HAEUN

Max laughed over the call before continuing, "Her. I want her."

I looked at Jaemin in surprise. His grip tightened on my hand.

"You want her? After everything you've done, you think she's just going to fall into your arms?" He scoffed. "You're even more delusional than I thought."

"You told me to tell you what I want. I want her." Max said. "Well, turns out, she was the best at sucking my dick so far."

"You fucking shit..." Jaemin hissed, "Talk about her like that again and I'll rip your tongue off and shove it down your throat."

I quickly snatched his phone and ended the call.

He stared at me as I hung up the call abruptly. He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to process whatever happened till now.

Finally, he took a shuddering breath and pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in my hair.

I sniffled and hugged him back, crying into his chest.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered hoarsely, "I'm so fucking sorry that happened to you. That he happened to you."

His arms tightened around me, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"What do we do about our pictures?" I asked. "It's going to ruin your career."

He pulled back slightly to look at me, "Fuck my career. I don't care about that right now. What I care about is keeping you safe and making sure that piece of shit never hurts you again."

"No, no, you can't do that, Jaemin." I said. "You're at the peak of your career right now."

"Haeun, we'll figure mine out later. We need to sort out your pr-" He started but I put my hand on his mouth.

"We'll go to the police tomorrow." I said. "You need to call your manager and tell them about this."

"I'm not going to tell them I'm dating you. You'll lose your job!" He said.

"It's fine, Jaemin. I'll have it figured out. Worst case scenario, I'll go back to Japan to my old job." I said.

Jaemin gulped and called his manager. Meanwhile, I took screenshots of all the blackmailing messages Max had sent me for proof.

I saw Jaemin talking to the manager.

"She's a non celebrity." He said. "He's threatening to either release the pictures or sell them to Dispatch."

A few minutes later, he walked up to me. "Can you send me our pictures so that I can forward it to my manager?"

I nodded and sent him the pictures.

"And he said...we have two options." He sighed. "Either we wait till these pictures get released and the company confirms that we are dating and they don't release your identity, because technically, they don't know who you are."

"What's the second option?" I asked.

"We sue him." He said.

"What should we do?" I asked.

"Sue him?" He asked.

I nodded. "Okay."

He pressed a soft kiss to my head, "I'll make sure he gets a restraining order."