but I'm trying to be positive about all of this and I really don't want you to start bringing in your negativity." He exhales. 

"My negativity?" I raise my brows, laughing humorlessly. 

"Please, just come to Seattle with me next Sunday. I promise it'll be fun and my family's fun, they don't mean any harm by wanting you to come up and visit--they're already talking about planning a trip when it's born to be here for you and me both for a few days." He adds. 

I think about it, seeing his eyes glint a little as he slowly smiles at me like a hopeful puppy. 

"Okay." I relent and he puts his hands above his head, folding them together, letting out a loud, "Hallelujah!" and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a chuckle. 

The truth is, I don't want to leave Nikki stewing that long after revealing to him my miscarriages. He never came back when he left the therapy session yesterday, and I was supposed to go back today but decided I needed another day to just think about everything, but because of Amber's schedule, we won't be able to get back in the same room together--aside from me just visiting him--until next Wednesday...but with Duff wanting to leave Sunday and come back that Saturday, I won't be able to meet then, either. A part of me isn't even sorry that I won't make it since the morale of Nikki's story is that he married a maestro of manipulation that can play victim like no other but is really an evil bitch who loves to make people suffer. 

I gathered that after reading: 

"I married a fucking demon."

"Vivian climbed from hell just to neuter me." 

"My wife's a fucking lunatic." 

"I sometimes think Vivian's waiting for me to die so she can get the money." 

"I hate her." 

"I don't know what's killing me faster: my looney wife, or smack. Doesn't matter--they're both my drug of choice." 

"If she didn't know how to fuck I would've already left her." 

"She flushed every bit of what Jason dropped off last night. Cost me a couple grand. I'm so pissed, if I knew she wouldn't beat the shit out of me and go batshit-ballistic, I'd lay her out on the fucking floor. I'm sure it'd be like foreplay in her sick mind, anyway." 

"I swear she cums every time she belittles me." 

And, my personal favorite: 

"Just woke up from a fucking nightmare. I was fucking around with Vivian and Vanity and once they got their satisfaction they started eating me alive while talking about their love for God. Even with them gnawing on me alive with their shark-like teeth and their completely black eyes, stripping flesh from my bone and going at it like a fucking pork chop, I was turned on. But as soon as they started about God, how good and wonderful he was, that's when I started panicking a little that I OD'd without realizing it and was in hell or some fucking incarnation of it. I see now that's how they both got me, being hot and knowing exactly what to do to get me going. And now they're both sucking the life out of me, eating me alive, while praying to their God and acting like they're blameless in my destruction. CHICKS = TROUBLE." 

At least we both agree that we married demons.

It was strange for me to realize how he saw me--well, how Sikki saw me. Once I was able to differentiate between the two of them, it hurt less reading what he'd write about me. It was just confusing. 

One page would be an entire rant (with unflattering, random song lyrics to match) about something I did that pissed him off--sometimes things I wouldn't even realize I did to make him upset and then the next page would be decently positive things about me that he'd profess after waking up sort of sober…

I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me, most of the entries from the end of '83 to '87 had "I'm an asshole" or "I really fucked up" or some version of it in them but the deeper into '87 he got, the less and less apologetic he got. Both in real time and his dairies. 

Despite the black and white of his diaries, one thing still lingered in the grey area…

I stare at the little TV on my dresser, bowl of captain crunch in hand as I stuff my face while flipping channels, Whisky gnawing on his chew toy as a flickering, fuzzy and static blaring familiar face flashes across the screen as I turn to the next channel. My heart stops for a moment, my finger immediately going back, the screen and audio clearing as I see her. 

Clear eyed and competent. A far removal from what I last saw of her with her gnashing teeth and tortured eyes, spewing at Nikki and I both before he and her got into a fight that left her dragged down the stairs of our old house...guilt tugs at me, remembering the look on her face, the pain, the hurt...perhaps she felt as bad as I did about the situation. 

He was the one telling her he was going to leave me and marry her, after all. My feury swallowed him before it ever thought about swallowing her. 

