(Jungkook's POV)

"JUNGKOOOOOOK!" Namjoon screeches, stalking into the room, his face red in rage and expression cross. "What the hell is this!?" The veins in his neck pop as he gestures towards the TV screen swiftly.

It was a no brainer that he was angry. Actually, this is probably the angriest any of the members have ever seen the man, pacing in his steps, breath rate shaky and heart rate skyrocketing.

My lips form into a flat line, pressed together in fright as Namjoon's jaw flexes, his hand wrapping around the base of the lamp resting on the nightstand, chucking it towards the ground. A loud smash earns the attention of the remaining members in the dorm, all of them rushing to scene only to be met with shards of shattered glass on the ground.

"Yah! Answer me!" Namjoon bellowed, the others flinching due to his harsh tone.

I remain silent, feet shuffling as I can't bring myself to say anything.

Namjoon scoffs. "Are you not going to answer? Fine then." He approached me, footsteps heavy as his anger pounded through the floor, his hand gripping the collar of my shirt. Next, his fist met my face.

"Urgh." I groan, tumbling to the ground, my head hitting the wall.

"Answer me." He demands.

Tears sting my eyes, as the metallic taste fills my mouth, red drops spilling from my lips. I avert my gaze in shame. I knew I had disappointed him. "Okay. Just calm down."

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Namjoon allows a long breath as he paces back and forth, his teeth grazing on his fingernails nervously as his gaze trailed from the ground to me. It had been clear in his eyes that he was fretting over what to do next. "You what!?"

"Well I got a little drunk... She was the one who clung to me!" I whine.

"You deliberately disobeyed me. I knew something was up." He mumbles the last sentence to himself, his words bitter. There's a small moment of silence. "Did you... use protection?"

My nose scrunches in disgust. "You really think I would sleep with anyone and everyone?"

Namjoon maintains his gaze. "Did you do it?"

I thrash my head back, shoulders shaking as my stomach grew pained from the shortage of breath due to laughter. "You're kidding right? No! Off course I didn't fuck anyone. You really think I would do that?"

"To be honest, yes." Jimin chimes in, walking into the kitchen.

"Shut up Jimin. No one likes you." I snicker, earning a glare from the blonde in response.

"Yah! At least I don't toy with girls for a living." He defends, pouring some milk into a glass.

"Tch." I ignore Jimin, eyes rolling in annoyance. "Whatever." I mumble, salty. Namjoon runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

"So what are you going to do?" Namjoon challenges.

My brows knit in confusion to his question. "What do you mean, what am I going to do? I don't need to do anything." I return, eyeing down my hyung with caution observing his every movement as his expression changed.

He scoffs. "Do you really feel like getting in more trouble?" Namjoon threatens.

"No." I whisper shaking my head, thinking about what could happen; the man's fist meeting my face again possibly?

I groan, planting myself on the couch, my head falling back as I sigh. "Well what should I do? I mean there's no point in even talking to the woman."

Namjoon shakes his head. "For one thing, since these pictures spread online, we need to be in contact with her. Also..." He drags.

"Also what?" I continue, an intense desire to uncover just what exactly was so terrible that he would hesitate so much to say.

"I think to avoid confusion, you should date her." He blabs.

Eyes shooting open, my head cocks in his direction, mouth hanging wide in surprise. "What!? No way!"

He rolls his eyes. "Oh c'mon, you just have to pretend to date her." He attempts to reason.

"Hell no! What's in it for me?" I huff, arms folded across my chest in stubbornness, my voice sharp as it rose in volume.

A smirk traverses Namjoon's lips. "Well..."

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(Y/N'S POV)

"Oh shit! what do I do!? H-he's a celebrity?"

Now you had really done it.

Your mind had went into panic mode, the whole world around you crashing down. How could this be? Of all the people in the world to suffer like this, why on earth were you the one to fall victim to the universe's twisted karma?

His muffled voice tickles your ears, delighting them as the apples of your cheeks burned a lurid scarlet.

"Mhm~ Had fun tonight babe~?" A soft moan sounds from his lips, his feverish touch dancing down your body, hands slithering around your figure, pulling you close. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent.

He chuckles. "You were fun."

You shake your head at the rather perverted thoughts embedding your conscious. "No, no. There's no way he actually..." You trail off, mind becoming lost in thought as you pictured his thousands of fans tackling you to the ground mercilessly.

"Should I flee the country?" A shiver crawls over your skin, the hair on the back of your standing as a sickening anxiety began to form in the pit of your stomach.

Your hands run through his umber locks, somehow creating a sense of comfort as his lips pressed against the crook of your neck, his voice whispering sweet words into your ear.

"Mhm~ Who are you to be hiding from me my whole life?" He mumbles, plump lips grazing away on your neck.

You whimper, your senses impaired in this maze of lust, as your body sunk into his.

"Where did you come from?"

You nearly choke on your own saliva, when an abrupt knock from the front door snaps you out of your mind's fantasies.

You raise an eyebrow. "Who the heck shows up at this hour?" Reluctantly, you stagger to the door, swinging it wide open, only for your confidence to fall the moment you lay eyes on him.

The colour instantly drains from your face as he aggressively grabs you by the wrist. "Come with me." He growls through gritted teeth. "What are you doing?" You squeak. The boy dodges your question with ease, silence being his only answer as he drags you into the deserted parking lot behind the shadow of the building.

