I decided to sleep on the couch that night. Taehyung offered for me to take his bed, but since I hadn't exactly been given permission to do so and I was still a little scared of Jin and Namjoon, I didn't think it would be a good idea. Coupled with the fact that I had complicated my relationship between Taehyung and Jungkook exponentially, I thought some time to myself would be smarter. Of course, in a house of seven men, having time to myself wasn't really a luxury I could count on.

The padding of feet and rustling of the refrigerator in the kitchen woke me up around three in the morning. I tossed and turned on the deep couch, but couldn't get my mind to settle again. Finally, I peeked over the back of the couch fully expecting to find Jin. To my shock, it was Namjoon fixing a sandwich. I propped my head on my arms over the back cushions and watched silently as he poured some milk, shoved the sandwich in his mouth, and grabbed a bag of chips. When he turned and saw me, he stopped and looked at me like a deer in headlights. With a sheepish grin dimpling his cheeks, he came and sat beside me on the couch.

"Sorry," he said once he'd sat his drink down and pulled the sandwich from his mouth, "I didn't know you were in here. Was Jungkook snoring again?"

I sighed and turned around, pulling my feet up underneath me and turning on the massive TV hanging on the wall. It was on a weather channel, so I just left it there for the monotonous noise. "No. I didn't think I should be in there tonight."

"Because of what happened with you and Tae?"

I looked at him wide-eyed with my mouth hanging open. Namjoon grinned and shoved a chip in my open mouth. "There aren't many secrets in this house."

"That's comforting," I said, chewing the chip and stealing another.

Namjoon propped his feet up on the edge of the coffee table and watched as the screen displayed another incoming rain front. "Have you thought about talking to Jungkook and Taehyung about everything?"

"How do I even bring that up?" And what about the fact that I'm attracted to everyone else in this house, apparently?

"I don't know, but they're both pretty reasonable guys." I felt him turn his gaze on me from the corner of my eye. "I'm sure they understand that you're an attractive girl and there's obviously going to be more than one of us interested in you."

I didn't miss the "us" part, but I didn't let him know. I didn't want to add to my problems. "Yeah, but guys aren't usually the most understanding when it comes to competition over women."

Namjoon chuckled softly, putting his dishes on the table before relaxing into the cushions with his hands clasped casually across his stomach. "I don't know if you've noticed, but we aren't exactly the most average guys."

"Oh, I've noticed. Which is my problem."

Joon glanced over at me again. This time I returned his look as I shifted in my seat so I could prop my arm over the back of the couch. I took in his casual sweatpants, loose t-shirt, and messy hair which was unlike what I had come to expect from him. He let out a slow breath and leaned his head back. "Well, which one are you more interested in?"

"It's not that simple." It should have been weird to have such an open conversation with Joon, but it was strangely easy. I blamed it on either my exhaustion at being woken up in the middle of the night, or Joon's uncharacteristically relaxed demeanor. "I like them both."

"Then see them both. It's not like you're talking about marriage."

I pulled a face. "Now I know you've lost your mind. You want me to do... whatever this is... with two friends who live in the same house?"

He chuckled again. "Morgan, we've lived together for years. We're used to sharing everything."

"We're not talking about sharing a car or a bathroom, Joon. I'm a person. And what if," I wrinkled my nose, "feelings get involved?"

"Look. I know my men, Morgan. Just talk to them. You might be surprised. Human lives are short, relatively speaking. Ours are likely even shorter than average. It would be a shame to pass up the opportunity to find even a fleeting moment of enjoyment just because of something as transient as social mores. As long as you are honest with yourself, and them, and nothing gets in the way of any of you doing your job, it shouldn't be a problem."

"You know, you're a lot easier to talk to in the middle of the night."

His full lips turned up into a boyish smile as he rolled his head to the side and lifted his eyebrows into his hair. "You'd be surprised how different I am when I don't have to be "on" for the outside world."

I bit my lip as my heart fluttered. I tried to calm my stupid ass down, but it was a futile effort given the way Joon was looking at me. "It must be hard to always be that person when you're away from here."

