Your head hurt. It hurt insanely bad.

Feeling as if a blow horn managed to slash itself to the sides of your temple, the very act of opening your lashes and letting light hit your pupils caused your mind to scream within your skull. Your brain cells were doing inner flips the minute you blinked rapidly and sat up, throbbing, aching, and clashing within the walls of your hair.

When you came to, all you saw were the same sets of eyes that had freaked when spotting you in the tinted car earlier. Now, before you, they held different faces. Many were far away from you. You could make out a few bored and lazy faces that stood by the door, leaning their backs cockily in attempts to be intimidating (Jimin, Yoongi). Then, there were the rest of them, all standing and sitting on different parts of a twin-sized bed you were placed on. The beautiful man closest to you was the one that caught your eyes.

He was also the one that held the most caring, scared, and curious look in his eyes when staring at you wake. It was Namjoon.

"You're up," Jin breathed out from the opposite end of the bed. His eyes were gleaming when staring at you wiggling your thumbs at your temples. You were trying to hard to break out of your aweing delusions as you resurfaced and started to talk again.

You were weak as you spoke. "What happened? W-Where am I?" You glanced around the small room. It was slightly messy, along with a certain boy-ish scent that raged off the clothing by the corners of the room.

You watched the younger boy, around your age, flush as he laughed. "This would be my room," Taehyung started, opening his hands out for you to look around again, "I didn't find time to clean it up this week."

"I've been nagging for him to do so since we came back from Japan," Jin piped, glaring over at the boy before instantly looking back at you with a smile. You tried not to shrivel back into the pillow your bare butt sat on over how much that creeped you out.

Taehyung chuckled nervously before taking the attention off him and back on you. "But uh, you feeling better?"

Your jaw loosely clenched. Tightening the robe onto your form, you looked over at one of the boys. This boy. This fucking boy was checking you out past your discomfort of his roaming eyes. And it wasn't a perverted gaze, it was a testing gaze. As if you were some animal in a cage expected to do some tricks. You sneered a little in his direction and all the boys shifted back nervously, knowing you were starting to get defensive.

"What you lookin' at?" you snapped.

Jungkook swallowed lightly before trying to find a way to smile again. He was going red as he got off the bed and joined Jimin and Yoongi quickly by the door. "N-Nothing."

You looked at everyone again. Scared, practically naked, and weak, you didn't trust anyone when it came to being alone on a stranger's bed with 7 bodies that could easily overpower yours.

"We helped you and brought you here," Yoongi lazily let out, "The least you can do is calm down enough for Namjoon here, he said he wanted to talk to you."

Your eyes moved towards Namjoon who held no expression other than the one you had witnessed the moment you woke up. Shifting away from him, you noticed that Taehyung noticed the minute he grabbed at Namjoon's shoulder and told him to give you some space to breathe.

"...This USB," Jimin piped, eyeing you down suspiciously, "What was that about?"

Namjoon stood from the bed. Awkwardly staring over at Hoseok who seemed to be quietly watching the whole thing unfold, the leader knew the dancer was starting to question it as well. Being the only other member that knew something about this mysterious USB, Namjoon knew Hoseok would start asking questions. That was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want the other members to know about any of this mess.

"I'd like to talk to our guest here alone," Namjoon said lightly, glancing over at the door with a nod.

Yoongi scoffed. "You sure it's just about asking questions?"

You noticed Jin and Taehyung stare over at you the minute you moved the blanket up to your chest. Guarding yourself in nervousness of the situation, it was clear they understood how confused you must be to be surrounded by 7 unknown men in your situation...

"Yoongi-ah," Jin warned before standing to his feet as well.

Yoongi eyed you one last time before swallowing his pride and following Jungkook who was the first to run out of the room. Jimin followed, eyes still grilling your very form, then Taehyung who smiled lightly at you, then Jin. Hoseok was hesitant to leave but the minute Namjoon begged with his eyes, the man asked no questions as he left; closing the door behind all the members.

You were left alone in the room with Namjoon, and the first thing that came to your head was to say, "What ever you and your people wish to do with me, you won't be able to."

His brows furrowed lightly as he looked away from the door and finally managed to catch your frightened gaze. There was something in you however that he noticed. There was a fight, and fight for survival, and a fight for defense. Namjoon's eyes softened as he shook his head.

"We aren't going to hurt you."

You didn't believe him as you scrunched up in your robe. The dried blood on your hands was still present, making you believe that attacking Eric how you did wasn't just some dream. Jumping into an idol group's car wasn't just a dream either...all of this was real, and the leader of the group on the USB was staring right at you.