"Yah! Is your IQ below 10? You dimwit, I asked you what you're doing." You shout, annoyed. As if your last words hit him hard, he comes to a halt, pivoting towards you.

"I'm not doing this cause I want to." He growls, taking you aback.

You scoff. "Psh. Yeah right..." You grumble, skeptical.

"Alright, that's enough." A third voice barges, interrupting you in the midst of your bickering with the idiot off to the side. You chuckle nervously, not even realizing there was a third party watching the whole time. A sheepish smile plasters your lips, cheeks turning rosy as you grow silent.

Something about the tall man standing in shadows casted by the moonlight, had intimidated you — making you want to make a run for it without looking back.

The plum-colour haired man smirks, a ring of smoke exiting his lips. The cigarette resting comfortably in the crook between his index and middle finger drops, his foot crushing the discarded white tube to eliminate the remaining ember.

"Sorry to disturb you so late at night, but we'd like to discuss some things with you." The stranger speaks.

You respond by giving him a nervous nod despite feeling quite unenthusiastic about the whole situation. Really at this point, you just wanted to get the problem dealt with so you wouldn't have meet Mr. Zombie of an IQ again.

"Well I'd like to apologize on his behalf. My deepest apologies." The stranger does a deep bow, head raising after a few seconds, "I know that I alone cannot restore your dignity and pride, so I'm prepared to offer a deal."

The word 'deal' had captured your attention, sounding like music to your ears. Until now, you really didn't care how this man was sugar coating his words which had zero relevance to the issue at hand.

"What kind a deal?" You question, the brunette beside you grimacing.

The stranger takes a deep breath, "How would you like becoming his girlfriend?"

"WHAT!?" You clamp your hand over your mouth, regaining your composure almost instantly as your swallowed your shock with nervous laughter.

"Um no, I'm a single lady, thanks. And also I hate this guy." You lie, well except for the last part because let's face it, who would to go out with such a vulgar coconut head.

"Did I mention the pay?" The stranger observes your reaction closely, a grin creeping on the corners of his lips.

"How much are we talking?" You ask, folding your arms, one eyebrow raised.

"100$ per hour. Depends how much you work." Your eyes widen. Had you really heard this right? This purple haired looking gangster is offering you 100$ per hour, to play girlfriend? Sketchy...

However, you weren't a greedy person. You weren't one who desired money deeply and preferred personal happiness over the riches the world had to offer. Slaving away to this demon was the last thing you would do, unless someone could provide a good explanation as to how this would benefit anyone. With all this, you knew you wouldn't be tempted so easily.

You shrug, shaking your head. "Thanks for the offer but I'm not interested." Both of the grown men gawk as you reject what they had supposed was the perfect plan.

Stupid.

As those who are wealthy, they really expected you to bend to their every will huh? Had your rejection really been that shocking?

"Who would've known even top idols abuse their power." You smirk, your words bitter as they flowed from your lips. Giving a final glance, your turn the other cheek, beginning to part ways from them.

"Wait miss! Is there anything you want that will change your mind? Forgive this idiot. He's young and irresponsible. You don't want to ruin his life right?" The boy with sangria locks calls out, his voice desperate as the brunette stood back and watched wordlessly.

You flinch, your smile growing pained despite your best to disguise it.

Fist clenching, you turn to face them. "Sorry but how am I ruining his life? If he's so talented why can't he get another job?"

The stranger curses, gaze meeting the brunette's, who's expression suddenly grows timid. "GODDAMMIT JUNKOOK! Why do always fuck up at the wrong moments?" He scolds the younger.

The stranger sighs, "Look, we're celebrities. Image is everything. If we screw up, we're done for. Just this once can you forgive him?"

You ponder over the request a little — remaining on the fence as you hop back forth between the options like children through a skipping rope.

This could be a career changing path. It could be the scoop your company had always wanted. This could be your chance to shine, make yourself proud.

But this could also be the end of you. It could test your sanity and patience to work with such a bone-head who only treated people terribly.

Your breath comes off as shaky but your voice remains firm without falter, "Keep your money." You speak, eyeing the boy you could assume to be Jungkook. "I'll forgive him but..." You drag. "I want an exclusive interview at the end of this."

"Thank you!" The stranger bows. "Thank her too, Jungkook! You especially owe her for saving your ass" He slaps Jungkook over the head, but the younger refuses to give in, his hooded orbs locking to yours.

He stalks closer, pushing your personal space, his hot breath settled by your ear. His hand stokes a strand of your hair, his other hand which had been planted on your lower back, traveling under your skirt.

You shove him, ears stained red as you found yourself struggling to say the right words. "T-that's sexual assault."

He lets out a dry chuckle. "The only assault you'll be feeling... is my tongue... gliding against another set of your lips." He leans in close, his lips curving into a somewhat mocking smirk as his voice continued to serenade, "What do you think?"

"You are absolutely disgusting!" You scoff, hand landing on his chest to prevent him from sailing closer to your body.

"Thanks bitch."

You wear a fake smile, returning the gesture with a whisper. "When this is over, I will expose you for who you truly are."

"I'd like to see you try." He threatens.

"Watch me."

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