"You have no idea. It's definitely nice to have this place and these people to come home to. To have a place where I can be free to do and be whatever I want."

I turned back to the TV, letting an amicable silence fall between us. After a few minutes, I saw Joon's chin bobbing down toward his chest as his eyes fluttered shut. I smiled to myself and grabbed a cashmere blanket out of the basket beside the couch. I leaned forward to drape it over his sleeping frame, smiling at the cute way his lips parted. When the blanket fell across him, his eyes fluttered again and his lip turned up at the corner. He looked so much younger and softer. Too gentle to be the killer I knew him to be. My hand itched to trace his soft, full lower lip, but I didn't dare move. I bit my lip instead, focusing on the pain to keep me from doing something stupid.

"They aren't the only ones," he muttered softly.

"Hmm?"

His eyes tried to open, blinking slowly in his half-sleep state. "They aren't the only ones who want you." Without another word, Joon's eyes shut tight and he rolled over and curled against the side of the couch. Not really knowing what else to do, I curled up with my pillow on the opposite end and let the comforting sound of his even breaths lull me back to sleep.

When I woke a few hours later, I was alone on the couch and the blanket had been laid across me and pulled up to my chin. I smiled and snuggled into the soft weave as I waited and listened for the sound of everyone else in the house stirring awake. When it was safe that I wouldn't wake anyone else up, I rolled over and started to fold the blanket to put it back in the basket.

The guys started to file into the kitchen one by one as the red light of the rising sun broke through the black of the nighttime sky. I yawned and looked out over the valley to the city lights below. My memories of those streets were starting to fade into nothing just like every other memory I'd had before, but this time it filled me with a foreign emotion. That sad, broken, scared little girl was fading away and being replaced with something much stronger. And darker.

"So, you decided to sleep on the couch last night," Jin said with a touch of amusement to his voice. I turned around on the couch to watch as he started to pull supplies from the fridge and the cabinets for breakfast. "Did Jungkook snore too loudly?"

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. "No. I just felt like I needed a little privacy." It wasn't entirely a lie. Jin nodded but didn't turn around. I sighed with relief that he hadn't decided to press the matter. Yoongi and Hobi came into the room next, followed by Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon glanced at me, but didn't make any reference to our late night conversation. He just poured himself a cup of coffee and looked over his handheld. Hobi came around and plopped on the couch beside me. He rolled his head over to me and gave me a warm smile. I relaxed into the cushions and returned it.

"So what are we doing with the new girl today," Yoongi asked as he took a seat at the island. I had the feeling he was asking Jin since he was the boss, but I wasn't sure.

Nobody spoke for about a minute and I started to wonder if no one had heard him. He did speak kind of softly.

But as the first sound crossed Jin's full lips, the thundering of pounding feet sounded overhead then made its way to the stairs.

"She's gone! She's fucking gone," Jungkook yelled as he barreled into the room. Everyone's head popped up to look at his as he slid to a stop on his bare feet by the kitchen island. "Have you seen her?"

Jin stared at the youngest, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open, and pointed toward me slowly with the spatula he had in his hands. Jungkook's eyes followed just as slow. I was turned around the back of the couch again and waved weakly when his gaze met mine. His shoulders visibly slumped and he huffed out a breath.

"Shit," he breathed out as he made his way over to the couch and smooshed himself between me and Hobi. The older gave the younger a harsh look before sliding out of his way. "When I didn't see you in the bed, I thought you'd ran away or something."

"Why would I do something stupid like that," I asked. My feet were pulled up into the couch, so I had to maneuver to get out of his space. Or get him out of mine.

"Maybe you were afraid I'd be mad over what happened with you and Tae," he said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes like he'd woke up about an hour sooner than he'd wanted to. Despite bringing up me and Tae, he seemed unbothered.

My eyes widened so far, I briefly worried they'd pop out of my skull. "You know about that?"

"Of course," he said, not opening his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. "Jimin told me."

I whipped my head around to the blond boy who was grinning deviously over his glass of juice. "I walked in on you guys," he said sheepishly.

