Jimin was hanging uncharacteristically close to you all day. He even took over for the guard outside your room while you had a shower, and rubbed your feet again for you while you were drying your hair; ("They hurt a lot last night so I want to get rid of the pain,")

You felt that throughout the day, he was also getting closer and closer to you, as if he was trying to tell you something without actually speaking. However, there were still members of Namjoon's group around the house, so he wasn't as forward as he was previously.

Just as you were searching through the cupboards to find something to make for yourself to eat for dinner, you heard the front door open, and Jimin came into the room, letting out a sigh of relief and dragging his fingers through his hair.

"Finally," He muttered, huffing again and heading to the coffee machine, "I thought they'd be around all day,"

"What's the matter?" You asked, pulling ingredients out of the cupboard.

"Well I can't be your friend when they're around," He said, picking up his steaming mug of coffee and drinking half of it in one go, "I have to just be your guard,"

"My friend?" You said, your cheeks heating up as he looked at you over the top of his mug.

"You don't want that?" His eyes turned sad, "I thought you were lonely, so I wanted to make you happy," He paused, and his face turned mischievous, "Unless you want more? I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did like that kiss,"

You choked on the air you were breathing in, your face turning redder than a ripe tomato.

Jimin placed his coffee mug on the counter next to him and moved to you on light feet. He reached out, gently closing the cupboard door and leaned his face in close to yours, "Ma'am," He said seriously, "I'm telling the truth. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself. There's something about you that just draws me in. It makes me so mad that the Boss can't appreciate you. I can't stand how he treats you like some second class citizen. Even the way he took you from your parents was wrong, but I am grateful for that; I wouldn't have met you if he didn't,"

You gulped, not sure how to respond. Jimin's face was inches from yours, and your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were pretty sure he could hear it as well.

"Is it okay that I feel this way?" He asked softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, "Is it okay for me to love you like this?"

"L-Love?" You gasped, your eyes wide, "I- I- Jimin, I-" You weren't able to even get out a reply, you were so flustered, but you were spared the agony of thinking up a response when you heard the front door open and Jimin quickly moved away from you to lean on the counter again, as if he had never been in your face telling you he loved you.

You were surprised when Namjoon strolled in with some men at his back, and watched as they all dispersed and went their different directions. Namjoon, however, spotted you in the kitchen and came in, and you could see splatters of bright red blood on his crisp white shirt.

"Thanks, Jimin," He grunted, "You can go now,"

Jimin dipped his head and looked pointedly at you, before turning and leaving the kitchen. You watched as your husband washed his hands in the sink and splashed the cool water into his face, before drying it on a tea towel that was hanging from the handle of the drawer under the sink.

"I thought you wouldn't be home for dinner?" You said softly, "I don't know if I have enough ingredients,"

Namjoon paused, as if he was having a thought, before he strode to you and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you from the kitchen and up the stairs, and as you passed Jimin, you could see the look of anger and hurt on his face as he watched your husband drag you away.

Namjoon kept pulling until you were both locked in your room. Nervously, you perched on the edge of your bed while your husband seemed to gather his thoughts, before he actually addressed you.

"I'm home," He said simply, and you chewed your lip nervously.

"Yes, welcome back," You responded, and he sighed, running his hands through his blonde hair.

"Are you hurt?" He asked abruptly, "Were you hurt yesterday?"

"I'm not hurt," You replied, feeling a little confused.

"I didn't ask because I was so angry," He said, shrugging out of his jacket and loosening his tie. You felt your stomach jump at the action. You really weren't in the mood for sex after what Jimin had said to you. You weren't ever in the mood for sex.

As he unbuttoned his blood-stained white shirt, Namjoon continued to talk, "You're safe," He said, "They won't be bothering you again,"

"Me?" You said, watching as Namjoon struggled to undo one of the buttons on his shirt. It seemed to have a thread stuck around it, so it wouldn't open. You got up and moved to him, worried that he was just going to rip it open; last time he did that, the button flew off and hit you in the face.

You worked the button open for him and he lowered his arms, watching you with his cold eyes. When it was done, you went to step back, but Namjoon reached out, tilting your face up to look at him. He leaned down, pressing his lips into yours gently, before moving away. He slipped his arms out of the shirt, and you could see his muscles bunch under his golden skin as he balled it up and threw it towards the washing basket in the corner of the room.

He also had a sleeve of tattoos on his arm and all down his back, but he also had what looked like two sets of Roman numerals on his chest above his heart, that he had gotten after you married. You couldn't figure out what they meant though; you were never any good at roman numerals.

His body wasn't as defined as Jimin's, but Namjoone was bigger and more powerful, so his body was just as impressive. You knew that first hand, of course. If you didn't know just how rough he was, that gentle kiss would have made you blush.

"Yes, you," Namjoon said, heading to the walk-in wardrobe and coming out with another shirt, "They were after you,"

"Why?" You asked, your heart pounding again, "What did I do?"

"It's because of me," Your husband grunted, selecting another tie and putting it around his neck, "They think they can get to me through you,"

"They can't though, can they?" You said quietly.

Namjoon froze half way through doing his tie. He fixed his cold glare on you and you felt a shiver go up your spine. After a moment of staring at you, he finished getting dressed.

"Change into something else," He said, grabbing his jacket and heading out of the bedroom door, "We're going out for dinner. I'm hungry,"

With a sigh, you headed for the same wardrobe and chose a pretty black dress. Once you had changed, you heard a light knock on the door and opened it, trying not to smile when you saw Jimin waiting for you.

"You look beautiful, Ma'am," He smiled sadly, "The Boss is waiting downstairs for you,"