"Why should I believe you?" you queried.

Namjoon smiled slightly. "You don't really have much of a choice at this point, but to do so."

You tried not to glare so heavily at that but managed. Eyes thick and hawk-like, you became an awkward puppy so fast the minute he casually found a seat too close to your thigh underneath the blanket you were on. Awkward, scared, and suddenly tense, you stared with soft eyes.

Namjoon swallowed, shaking his head instantly at your reaction, "I wasn't-"

"Okay," you squeaked, shifting away and focusing on his kind eyes. You wanted to trust them. But the voice inside you head screamed for you to hurt him and try to run.

But then he said this one thing. This one thing that made you feel slightly less on alert.

"I-I know you don't know me, nor do you know my group. But I feel like you found us for a reason and I can't help but think that's because of what you said," the leader was rambling, shaky fingers moving with each other as he tried to make sense of his words. You noticed the man's trouble and softened, amazed. "You mentioned a USB and that we're on it? Wha- I can't get that out of my head ever since we brought you back to our dorm."

You looked around the place again. There was something within you that jumped at the fact that you were inside a popular idol dorm; every fan's dream, yet here you were living it. Living it in the most worst circumstances you could think of, let's be real.

"Y-Yes."

"Yes?" he breathed out, smiling in relief that your cracking voice acknowledged his confused ramble of words.

You nodded.

Namjoon nodded back before allowing the questions brewing within him to release. He remembered being in the car with Jin holding you. Your unconscious from kept repeating a name. A name of a woman that made Namjoon's skin crawl in shock. He needed to know the answer of this next question come out from your conscious mouth.

"Who were you running from?"

You shook your head and he begged with his eyes.

"I'd like to leave."

"Please," Namjoon begged, and you shook your head, stern.

About to try and get up from the bed, your breath shook the minute his hand brought your hip back down to the pillows you were seated on. Eyes snapping in his direction, you were about to snap and hurt him but didn't as he let go immediately. Hands in the air, Namjoon still held the begging in his eyes. But there was something more. There was a stern demand for you to answer him.

"You can leave after answering my questions," he popped, upper lip twitching as he looked around the room again. "I need answers."

"What makes you think I can give you any?" you snapped, looking around the space beside you. Your eyes looked for a weapon to conceal so you could make a run for it.

Namjoon looked over at you like you were the world's stupidest being. Your face clenched as you snarled like an animal in his direction. He scooted a little back, hands back up in the air as he breathed out, "Please," once more.

There was a chuckle from by the door and you glanced over to see Kennah's figure leaning by the doorknob. The metal handle went through the boy's stomach as he barely came to full imagery. He was hazy, and grainy, smirk held great as he went, "The cutie is asking nicely. Help the boy out."

You licked your lips before speaking back to Kennah. "You oversaw the USB," you piped, glaring, "You were attached to that project."

Kennah snorted, glancing over at Namjoon who looked absolutely terrified over the fact that you were talking to nothing but air near the bedroom door. Seeing as you found the idol's expression yourself, you finally managed to blush a little over how embarrassing that was.

Seeing as Namjoon was probably starting to think of you as some crazy individual who babbled about, your voice was soft as you stared down at the sheets above you. Without another nudge, you heard Kennah's laugh in your head before gritting your teeth and speaking about the matter.

"The USB along with others carry images, videos, and scandals that are sold underground to highest bidders. The more money placed on one USB and its contents causes a storm of money; so, the media and people working for the industries above can catch on to new scandals fast."

Namjoon's eyes widened more than how they were after seeing you talk to nothing. Scared and wanting to ask more questions, you beat him to it as you barely continued, "You and your band had a USB circling around. People followed you and your members. They got clear videos, clear images, and convincing voice recordings of conversations and moments that could be used against you all."

The idol held no blood in his face.

"What?" he breathed out, feeling sick to his stomach.

You noticed the fear in the man's eyes and smirked a little. "You probably wish you didn't know about it now, huh?"

Namjoon ignored you. Eager for answers as his breathless voice almost hit your cheek. "Where is the drive now?"

"Gone."

"WH-"

"I took care of it."

"What does that even mean?!" Namjoon cried out, not understanding anything.

Namjoon was highly confused. Thinking back to all the threatening packages, to all the news on the murder that occurred at the hotel near BigHit, and the texts that said it was his fault...Namjoon's didn't saw anything at all.

"Take it as you wish."

His jaw clenched. "You'll be answering all my questions." There was no more begging in his eyes. There was just fear, and a little bit of anger.