"...I'm currently looking at other scripts for other films." She replies very calm and composed to whatever question her interviewer was asking...I'm assuming this is part of her press run for her new movie coming out. 

"If you could write a ticket for yourself, Vanity, what would it be?" The woman asks next and she furrows her brows, slightly. 

"Write a ticket? To go somewhere?" 

"No, write a ticket for the rest of your life, and your career. Just everything about your life." She explains. 

"Ohhh," She thinks a moment before shaking her head slightly. "I wouldn't want to do that, actually, because, um, everytime I turn around something new's happening. I'm a very spontaneous person. I just like to get up and go, and I've been doing that since I was fifteen...so, um, I couldn't say I'd like to write that ticket." She chuckles a little, but not the crack-cackle I was used to seeing in her past interviews. 

She's actually sober here. 

"I just wanna go wherever life takes me." She continues. 

"What you're saying then, is, you couldn't write a ticket because what you would write wouldn't be as good as what could happen?" 

"No, I don't--"

"--No?"

"No, I don't think that, I'm not saying that at all. I feel that I have certain goals in my life. Very big, big, dreams that I set for myself. But I wouldn't wanna, um, question God's way about where he's going with me." She states. "That's just...not me." 

"If you could go back and change anything--"

"--Nothing." Vanity says, biting her lip nervously, shaking her head. 

"Any of the decisions?"

"Nothing." 

"Wouldn't change a thing?" 

"Nothing." She buckles down on it and I feel my eyes gloss over. "Wouldn't change a thing…" she trails off, thinking for a second. "...Can't say that I would." She adds, softly. "Because each time that I've done something, whether it be a mistake in my life, it's always...what you might call a mistake in my life is never a mistake to me. It was a definite meant to be and it was a definite learning process. So all the pain and all the glory...I wouldn't change a thing."

She's so unapologetically sincere. 

I cut the TV off as they start closing out the interview, and toss the remote across the room, losing my appetite and putting my bowl on my nightstand before I allow myself to replay what she just said. 

And I cry, not because she was in a relationship with him, not because she tried to steal him from me...I cry because I regret everything. I regret marrying Nikki. I regret meeting Duff. I regret getting pegnant. 

I'm not angry at her.

I envy her.

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Mafia BTS! Not so innocent

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Kim Seokjin:

"Mr Kim, I think Ms.Y/N was attacked." As soon as these words left the bodyguard's mouth, Jin dropped the papers he was holding, sending them off across the room due to the wind coming from the open window. He stood up, making the guard drop his gaze to the floor.

"What did you say?" His voice came out really dark, making the other men in the room gulp. Every matter that concerned you, made Jin extra worried. He couldn't bear the thought of you even getting a scratch. Taking in a shaky breath, the bodyguard started explaining, "The supervisor of the Chanel store she went to, informed us that he saw a man following her with a gun too-" Jin didn't even let him finish the sentence and let out a groan of frustration.

"Get the car. We're going there. NOW!" He bellowed, causing everyone to snap into action.

"That will not be needed, Mr Kim." Said a gruff voice from the main entrance of the house. Jin looked at the small group of officers walking towards him, a couple of them were even carrying shopping bags. He was confused until he saw you walking behind them. Your face displayed annoyance until your eyes met with Jin's. Your lips broke into a smile and you rushed to give him a hug, which he gladly returned. Pulling away, he cupped your cheeks as he examined you for any injuries. "Are you okay?" He frowned with concern. You placed your hands on his and nodded. He placed a kiss on your forehead and turned to the officer he knew all too well, Min Yoongi.

"Did you get that man, Officer Min?" He inquired as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. "We did. But I'm afraid it'll be a while until he gives us a statement. Ms Y/L/N knocked him out unconscious before we even reached." The black haired man answered, gesturing towards you. Jin raised his eyebrows in surprise as he looked at you.

