You were currently dressed up in the most flashy dress you had ever worn with a pair of killer heels on your feet. The dress was black and reached the floor (hence the heels) and flowing underneath a tight bodice. The neckline was low cut but not by too much, and you had to admit, it was flattering. The heels were silver and matched the silver clutch you had in one hand, and even with them on, you just about reached above Namjoon's shoulder. You were also unwillingly clinging to him, as you hadn't walked in heels for some time, and they were taking some getting used to.

Namjoon himself was dressed in a suit, which wasn't unusual, but this time he was wearing a tie, which he usually skipped. By his side, a step behind, was his right-hand man, Hoseok (also in his usual suit) and next to you, again, a step behind, was your guard, Jimin. Jimin was also dressed in his usual suit, but to you, it seemed a little different, after you had seen him bare-chested just a few nights ago.

You climbed carefully into the back of a shiny, expensive black car, and Namjoon slid in beside you. Hoseok got behind the wheel, and Jimin took the seat next to him in the front passenger seat. Once you were strapped safely to your seat, the car began to move, and you stared almost wistfully out of the tinted black windows. There was another car following you from behind, also full of Namjoon's men dressed in suits, and you were one hundred percent sure that they were armed to the teeth.

You didn't really know where you were going, and it was unusual for you to accompany your husband to whatever events he attended, but he soon explained to you what was happening.

"In case Jimin didn't tell you," Namjoon said, looking over at you, "We are going to visit a close friend of mine to congratulate him on the birth of his son. There will be lots of people there, so I expect you to stay beside me at all times,"

You nodded briefly and Namjoon continued to talk.

"You can be polite and answer questions, but don't talk to any men, unless it's myself, of course. You can talk to Jimin and Hoseok as well. You are not to leave my side, do you understand?"

"Yes, Namjoon," You sighed, "I understand,"

"Good," He leaned back in his seat, and you noticed Jimin glance back at you before you spent the rest of the drive in silence.

When you arrived, Hoseok and Jimin hopped out of the car first, and Hoseok opened the door for Namjoon. Once he was out, you slid across the seat and took his offered hand to get out of the car.

He slid his arm around your waist and led you towards the huge front door of a house that seemed a little larger than the house you were living in.

The door swung open before he could ring the bell, to reveal a huge reception room full of scary looking people. Namjoon guided you inside and towards the back of the room, where you could see a long table with a few people seated along the back.

A man saw you both coming and stood up, a smile on his face He was handsome, but had strong, intimidating eyes, and a long, curved scar down the side of his face, just to the side of his eye. There was a woman next to him, rocking a small baby in her arms.

"Namjoon, thanks for coming,"

"Yoongi,"

The two shook hands and the man turned his attention to you, "This is the famed wife?" He said, and Namjoon nodded.

"Yoongi, this is Autumn. Autumn, this is Min Yoongi, and his wife, Daisy,"

"Perfect timing," The man said, after nodding at you, "We have something to discuss. Your wife can keep Daisy company,"

Namjoon hesitated a moment and Yoongi grinned, "You can leave a guard with her," He peered over your shoulder at Jimin, "That one, am I right?"

"Yeah, that's him,"

"Leave the guard. I swear that no one will touch her. Security is tight, Namjoon, do you think I'd let anyone in near my son?"

You felt your husband relax and he nodded, "Of course," He turned to you, "Go and sit with Daisy, I'll be back soon," He pressed a small kiss into your temple, and let go of your waist before following Yoongi away from the table.

Jimin followed as you went and took the seat Yoongi was previously in, and he stood a few steps away, leaning casually against the wall.

"Hi," Yoongi's wife, Daisy smiled at you, "Nice to finally meet you. We've heard a lot about you,"

"You have?" You asked, "But Namjoon..." You trailed off, remembering how you met.

"You're famous," She said, shifting her grip on her baby and moving her chair a little closer, "Namoon won't let anyone look at you or talk to you. He keeps you away from everyone, so we were all curious. I can see why, you're very pretty. Besides, Namjoon was the most eligible bachelor around,"

You smiled a little, "I don't think it's because I'm pretty. He just doesn't want me to talk to anyone. Probably because I'll embarrass him,"

Daisy shook her head, "No, he's insanely jealous, and he wants to protect you. The less involved you are, the less people see you. And that keeps you safe. He must really care,"

"Right," You said softly, glancing back at Jimin, who just winked at you. You weren't sure you believed her, because she didn't know the circumstances under which you met.

"Is Yoongi not like that with you"

Daisy laughed, "I can take care of myself, Autumn. I may look like this, but I grew up in this world," She grinned, "Yoongi found that out the hard way when we first met," You cocked your head to the side in confusion, "You didn't see the huge scar on his face? I did that with my knife when he got a little too handsy one night. He respected me properly ever since,"

"Knife?"

"It was a long time ago. You're already married, so of course, you'd never need to do anything like that. Namjoon is a good guy,"

Images of your husband covered in blood, or hovering over you while drunk flashed across your mind. Someone who was so rough, and so violent, was most certainly not a good guy.

"Yeah," You muttered, "A good guy,"

"Moving on," Daisy said with a smile, "Do you want to hold Jooheon?"