"I won't be doing anything I don't want to," you snapped back, noticing his face starting to move too close to yours. You could almost see his brain past his nostrils that flared.

"You will," Namjoon said lightly, getting up from the bed. "What you've told me is clearly illegal business. I have the right to know what is going on. I'm the leader of these boys, if anything happens and its because of me, I won't be able to control how I behave."

"Why would any of this be your fault?" you questioned, brows furrowing deeply when seeing how distressed this man was. It was then where you started doing the questioning. He was scared. But he as scared more than a usual idol would be when hearing this information. There was something the man was trying to not say when retrieving information from you...

"What're you hiding?" you asked grinning, eyes narrowed.

Namjoon swallowed. Seeing your amused expression, Namjoon didn't hold back.

"I slept with a woman a while back," he said through his teeth, "she's been threatening me for months. It all died down for a while but after the incident regarding the murder at the hotel a few blocks down, the weird threats started again."

Your smile fell a little when he mentioned the hotel.

Kennah whistled from the door. "Oh, poop. He's talking about me."

You ignored your dead boyfriend, focused on Namjoon.

"Then suddenly you show up? Clearly in trouble and running from someone?" Namjoon piped, taking a back by the coincidence, "You mention a USB and the mystery that I'm struggling with for months...there's no way I can let you go so easily now. There's more that you aren't telling me."

"I've told you what I know," you lied, seeing if there was a possible window to get out of.

Namjoon shook his head. "No you haven't, I can tell."

"I'm not saying anything," you said through your teeth, "...I need to leave."

"No."

You were starting to panic a little. "You don't understand. The longer I'm here, the easier it will be for her to find me." Your voice was strained and weak as you spoke.

Namjoon couldn't keep reading between the lines that you threw over at him. He didn't understand anything. Plus, his brain felt like it was going to explode when remembering you saying what the USB held. The same USB Hoseok knew a bit about...Namjoon didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified and the only one that possibly knew anything about anything was you. He knew you were aware more than you were letting on, and he was willing to do anything to keep you here until he got his answers.

Namjoon couldn't let you run so easily. Not yet.

"Who are you running away from?" he asked, pure confusion trampling over his thoughts.

"None of your business."

His jaw hardened and flexed at you being difficult. Sure, it was normal and understanding for you to not want to talk to a stranger so freely, but Namjoon couldn't hold back any more mysteries. He was tired, and he wanted answers. He wanted answers to questions he didn't even know existed.

He asked again. Namjoon knew the answer but needed to hear it from your lips. "Who are you hiding from? Who is she?"

"I'm so close to freedom," you said through your teeth as well, wanting to rip away from the bed and run out. But you sat frozen, wanting to cry. You were so close. You were so close in leaving and never looking back to any of this ever again. You were so close to getting back to your life, but now you were stuck here? "I'm so close. Please. I don't need this interrogation...I don't know you. I'm sure whatever is happening has an explanation but I'm not the answer. I told you what I know, so please."

Namjoon softened at the slight work of water that started to create at your eyes. There was now desperation in your voice. You were close to defeat and it was hard to see on a person who was just snarling over at him a minute ago. Soft and not knowing what to say, Namjoon stared over at the bruising by your cheek.

"Let us help you."

"You want nothing but to use me so you can get to the bottom of your problems," you snapped, "You will not help me. You'll make it worse for me by digging."

"Tell me what you did to the USB and I'll help you for real."

You were frustrated. "I gave it to a trusted friend to destroy. It's gone forever. There! You happy?"

"Why should I believe you."

You looked at him in disbelief. "I don't know," you popped, "maybe because you asked me?"

Namjoon swallowed hard as tears hit your face.

"Okay look," he started awkward, staring over at the door before slumping towards the side of the bed again. He didn't know where to put his hands as he soothed, "Don't cry, I...I'm just a little on edge."

"Just let me leave. Everything is fine with your group. Ignore the threats, they're probably from some stupid fan," you cried softly, hating that you were begging someone to let you free. You hadn't even done this with your captures from Jules's team.

Namjoon didn't believe that deep down. But for this moment, to have you calm down, he nodded. There as something within him that went soft as he went, "I really do want to help you."

"I don't want your help."

"It's not about whether you want it," he said lightly with a warm smile, "...you need it."

"What I want and need is none of your business."

Namjoon grinned. "Is that the only defense-phrase you've got?"

You mumbled under your breath. The snarling back as your hair wildly matched the way your expressions intimidated him. It worked again as he slowly moved back.