An auxiliary came forward with a laptop, standing in front of Jin as he played a certain video. Jin narrowed his eyes as he saw your small figure leaving the store, followed by a man in grey clothes. As he saw you grab the man's hand and dig your heel in his foot, his eyes widened. Furthermore, his jaw dropped when you held the attacker's head and hit it on your bent knee, making him fall down unconscious. You pretended to be interested in the ceiling as Jin looked at you with an indescribable expression. "We'll be taking your leave now, Mr Kim." Officer Min bowed as he turned to leave with his subordinates. Just as the group reached the doorway, Jin called them, making them turn back to face him.

"Make sure that bastard answers. If not, then my men can always collect him." Jin smirked as he exchanged a knowing look with Yoongi, making him chuckle. After everyone had left, Jin ordered his men to leave as well, leaving you two alone in the big house. You let out a gasp when Jin pulled you towards him as he sat on the couch, making you straddle him.

"I never knew my princess was a badass." He teased as he held you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him and hummed. "Well, that's because you don't let your princess go alone anywhere. Today was just a miracle." You shrugged and ran your hands through his soft hair. He sighed and buried his head in the crook of your neck. "Today was the first and the last time. I'm not risking it anymore. It's good to know you can protect yourself in my absence but let's try not to get into that situation." He concluded, making you pout. He mimicked your expression and laughed when you gently hit his chest, quickly kissing your lips.

Kim Namjoon:

You were reading a book in Namjoon's study. He wasn't home due to an important business meeting so you had decided to put your free time to productive use. The silent atmosphere of the room was interrupted by the ringing of your phone. You took your phone from the side table, situated beside the couch you were seated on. You closed the book when you saw Namjoon's contact requesting for a video call. Quickly accepting it, you smiled as your boyfriend's face came into view.

"Hey, babe!" He greeted while waving at you through the screen. You giggled and waved back. "Is the meeting over?" You asked, a little hopeful that maybe you could spend time with him. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Break time. And I wanted to check on you so..." He trailed off as he shrugged. This was one of the many things you loved about Namjoon. Although he was busy most of the time, he never failed to grab the opportunity to talk to you. Just as you were about to say something, a loud crash startled you. Your head turned towards the door of the study as your heartbeat quickened. Namjoon had heard it too. He was already on his way to inform everyone to cancel the rest of the meeting. "Babe, is there someone else at home?" He asked quietly, not wanting to alert any intruder about your presence. You shook your head as you slowly got up from the couch to go and inspect the cause of the noise. You looked at Namjoon and placed a finger on your lips, telling him to be quiet. Namjoon wanted to tell you to go back inside and lock the door but it was too late. He kept the call going to make sure you were okay as he sat in his car, ready to come home to you. His breathing hitched as he saw your face contort into a horrified one and a scream left your mouth. The screen went black, showing that the call had been disconnected. "Shit...." Namjoon cursed as he tried calling you again, driving out of the speed limit (not like he ever followed it). He bit his bottom lip when the call went unanswered, making him think of very unfortunate consequences.

After what felt like an eternity, he reached his house. Quickly pulling into the driveway, he ran out of the car and unlocked the door to the house, all the while shouting your name. His footsteps came to a halt when he saw you sitting on a chair in front of a tied up man, your fingers wrapped around a gun. Your head turned at the sound of your name being called out, only to find Namjoon standing there with a panicked expression. You dropped the gun and ran into his arms.

"Thank god you're here. I didn't know what to do-" Namjoon hushed you as he kissed you all over your face. Just then, the other members of Namjoon's gang entered the house. "Is everything okay? You left in such a hurry- holy shit, who is that?!" Jin cursed as soon as he saw the man with ropes around him and a tape sealing his mouth. Namjoon told them to move the man to the warehouse and start questioning him while he stayed with you for a while. As the members left, you hugged Namjoon again, burying your face in his chest. "I really thought something happened to you, Y/N." He mumbled against your hair. You pulled away to look at him and gave him an assuring smile. He poked your cheek and scoffed. "But who would have thought, that this baby-face could actually be a threat? I guess I need to be careful from now." He joked as you rolled your eyes and turned to leave.

Min Yoongi:

You were on your way home from a dinner date with your boyfriend, Yoongi. You both listened to your favourite songs as he drove, all the while holding your hand. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He sighed as he saw one of the members' names flashing on the screen. He looked over at you to find you staring outside the window and quickly accepted the call.

