It was easy to get in, Namjoon was surprised.

Lying to BangPD and the boys, Namjoon faked his sickness to be here today. Strolling around with eyes that searched around, Namjoon wanted to see her. He wanted answers.

Looking for the one and only Jules, Namjoon could feel it in his guts that she was it. She was the answers to all his remaining questions. If he was smart to stick with it, maybe she was the one behind everything as well; the harassment, your kidnapping...all he thought of was you as he angrily moved through the halls with a fight in mind.

Seeing her name plastered high and mighty at her office, Namjoon looks through the window slow. He sees her. He sees her facing her desk and stacking up papers that showed no importance to him.

He walked in. He walked in quick and easy. Not caring for her shocked state that jumped in fright when he stumped in, her eyes were wide when seeing who it was. It was Namjoon.

"How'd you-" she swallowed so hard. Jules moved back into her desk as Namjoon strolled forward, eyes sharp. She felt the need to protect herself from this man she had seen only once, one night. She knew nothing about him...so she sunk her backside to her table that twitched from her weight and moved back.

Her heels hit the ground in fast intervals, hearing the shock even in her feet as Jules moved back.

"Surprised to see me?" Namjoon asked, bitter grin in place. He couldn't help but feel angry. All he saw was the woman in charge of all of this. He saw the woman out to get him and possibly kill you.

"Yes actually, this is a secured location, I—"

"Save the bull," Namjoon snapped, moving closer towards her. "I need answers and I need them now. You either cooperate willingly or I force you. Your call."

His nostrils flared. He was distressed and frustrated and Jules could see it all on his face. But she could also see the confusion. Although she didn't know why it was, she could thoroughly relate. She was highly confused herself.

Glancing at his posture close to her, she awkwardly stared at his feet, wanting to hide her face behind the collars of her white blouse, but failing as she memorized his attire. She was observant. Her eyes couldn't help it.

His neck was tense, veins protruding when yelling at her softly so none could hear. Namjoon's head was covered by a hat, and his jeans were washed out along with his jacket. The only thing dark about the man was his shirt and eyes.

"Look," she said, struggling at first. "I don't know why you've come here, or why you're angry...I can't be sure to have any answers you need but I—"

"Are you seriously trying to play innocent right now?" He asked, bewildered as he took another step into her. She panicked, wanting to step back but not able to as her desk was already pressed against her.

"I-I don't know wh—"

"The harassment for months, the packages, the kidnapping and torte of Y/N?? Ding ding ding? Does any of it ring a bell?" Namjoon so heartedly accused without thinking; anger clouded his judgement.

Jules eyes were wide. Mouth ajar, she didn't know what to say. The only thing that could leave her mouth was, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't." His eyes were darker when getting closer. Jules held onto the end of her desk before the other hand of hers went over around her lower abdomen. "Don't lie to me. Accept that it's over and tell me everything. If you comply, maybe I'll let you go easy."

Jules stared at between his eyes. They danced and twitched. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her blouse as she jumped when he yelled again at her for staying silent.

Her eyes teared. She was terrified. She didn't know him. All she knew was what she collected...and to have him screaming in her face wasn't a good second impression.

She swallowed the lump at her throats as she tried to hold off on her scare. He scared her and her eyes watered. Catching his eyes with sudden courage, her tone wavered, "I-I really don't know what you're talking about. I haven't done any of those things beside receive a weird USB with the both of us on it. That's it. If you have questions regarding that, maybe I-" her trembling lip pursed. Jules said all she could the best she could.

Namjoon's face, exterior, and mind softened. He saw her about to cry, noticed her pressed against her desk, then looked back at the distance he didn't give her. There was another thing that suddenly made his world twist upside down.

"USB?" He asked in confusion. The last he heard, the USB was with Sarah, the one you had trusted it with.

The woman nodded, tears at the edges of her eyes.

"Would you like to see it?"

-

"Would you like to see it?"

Sarah laughed out as she asked the question.

Sato glared at he, new buckets of water awaiting your mouth along with the girl beside you who didn't fail to be smug.

"I'm sure you would," Sarah piped, pouting out of exaggeration. "But poor thing can't since he can't find it. Isn't that right?"

He didn't even make a face. Instead, he reciprocated her grin, pulled her chair back, and wrapped a fresh new cloth around her head.