"You are my business now," Namjoon said lightly, "You admitted to knowing about a USB that can be lethal to my band's reputation. You know of this content that was taken without our permission...this is illegal business and you're the only one who seems to have insight over what may be happening."

Your brows jumped. "You can't keep me here."

Namjoon didn't say anything. He simply looked over at your injuries again. "You're running from someone. You don't have to tell me who that is, nor do you have to tell me about your life. All I know is that you're here now for a reason. Answer me or don't, I don't care. You'll be protected here with me and my band. I need to find out what happened with that USB and I don't want you running away to only be caught in the wrong hands again."

"I'm not lying about the USB. I got it taken care of, my boyf-" you cut yourself off when staring over at Kennah who licked his lips. The dead boy smirked.

"I only stole the drive," the dead boy piped, "You're the one who threw it to Sarah. I'm sure she's taken care of it like she promised."

Namjoon broke your eye contact with Kennah. "I can't easily trust you," the leader said.

"So, why do you expect me to trust you back? There are millions of workers underground that could catch you in the worst moments. They'll catch word that I'm here with you. I'm not safe here. The 7 of you are idiots waiting to be caught again," you snapped, tired of constantly being captured and kept without any say.

"I'll talk to my management for more protection."

"I'm not staying."

Namjoon licked at his lips, staring at your cheeks again. Standing up from his spot, he moved towards the door.

You scoffed, irritated over this situation. "You're holding me saying that I may be a criminal because of my knowledge on this USB, but you expect any police to not think of this as kidnapping? You can't force me to stay here against my will."

The man stood by the door. Turning around, those eyes were back. You tried not to melt away into softness when staring directly at his hurting and pained eyes.

"When you're ready to get up, come outside and meet me by the boys for dinner. If you don't want to eat," he sighed, eyes squinting as he tried to make this atmosphere homey, "...then don't eat. Have a shower, bandage yourself up, and sleep. Give your body some rest for tonight in this safe place-because it is. Whether you trust us or not, I assure you that for tonight, nothing but respect for your space will take place."

Your lips were parted as the man spoke to you so well. Blank and in awe, you did nothing but watch as he continued.

"You can sleep in my room. It's a little cleaner," Namjoon continued, awkward and stressed, "I need to make some calls tonight anyway...the next morning, when you wake up...have some breakfast, take another shower if you please, grab some clothes and I'll send a driver to take you wherever you want."

"I'll have a choice to leave?" you asked softly.

He nodded, exhausted. "I wish you stay so we can help each other. But if you decide not to tomorrow...then I can't stop you from leaving."

You didn't know what to say. Instead, your scared little heart spoke for you. "What if the things I know can't help you?"

Namjoon's brows furrowed at that. That was enough for him to know that you were clearly still holding back and hiding things that may be important for his own mind.

"You'll never know for sure if you don't share it."

"I can get myself in trouble for confessing."

Namjoon licked his lips. "I won't allow that."

"I helped take some pictures and videos against your group. I helped alongside my boyfriend who needed the money," you said breathlessly talking about Kennah, eyes narrowing and watching the man's reaction. Namjoon's brows jumped and his muscles tensed. He didn't say anything and you tried not to smirk. "See? Therefore we can't share what we know. It's too dangerous for me. I don't want to end up in prison because you tossed me in there for knowing too much."

"We can share," he said with difficulty. "I'm sure you had your reasons for doing what you did...I won't throw you under the bus for any of it as long as you tell me what you know."

You couldn't help but smirk. "Here you are again with the assumptions," you sang out, rolling your eyes, "What makes you so sure I know anything?"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed lightly. He took hold of the doorknob before whispering a name. You went 'hm?' as you didn't catch it. But then he said it more clearly and you almost went limp.

"Jules."

"H-How do you know that name?"

He was shocked at your reaction as well. Forcing a smile, he opened the door and almost moved out completely. You were about to urge him and question, but he simply went, "We can help one another out. Think about your stay."

With that, he left. Leaving you dumbfounded and with your mouth gaping open.

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NEXT CHAPTER:

Namjoon swallowed insanely hard when your thigh clutched onto his hip. Feeling his jeans grow tight near his belt, he moved awkwardly away but you simply flirted closely without trouble. You followed him, breath hitching a little as you dramatically moaned gently in attempts to arouse him.

It worked.

He watched your mouth so close to him, his breath shaking and hitting your cheek.

"Kiss me," you demanded.

The man didn't hesitate. Propping your other leg around his waist, he pushed your gasping form to be seated onto the wet countertop behind you. Hands roaming, gripping, and clawing over the towel on your wet form, you allowed his lips to hungrily meet yours.