After the call had ended, Yoongi called out to you to tell you that he had to go deal with something urgently and that you will have to come with him. But you had already fallen asleep, so he just turned the car around to go handle the mess that his members had created. Once there, Yoongi kissed your forehead as he grabbed his gun from the glove compartment and left. He was sure that he would be back by the time you wake up.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asked his gang, once he found them standing in the middle of the warehouse with a few bodies lying here and there. "We searched everywhere. He must have gotten away." Namjoon informed, clenching his eyes shut. Yoongi cursed under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair. "He couldn't have gone far. Let's search around this area." He suggested, making everyone nod. After about half an hour, they ended their search and walked towards the place where Yoongi had parked his car.

On the way back, he checked his phone to see 14 missed calls from you, making him walk faster. He came to a halt when he saw you leaning on the car with your arms crossed. "Y/N, I'm sorry. You were asleep and- who the hell did that?!" Yoongi's voice turned from calm to angry when he saw your busted lip. He gently lifted your chin to see the small wound. You sighed and walked towards the back of the car, making Yoongi frown.

"Okay so I don't know who this is but he tried to steal the car. With me inside!" You narrated, raising your voice in annoyance. Yoongi and the others followed you to where you stood. You opened the trunk of the car and stepped back for them to see. Their eyes widened in shock at the unconscious man lying in front of them. After a moment of silence, Taehyung cleared his throat. "Isn't that the man we were looking for?" He asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Yoongi leaned down and grabbed the man's chin, turning his face to take a better look. "It is." He confirmed in a gravelly voice.

"I can't believe Y/N did this!" Jimin exclaimed as he stood beside you. You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Want me to give you a demo?" You sneered, making him move away from you. Yoongi chuckled as he placed his arm around your shoulder. You instantly leaned into him as he placed a kiss on your head. "I guess my sweet and innocent princess, isn't really that innocent. Oh, I've been deceived." He dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Hey!" You whined, pushing him away from you as you pouted. He laughed and pulled you into a hug. "Let's get you home so that I can clean that up and you can sleep, yeah?" He mumbled, examining the dried blood on your lips.

He led you to the passenger seat of the car. "Also, I think it would be pretty hot to see you in action." He smiled cheekily and winked at you before closing the door on your side, a blush tainting your cheeks.

Jung Hoseok:

"Did you just rent out this whole place?" You asked as you twirled around, admiring the interiors of the expensive restaurant. Hoseok smiled as he took in your amusement. "I did. Because I wanted it to be just you and me tonight." He answered, holding your hand and pulling you close to him. He cupped your cheek and tilted his head, his eyes running over all your features before pulling you into a hug. You giggled as you returned the hug, feeling your heart flutter.

To the world, Jung Hoseok was a ruthless mafia boss, but to you, he was everything other than that. You both parted when you heard someone clearing their throat, only to find the waiter with an expensive bottle of champagne. You held hoseok's hand and pulled him to the decorated table set for two, making him turn his attention to you rather than glaring at the waiter. You thanked the waiter as he served you your champagne, earning an annoying look from your boyfriend. "Angel, your attention is supposed to be on me." He complained, lips turning into a pout soon after. You laughed and leaned over the table, giving him a quick kiss. You could tell he was trying to hold back a smile as the little dimples appeared by his lips.

"I expect more than that for doing all this." He joked, referring to the expensive dinner. You placed your chin on the back of your hands as you propped your elbow on the table. "Maybe I will give you something more.." You smirked at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your boldness. "Or maybe not." You finished your sentence, taking a sip of your champagne. Hoseok pursed his lips as he glared at you. But in reality, he was happy to see you being so playful. He never really got to spend time with you and now that everything was going well, he couldn't be more pleased.

