3 weeks.

3 weeks after.

Was it a month? Blinking in and out of consciousness for the first week as you slept and held his hand was most of what you held. Namjoon's hand, you didn't let go even when you were asleep in the hospital. He came in disguise. The boys came. It was hard for them to come together, but when they did, you were barely ever awake.

That was the first week.

The second, you slowly started to eat and wake again. You had asked to be left alone and have no visitors when you woke up more often the second week. Numb, waking in night sweats, and screaming most of the time, you didn't want anyone to be near you as you dealt with yourself.

Kennah had been a part of you the first time around and kept you somewhat sane. But this, this right now, this...this was worse. And the fact that you could no longer see Kennah added to the additional aftermath of the trauma your mind kept making your revisit.

The third week, you saw them again. When you saw Namjoon, you held soft smiles and soft eyes. He took care of you, and instead of growling in his face like you would've 2 months ago, you allowed him to feed you, help get out of your gown when the nurses came to sponge-bathe you, and even dropped you off in a wheel-chair over to the psychiatric doctors they had scheduled for you.

Namjoon paid, scheduled, and took care of everything with the help of BangPD who was angry over the boy's actions, but grateful everyone, including you, were alive in the end.

During this third week, when you did talk to him, he didn't bother or question you about a lot as you finally started to speak. It took you two weeks to see him, and to say a few words, and he was patient. That made your heart swell for him, but you didn't say it out loud. You didn't understand how to.

You had started to head off to therapy, rehabilitation, and overall talks about the trauma that occurred. Under the influence of any help you could get, the night terrors stopped after unnerving sessions of what you called 'stupid hypnosis lies'. Surprisingly, it worked and you were shocked over it doing so. Did you remember the process well, no, all you remembered was sleeping and waking up better and being able to talk to the doctors treating you regarding your accident.

Police were informed over your abduction and you did nothing but cutely nod when BangPD took that step. Feeling Namjoon's hand rubbing at your back when they questioned you, it was easy for you to spill the truth.

They were shocked over the mess and asked about to USB being talked about. You looked up at Namjoon who glanced in your direction.

"I've destroyed it officers," he said lightly, "I thought it was for the best and got too scared."

You let that information sit with you. More importantly, the feeling of his hand soothing you was enough to not have you speak. You liked him touching you. Resting your head at the side of his torso, you waited for the police to be down filing down their questions.

More treatments, more talk. Your speech grew more and more, and when Yoongi and Jimin came by to apologize for being terrible to you in beginning. Seeing them with flowers and gifts was enough for you to laugh and finally snap out with a cute comeback. Sassiness and control in your voice back, you were stable in conversations again.

The rest of the boys came and you laughed. They made you laugh. You finally managed to join the rest of them and tease Jin about the brothel.

The day you got discharged was the day you finally allowed yourself to go online and see what was written and reported on you. Bangtan's fans found out about them visiting you in the hospital and you were instantly written as Jin's close friend again. Love was being spread and sent your way by their fans and you smiled while reading the nice comments. So far, so good with the transition and move from the hospital to the dorm.

Once you got to the dorm, Namjoon carried you, not letting your feet touch the ground and you giggled as you allowed him to move you from the door to his bed. He ordered for you to rest and the others, especially Jin and Yoongi seemed to be controlling. Again, you would've barked and snarled at them 2 months ago, but not today. Never today.

You spoke, and they shushed you. You grinned adorably at that.

"Sleep, rest, keep taking your pills on time, and I'll drive you to the clinic for your appointment tomorrow. You may be out of the hospital but you still suffered a traumatic event and talking to professionals is important."

You smiled, nodding. "Thanks daddy," you purred, finally letting out a little jab as a joke.

Namjoon grinned as you did. He rolled his eyes and looked over at the others that awkwardly started to move out already. About to go himself, he stopped when you held his hand and tugged for him to come back to where he once stood – standing right next to you sat on the bed.

"I-"

"Sleep," he said gently, seeing the stress suddenly cloud your face. "We've got all the time in the world for you to wake up and tell me everything."

"But Jules-"

"Is pregnant?" he asked, sighing when seeing your brows jump. You genuinely didn't remember much of the night where you had been saved. Namjoon nodded, "I've been visiting her and we've talked through it. I was freaked out at first but trust me, there's no need for you to worry about that."

You were confused. But seeing his face and expression, you nodded and shut up.

But that wasn't what you wished to say.

"The Jules...the one that's behind everything...I-"

He nodded, defeated, "I understand that it's hard to not know but-"

"If you'd stop cutting me off," you piped, squeezing his hand so he'd focus on you and not ramble, "You'd hear me tell you who it is."

His face paled. "What you mean?"

"I know who was behind all of it. From your harassment, to kidnapping me...stealing Jules name so she can be presented as something else entirely underground..."

"Who?" Namjoon asked, eyes soft and ready for the information that killed him entirely. "And why didn't you tell the police? We could've gotten her."

You shook your head. "She needs to think we don't know her or else she would flee. It's time to be smarter than her and catch her with her own games. We can't be played by her any longer."

He squeezed your hand back. "Who is it?"

You blinked. Tired, but wanting this out in the open before it ate away at your mind. "Aoroma."

Namjoon's face fell. His hand loosened at your hand but you didn't let go.

All he came back to were flashes over his suspicions. The same alerts and warnings that he let go and forgot about the minute she had been shot. Anger pulsing through him, he was highly confused, yet not at all as he revisited all the times she acted weird, stating uncomfortable phrases, or played the innocent-card.