Sarah instantly gasped for breath.

You watched, wanting to cry out for him to stop. You couldn't. The last you did was shuffle and try to get close to them as they tilted Sarah back and used funnels to guide the fluid in certain parts of her airways.

They made her scream from pain.

You blinked your eyes away, shutting them harshly.

-

Namjoon blinked his eyes away, shutting them harshly.

Pulling the USB out from the computer he watched all the images and videos on, Namjoon sunk his aching spine into the chair that he sat at. Defeated and in pain from actually seeing what they had on him and his band instead of just hearing about it, Namjoon rubbed his face in his hands.

He swore.

"Why and how did you get this?" He snapped, harsher than intended.

Jules was far away from him. Her face structured in a way to show her confusion. "It was mailed to me. I've been trying to figure out why myself..."

"Then why keep it and not destroy it?" He asked irritated. He didn't want to believe she was innocent, because if she was, Namjoon was back to square one. He'd have nothing as a lead anymore.

Namjoon looked at her for a long time. Seeing how nervous she was to keep a three foot gap between him and her, his eyes softened all over again.

The fact that his eyes followed her hand that unknowingly felt protective over her stomach, he listened to her speak.

"I needed some sort of answers and was too curious, I'm sorry. There's a reason I got the device and I needed to know...plus, I didn't know whether to trust you just yet in order to confront you. We can destroy it now if you—"

"Were you the one sending me texts, packages, threats?" He already knew the answer to this but couldn't help but ask.

Namjoon caught off Jules plea of innocence for a second.

She looked confused, similar to the minute he had rudely moved in here. "No. I think you're mistaken on that end...I don't know anything about that."

Namjoon sighed, "I don't either to be honest." He was defeated. If it wasn't her, then who was it? Who would be using this woman's name to be doing such acts? Who would arrange a showdown to abduct you again and shoot Aoroma in the process?

He softly looked at Jules. Leaning his head on the back of her chair. His Adam's apple bobbed when seeing her distressed and stiff under his gaze.

She deserved what he said next. "I'm sorry."

Jules nodded. "It's alright. I understand the feeling of helplessness when you're trying to work out an issue. I feel it for every article I write."

Namjoon shook his head. Sitting up right, sighing, and moving to stand up. He mumbled about having to 'start from the beginning' and 'find answers another way'.

"I need to get behind whoever is doing this and put an end to it," he said as he walked closer to the woman so he could loop around her desk for the exit.

Her voice was instant. "Let me help you."

Namjoon glanced at Jules quick, neck almost at a snap. The god of destruction almost fell on his recovering mouth again when facing the reality of the woman he tried to leave behind just now.

He took long to say what he did. He looked at her soft eyes that slightly seemed terrified. He couldn't understand why. Seeing as she moved her hand over her stomach again, his brows furrowed deep as he glanced over at her overprotective stature.

"Why do you keep doing that? You alright?" He asked softly.

She moved her hand away, nodding. Moving her fingers back to the desk, Namjoon was suddenly awkward when staring at her, the desk, and remembering the last time he had been here. Swallowing hard, he moved a step back; hating that he was previously so in her space.

"Let me help you. This way, I'll get some answers myself."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Jules asked, surprised he agreed.

"On one catch."

-

"What catch?"

Jimin asked. He along with the other boys were highly confused over the conversation/meeting Namjoon had instantly ordered in the dance studio of the BigHit building.

All were sweaty, confused, and slightly chuckling while creating a circle around their leader. Their playful behaviours fell when noticing how tense their member looked.

"What catch are you mumbling about?" Hoseok asked, noticing the tension along with everyone else.

"You need to stay calm and open-minded for what I'm about to tell you."

Namjoon ignored them, having a seat in front of the mirror before looking at all the faces that were confused and waiting to be enlightened before him.

The leader could feel the USB that he now carried in his pocket. That was the catch. That was the catch he was ready to finally reveal to the others.

"What's wrong thing?" Jungkook asked, leaning into Jin who propped his arm over the maknae's shoulder.

"You look like you've been running for hours and we haven't even started practicing yet," Yoongi lightly teased.

The boys laughed.

Namjoon didn't smile.

"I need to tell you all a few things that I've been hiding."

Suddenly the room went quiet.