Smiling innocently at him, you stood up from your seat as you excused yourself to use the bathroom. The sound of your heels echoed through the corridor as you searched for the bathroom. You sighed in relief when you spotted it, wanting to get back to Hoseok quickly. You had been getting an eerie feeling since you stepped foot in the restaurant, but stayed quiet for the sake of your boyfriend's happiness. It had been a while since you saw him so relaxed and you didn't want to ruin that. After you finished doing your thing, you washed your hands and wiped them with a disposable handkerchief. As soon as you opened the bathroom door to leave, you came face to face with a strange man, your eyes widening on seeing a knife in his hands.

Hoseok glanced at his watch as he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for you to return. You were taking too long which made Hoseok anxious. He couldn't help but think that you were in trouble. So without further delay, he made his way to the bathroom. He heard some sounds of struggle from the corridor ahead and fastened his pace. Just as he turned around a corner, he spotted you holding the back of a man's head and slamming it onto the white marble wall. Your jaw was clenched and blood was running down your arm from a long cut on your forearm. "Y/N!" Hoseok yelled and ran to you. The man groaned as he tried to stand up but you kicked him with all your strength, making you stumble a little. You breathed heavily as Hoseok cupped your face, asking you if you were fine. Suddenly you broke down into tears. You were so terrified when the man attacked you and you had no time to call out for help either. Holding it all in, you tried to fight him and now that it was over, you felt overwhelmed. Hoseok hugged you and kissed your head, whispering sweet things to you, making you feel a little calm.

You currently sat on a chair in the restaurant as Hoseok cleaned your wound. The other members of his gang had arrived soon after Hoseok informed them about what had happened. The staff of the restaurant stood in a line, nervous and scared as Yoongi questioned them. You hissed as the antiseptic made contact with your skin. Hoseok mumbled an apology and continued his task, trying not to cause you too much pain. You leaned your head on the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling. You had never hurt anyone in your entire life and you never thought you'd have to. Of course, when you decided to stand by a mafia leader, you knew you would have to get involved in his work in some way or the other. But you didn't expect it anytime soon since Hoseok worked so hard on trying to keep you safe.

"All done." You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard hoseok's voice. You turned to him and smiled slightly. He quickly caught up to how you were feeling and sighed. "Angel, I know this was terrible for you. But I need you to know that I'm so proud of you for being able to defend yourself. If you wouldn't have been able to protect yourself, then I don't even want to think of what could have happened..." He trailed off, his expression turning into one of sadness. With a shaky breath, you threw your arms around him.

"I love you so much, Hoseok."

"I love you much more, Angel."

Park Jimin:

"Wow! Aren't all these so amazing?" You said, looking around at all the paintings and statues adorning the huge museum. You had been telling Jimin for months about wanting to come here and finally, after a ton of persuasion, he agreed. Looking at your eyes sparkling in amazement, he felt like he should have done this sooner. Slowly walking towards you, he hugged you from behind.

"I'm sorry, baby. You should never have to beg me for anything but that's what I made you do." He stated, burying his face in your neck. You pouted at hearing his apology and turned around. Jimin refused to meet your eyes, only looking at the ground while you held his hand. "Jimin, you were busy. You don't have to apologize. We're here now, aren't we?" You smiled and cupped his cheeks. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes filled with love. You were exactly the one he'd always dreamed of. Sometimes he would hold you close, fearing that you'd disappear.

Before he could say anything his phone rung, making him groan. You chuckled and told him to pick it up. You turned your attention back to the huge painting in front of you, taking in every little detail as he walked away. You smiled when you felt a tap on your shoulder, thinking it was your boyfriend. But that smiled was wiped off when you saw your ex-boyfriend. Your heart quickened its pace and you felt nervous and scared. Your eyes searched around for Jimin but he was nowhere to be seen.

"I must say, I'm quite shocked to see you alone, darling. Did he finally get tired of you?" He mocked, taking a step towards you. You tried your best to not show how bothered you were by his presence but it wasn't easy. You ended up taking a step back, making him smirk when he saw how affected you were. He placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to flinch. You felt disgusted under his touch. "I'll take that as a yes. I told you, didn't I? That no one would ever tolerate you as much as I did. See how that went?" He mumbled, staring deep in your eyes as his grip on your shoulder tightened.