"What?" he breathed out shocked.

You watched that shock and instantly started to pour in why and how you knew. He needed to know all that you did. He needed to know, and you knew he would later tell the others because they deserved to know. Aoroma was behind this, and she was after Jules along with Namjoon.

Namjoon took in the information slow. Now sitting in front of you on the bed, his thumb grazed over the back of your hand as he held it; talking to you and soothing you while speaking of such stressful matters.

"Why Jules?"

"That I don't know."

"We've got to tell the police." Namjoon was hysterical, blinking fast and trying to absorb this information.

You shook your head. "No, we can't. Not yet."

"Wh-"

"You've got a concert coming up, she'll be there. Thinking that she's free and none of us know, she will definitely send people after me whether I'm here at your dorm, or with you all at the concert."

"There's no way I'm leaving you here alone." His voice was stern.

You chuckled lightly. "Yes, I figured that would be the case," your heart was racing, but you tried to be rational as you spoke to the leader, "But the point is, she'll be coming for us soon stronger than ever. This time, we need to be prepared and smart if we're going to have the police involved."

"You're saying she'll attack?"

"She will," you said through your teeth. You were sure of it. "She definitely will."

-

"She won't."

Hoseok looked over at Namjoon who was stressed. He sat, on the couch, surrounded by the others as he poured his heart out after leaving you to sleep in his room. All were silent but it was hard as the man threw out so much for them to catch successfully.

"Jules wants to keep the baby and if that's what she wants, I have to be mature and stick by that decision. She won't abort, it's her body and I can't rule out and run from my mistakes."

They didn't know what to say but nod.

Hoseok spoke softly however. "Just remember not to treat the child coming into this world as a mistake as well. Learn to separate your actions and your reality, okay?"

Namjoon nodded, "Y-Yeah, I," he was still in shock of what his reality was now. He was going to be a fucking father. Was he ready? No. But was anyone really? "Would I prefer not to have a child now? Yes. Would I like for her to abort the child? Yes. But the reality of the fact is that she isn't, and I have to be there for the child. I can't imagine knowing he or she will be alive without me being around, I can't-" he stopped, hands rubbing together. He was insanely stressed out and still in awe.

"It'll be okay."

The leader hated that, but let Jimin say it.

Namjoon chuckled painfully, tired and so unbelievably scared over how fast his life had turned around.

"I can't imagine how you all feel," he laughed, none of it meeting his eyes, "I just told you I'm going to be a father and that the one behind all this is our fucking intern. Aoroma. I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought any of you-"

"Oh shut up," Yoongi groaned.

Namjoon looked over at him.

"We're a group. A team. You should be telling us this stuff."

"More importantly," Jungkook started, voice soft, "We're family and brothers. Your issues are our issues, and we're all glad you're opening up to us now."

"Wah," Yoongi piped, throwing out a thumb up, "The perfect mix of cringe and sweetness. Not too bad maknae, you've grown."

Jungkook grinned and the others laughed before slapping over at Namjoon and almost hurling over to suffocate the man on the couch.

"We'll listen to any instructions you give at the concert when we see her. We will be alert, we will work hard, and we will catch this woman," Jimin piped, groaning when Taehyung jumped on his back and further buried Namjoon under the dog-pile.

Hoseok's eyes were soft as he slapped at Namjoon's chest that begged to breath under the maknae's that crawled over him. "...and we will be there for you as you support your child. Trust me, I know how it feels to need help, it can be scary." His smile was kind and Namjoon's eyes squinted over his direction.

"We will take care of Jules noona too, don't worry," Taehyung popped.

Namjoon smiled at that.

"The real question here is: what's going on with you and Jules? What's the status?" Jin asked, kicking lightly over at Namjoon's knee as everyone slowly got off him.

Namjoon pursed his lips. "Uh, we're cool. She understands that I don't see her in that way."

They were all amused.

Yoongi hummed. "Ah, I see. So, you knocked her up, clearly found her sexy, smart, and funny enough to sleep with before, but when it comes to feelings now, you're no longer available?"

"She's great," Namjoon clarified, "...and when I went to go see her and talk this out, she kissed me. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't kiss her back."

Hoseok slapped the back of Namjoon's head and the leader whined. "Let me finish," he piped, seeing as all the members were seeing no development in the leader's character to how he had started off.

"But as she was kissing me, we both felt that it was wrong. I couldn't do it, and she really couldn't do it because we both knew where I stood in all this."

"And where is that?" Hoseok asked.

They all already knew but were amused and wanting Namjoon to admit it.

The leader sighed. He knew they knew and were pulling at his tail. For their satisfaction, he played along and tiredly maneuvered his way to speak. "With Y/N. That is where I stand."

"How so?"

They were egging it on and Namjoon couldn't help but smile a tiny smirk at that.

"I like Y/N," Namjoon breathed out, "...like really really like her. It freaks me out."

They were messes. Containing their noise levels, Taehyung kicked Namjoon's side and the leader laughed out loud as they were preparing to attack him with the smothering weights of their thin bodies again.

Waiting for it, Namjoon heard a, "Baby on the way and possible future wifey!" It was Taehyung.

"Our leader is a man!" That was Jin.

The mountain came, and before Namjoon could bark back or find a different way to defend himself from their attack and their words, it was too late. They were happily moving on top of his quick. One part of him minded the fact that he couldn't feel his breathing, but the other bit, the other bit wished to stay like this forever.

It was the first time in a long time where even in a stressful situation, Namjoon felt carefree.

He was going to be okay.

I'm going to be okay.