"What," I screeched, gripping the cushions to keep from falling off the couch. Jin and Yoongi abandoned what they were doing to turn and watch the whole thing go down.

Jimin grinned like a cat and sat his cup down on the island, sliding onto an open stool. "I heard Tae's bike pull up and went to see how the whole thing with Monsta X went and walked in on you two getting hot and heavy on that old worktable." He snickered and looked away. "Honestly, I was impressed that thing didn't collapse."

Yoongi sputtered into his coffee cup, spraying some back on his face. Jin handed him a towel, very clearly trying to keep from laughing, himself, but not taking his eyes off Jimin and me.

And of course, Taehyung chose that moment to stumble into the room with a big, boxy grin stretching from one ear to the other. He was only wearing a pair of loose pajama pants so that when he stretched his arms over his head and yawned, I got a clear view of all his corded muscle flexing in the warm morning light. My face flushed hotter than fire.

"Good morning everyone," he said sleepily.

I had never seen so many people in one place trying to hold back their laughter at the same time. Even Namjoon was biting his lip as he focused a little too intently on his coffee. Taehyung noticed the strange looks as he glanced around the room. His smile faltered a little when he realized he'd walked into something.

"What did I miss?"

Jungkook, seemingly half asleep beside me, spoke up first. "Jimin blabbed."

"More like that table blabbed. You should have heard it! Squeaky squeaky squeak. For like thirty fucking minutes! Honestly, Tae, you should probably share your cardio routine cause you've got some fucking stamina."

That was it. Everyone lost it at Jimin's unintentional pun. Everyone but me. I grabbed a pillow to cover my face with as I tried to become one with the couch. Taehyung laughed, too, although his face turned a lighter shade of red than mine probably was right then. He looked down at the floor and shuffled over to the chair beside me, flopping down into it and stretching his legs out in front of him while he waited on the other guys to catch their breath.

"This isn't happening," I groaned.

Namjoon, bless him, was the first to speak. He came over and jerked the pillow away from my face. "I told you, Morgan. We don't keep secrets from each other. It's not a big deal. It's just sex."

"You're not the one who's sexual choices are being discussed in a roomful of hot guys."

Fuck. That thought was supposed to stay firmly inside my own head. I squeaked...much like the table, apparently...and covered my face with my hands. When I peeked over my fingers, Namjoon was still staring down at me with one eyebrow cocked. Then the fucker smirked, dimpling his cheek. He had to know what that did to me. I rolled my eyes and dropped my head backwards over the arm of the couch.

Taehyung chuckled and leaned forward so that his face hovered over mine. His shaggy hair fell forward, tickling my nose. "Well, at least now, if you want to do it again, you don't have to worry about being quiet."

I shoved his face back with my whole hand and winced as his deep laughter rumbled through the room. "You're not helping."

Hobi grabbed Jungkook and rolled him to the other end of the couch, climbing over him to take his spot. He patted my shin reassuringly. "Really, Morgan, it's not a big deal. We've all been together so long that we're really open with each other. Maybe too much so. We tend to forget that not everyone is like that. If you don't want us discussing things like this in front of you, just let us know."

I picked my head up and looked at Hoseok for a few seconds to gauge his meaning. His smile was friendly and warm. I didn't get the idea that he was being anything other than helpful. I sighed and dropped my head back.

"It's not like it matters now." I sat up quickly, turning and pointing at the guys in the kitchen even though they'd returned to what they were doing before. Everyone except Jimin, who was still watching me with those calculating eyes of his. "But if...and this is a big if... it happens again with any one of you, not a single word."

"Wait...so there's still a chance for the rest of us?" Jungkook picked his head up off the back of the couch, suddenly wide awake.

I groaned and jumped off the couch, making a bee line for the stairs.

"Hey! Hurry up with your little tantrum and get back down here. Breakfast is almost ready," Jin shouted around the corner.

"Yes, sir," I shouted back as I stomped up the stairs to Jungkook's room, slamming the door behind me.

This chapter is just shitty fluff, but I struggled so hard to think of how to bridge the sex scene with the next part, so this is what we're stuck with. I tried, fam!