"L-let me go!" You retorted, grabbing his hand to get it off you but it didn't budge. He chuckled seeing you struggle, certainly enjoying how helpless you looked. "Or maybe I should just take you with me." He mocked, holding your wrist with his other hand. Your breath hitched and your movements stopped. You had two choices now, either you keep him here until Jimin comes back or you make sure he never bothers you again. You chose the latter, taking a deep breath.

You lifted your foot and jabbed your pencil heel into his, making him scream and let go of you. Everyone around you whipped their heads to see what was going on. Letting out a grunt, you swung your handbag across his face and he fell to the ground. You heard a few gasps from around you, making you feel proud of yourself. Before you could strike again, you felt two hands grab you from behind.

"That might be enough, baby." You heard Jimin mumble from behind you. Looking at the guards, you sighed in relief and turned to your boyfriend. Instantly you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. Jimin was in awe when he saw you fighting someone who had terribly hurt you once. He felt so giddy that for a moment, he forgot that he was supposed to help you. "You know, you being untouchable makes more sense now. That was just so....hot." Jimin remarked, making you blush. "I should leave you alone more now." He continued.

You gasped and hit his chest, pouting slightly. The entire day was spent in you ignoring him and him, oh-so-desperately trying to get your attention.

Kim Taehyung:

You tightened your grip on taehyung's hand as you both entered the club, cursing under your breath on seeing the mass of bodies grinding on each other. This wasn't the first time that you were coming to this club, however, it was the first time you were coming here with Taehyung. This was the club where you had met him. You noticed how the people on the dance floor had started to move to the side, creating a path for you to go your way. You looked at Taehyung to find him smiling at you. "You underestimate me, baby." He stated, smirking at you before kissing your head. He wasn't wrong though. You were aware of how people were scared of him but you had never witnessed it on this scale. A whole lot of people, moving away, all at once on seeing your boyfriend. You let Taehyung lead you towards the VIP lounge, getting excited to meet the rest of the members.

"Finally!" You heard Jungkook yell as you entered the lounge, the loud music dissipating to a mumble. You laughed as he came and hugged you, followed by the others. Soon enough, laughs and chatters filled the huge room along with the beats of the music. "I was thinking we should appoint more guards for Y/N's protection," Namjoon suggested, taking a sip of his drink. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why? I already have 2 following me everywhere. No more, please!" You whined, covering your face with your hands. You already felt like a child, being watched over all the time and if more people took to this job, then you weren't sure if you would be able to do anything anymore. Before anyone could say anything, loud screams echoed outside the lounge making your eyes widen. Everyone quickly stood up as a guard came stumbling into the lounge with blood seeping down his arm. He was panting heavily, mouth opening and closing, again and again, clearly wanting to say something. But before he could get a word out, he blacked out. You turned to look at everyone with fear evident across your face. They all had different expressions, confused, concerned, murderous.

"Y/N, I need you to stay here. Don't you dare come out. Understood?" Taehyung ordered, looking at you with a serious expression. You slowly nodded as they all hurried out of the room. A couple of minutes passed with no sign of what was going on. As you moved closer to the entrance of the lounge, your heart nearly jumped out when a man came inside, blood dripping down his chin. You whimpered when his eyes landed on you, his lips tugging at one corner. You screamed when he ran behind you and wrapped his arm around your neck. You gripped his arm, trying to get out of his hold, which only made him hold on tighter. You relaxed a little on seeing Taehyung enter the lounge, followed by the others. Taehyung's expression turned dark and threatening, making you shudder. Adding to your misery, you felt a cool metal against the side of your forehead.

"Come any closer and I'll blow her brains out!" You heard the man hiss. The air in the room grew thick as everyone exchanged glances, thinking of possible ways to get you out of the situation. You decided you weren't gonna wait for someone to help you. The blood from the man was falling on your shoulder, making you squirm.

Gathering all your strength, you threw back your elbow and hit the man in the stomach, making him bend over, clutching the spot you hit. You twisted one of his arms, bringing it behind his back with a tight grip. Your free hand quickly grabbed the gun that lay on the ground beside him, placing it against his head. Everyone stared at you in awe. The man started struggling in your grip, you weren't as strong as him anyway.

