~Jihye~

I couldn't move. Not while everyone is looking at me like this.

Seokjin and his wife stopped talking and were now looking at me. I saw his wife—Yumi, I think it was, eyes narrowing on me. She was judging me.

The youngest member, Jungkook had stopped eating and was now watching me. Like the others, I could see that he was alert but he was also curious too. I didn't like it. It was like he was trying to figure me out. They all were.

As for Yoongi and Seyeon, they were smiling at me and I relaxed. Just a little.

Namjoon and Jimin was nowhere to be found.

Hoseok slid his arm around my shoulder, making me tense. Leaning down, lips near my ear, he said, "Namjoon will be here soon. Whatever you do, don't hurt him. He's a precious brother."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't be," he said, squeezing my shoulder in attempt to comfort me. It didn't work at all. He was scary as heck.

"Jihye!" Seyeon giggled, bouncing my way. She grabbed onto both my hands, "How are you?!"

"G-good," I stammered.

"You're scaring her," Yoongi said, walking towards us.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Hoseok was smiling at us. Why was he smiling when he just... sort of warned me off not to long ago?

"How have you been?" Yoongi asked me as I glanced back at him.

"Good," I replied, softly.

"Judging by your expression, you have no idea we were all going to be here, right?" he chuckled.

I just smiled.

"Come," Seyeon said, grabbing my hand. "we're almost done with the food."

"O-okay," I said, letting her lead me towards the sofas. She planted me on the sofa, sitting down beside me.

I shifted, uncomfortable by the eyes that were still watching me. As if she knew, Jiyeon came towards me, sitting on the other side.

When everyone went back to talking and laughing, it didn't soothe me one bit. One minute I was having an argument with Daeyoung outside my driveway and now I'm sitting here with a famous idol group and their other halves.

They didn't mind me one bit but I still felt eyes on me. Once or twice, I'd caught some of them staring at me, trying to figure me out. I know that they see me as a threat to Namjoon. That's probably because Namjoon kept quiet about our past... something I'm thankful for. Even though Jiyeon's become a close friend of mine, I haven't said a single word to her. She doesn't pry too so that's why I decided that I don't mind having her as a friend.

I just didn't expect her or Hoseok to drag me into their lives. Or the fact that I'd bumped into Yoongi who became close too. Both he and Seyeon accepted me warmly even though I tried to stay out of it.

When I noticed Yoongi looking so lost after Seyeon's incident, I couldn't walk away even if I wanted to. Because he was Namjoon's hyung, someone Namjoon loves and respects... and he was hurting. That's why I couldn't walk away.

"What's with the noise?" I heard Namjoon grumbled.

My heart skipped a beat as I glanced up and saw him walk down the stairs, hands in his pockets, hair messy and clothes crinkled. Seeing him, makes me want to cry and scream at him. I didn't want to do either so I stayed away from him.

I looked away when his eyes came to me.

I didn't know what to do with this feeling... my heart stirred in a way it hasn't for a very long time. The effect only Namjoon has on me.

"I need to use the bathroom," I said, quietly to Jiyeon before getting to my feet and scurrying out of there.

Of course, since the house was so massive, I got lost. Well, that's expected anyways since I have no idea where the bathroom is. I cursed myself as I tried to find my way to the bathroom.

That's when I felt a hand clamped down on my arm and judging by how fast my heart was racing, I knew it was Namjoon.

"L-let go," I said, trying to pull out of his hold but he didn't let go.

Instead, he dragged me along the hallway and towards... the kitchen. I took in how big the kitchen was and at the sight of it, I stared at it in awe. As expected from rich people.

"What are you doing?" I whispered as Namjoon backed me up against the fridge, pinning me there with his big, hard body.

He didn't answer me.

"Let go," I said, hands to his shoulders, trying to push him away.

"Why?"

"I have other things to do," I lied. "Jiyeon dragged me here against my will."

He said nothing as he simply watched me.

"I—I want to go home," I stammered, my heart thumping at his intense gaze. "Let go of me."

He didn't.

"Let go," I demanded.

Instead of letting go, Namjoon pressed against me even more, reminding me that the boy I've loved back then had grown into someone who's out of my reach.

"What's wrong?" he asked, in a quiet but commanding voice.

"Nothing," I lied. I made a mental note to talk to Hoseok and Jiyeon about what happened before. I didn't want them to tell Namjoon about it. It had nothing to do with him.

"Liar," he muttered, leaning down towards me.

"I'm not," I said, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. "Please move. I'm—engaged, you know."

Namjoon snorted softly at that. "Something I can't forget, Jihye."

"Then move," I said, pushing at him and immediately tensed when I felt him buried his face in the crook of my neck. "N-no...."

I felt him nuzzle my neck before nipping me lightly, making me wince at the pleasant pain that comes with his bite.

"You'll leave a mark," I said, pushing at him once more. "Don't. I mean it. I don't need Daeyoung to—mmph!"

Biting down hard on the crook of my neck, I winced, hands trembling at his shoulders. He eased the ache with his tongue as he nipped at my skin. And just like all those times, it made me weak and aching for more. Something he knew.

"I'll let you go if being with him makes you that happy," Namjoon murmured against my neck. "But I know he's sh#t at that."

I closed my eyes at that. "What do you know?"

"I know you're the one I want," he said, quietly.

Lifting my eyes to meet his, I opened my mouth to say something but Namjoon cut me off by gently tracing a finger across my jawline.

"It's always been you," he murmured.

It's not fair for him to say such things. Not after everything he put me through.

"Good," I said, my voice shaking with anger. I could feel the tears threatening to spill but I focused on that anger instead. "Suffer. Watch me love and marry someone else, knowing that's what you could have had if you didn't leave me the way you did!"

Angry tears filled my eyes as I glared at Namjoon who was watching me with sad eyes. It's not fair. Saying it like this, I become the bad one when we both know he was the bad one, not me.

Namjoon lets go of me and I turned my back to him.

"I'm leaving," I whispered, wiping the tears that had slipped down my face. "I don't want to see you. I don't want to see any of you. I don't—"

The next thing I know, we were pressed so tightly together that I can feel his body heat. Namjoon pushed me up against the wall and buries his face into the crook of my neck.

I groaned, hitting him with my fists, "Let go of me, dammit!"

I felt him tightened his grip on my hips as he nuzzled against my neck over and over again. Dropping kisses here and there, murmuring all sorts of words. Trying to soothe me in a way he knows how.

Dropping my hands to my side, I whispered, "I really did wait for you, fool."

"I know," he said, in that broken, tired tone of his, shattering me all over again.

And although I wanted to push him away and run out of here, I didn't. Instead, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around him. I felt Namjoon shifted, his arms coming around me as he held me against him. Once in a while, I'd feel him kissed the side of my head over and over again... like I was important to him.