"Is anyone gonna help me?!" You bellowed, bringing your gaze to Taehyung who held an unfathomable expression. Jungkook rushed to you while the others only stared, taking the gun from you and hitting it against the man's head, knocking him unconscious. You stood against the wall nearby, catching your breath. Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. You gave him a slight smile when Taehyung cleared his throat and made his way to you. Cupping your cheeks, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before asking you if you were hurt. You shook your head and buried your face in his chest, sighing in relief when he gave you his warm hug.

"I was so scared, baby girl." He mumbled against your head. You smiled and leaned back to look at him. "Really? I remember you saying that no one could ever take me away from you. Now you're just making me doubt you." You narrowed your eyes at him, teasing him. He tightened his grip on your waist and chuckled. "Oh no, baby. I'm still sure about that. I was just scared that you'd kill him." He pointed towards the unconscious man. You gasped and hit his chest, making him laugh and pull you back into a hug.

Jeon Jungkook:

"Do you need a ride home, Y/N?" Your best friend inquired. You gently shook your head and informed her that your boyfriend will be picking you up. She hugged you and bid farewell, getting into her car and driving off. You stood at the curb, looking around for jungkook's car but when you couldn't see it, you decided to call him. He picked up just as the phone rung. "We got hung up a little, love. Hold on, we should be there in 10 minutes if Jin Hyung decides to drive faster." You could hear how annoyed he was. You mumbled an okay before hearing Jin curse, making you giggle.

Hanging up the phone, you stood by the lamppost which cast a dim light on you. It was getting quieter on the streets now, even the cafe you went to was closing. You sighed and closed your eyes, letting the cool air fan your face.

This was one of the moments when you felt at ease. No worries. No overthinking. You were absolutely content with how life was and a major part of it was Jungkook. Even though you despised him initially, with time he proved that he was the man you dreamed of.

Suddenly you felt a hand clamp around your mouth, making your entire body jolt into action. Your eyes frantically looked around for any kind of help but all you could see were the empty sidewalks and the quiet roads. "Don't make this harder, missy. No one's saving you tonight." You heard a gruff voice from behind you while you tried to get out of his grip.

Jungkook's eyes widened when he saw you being held by someone. His heart was pounding. The car was still a little far from you but close enough for Jungkook to see you struggling. Jin stepped on the gas, speeding up the pace of the car when he saw what was happening. But you didn't notice anything, too scared to look around anymore. Halting your failed attempts, you opened your mouth and bit harshly into the man's hand. As he screamed and let you out of his grip, you turned around and held the back of his head. Squeezing your eyes shut, you slammed it into the lamppost. You breathed heavily as you felt the man fall to the ground, still not opening your eyes. Jungkook stood still as he saw you defending yourself. He was surprised, you were never the kind of person to hurt anyone, let alone physically. You just didn't have it in you. It was only when he saw your trembling form, that he rushed towards you.

"Y/N!" You heard jungkook's voice call out. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw him running towards you, making you sigh in relief. He pulled you into his arms as you buried your face in his neck. He mumbled calming things to you, kissing your head again and again as if trying to assure himself that you were fine. "He's knocked out for now. I'll take care of this and you take her home. Good job Y/N!" You returned Jin's proud smile, feeling better after hearing his appreciation.

Jungkook took you to the car while Jin called the others to inform them. "Are you hurt, love?" Jungkook asked, putting on your seatbelt for you. Your heart fluttered for some reason, clearly, you still weren't used to being taken care of. Leaning forward, you kissed your boyfriend's cheek making him look at you in confusion, feeling grateful for the lack of light preventing you from seeing him blush. "I love you." You stated, admiring his face. Slowly, he grinned and cupped your cheeks before kissing you sweetly. "I love you more." He whispered, leaning his forehead on yours.

I'm back y'all! No exams anymore and now I can write and update as much as I want. I'm probably updating after like 2 months? I'm sorry. Let's hope there aren't any typos in there. I hope you like it!

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