A quiet yawn escaped your lips as you shuffled towards the bedroom door quietly, hands rubbing your eyes cutely in an attempt to adjust them to the darkness of the bedroom.

You carefully stepped over Yoongi's sleeping figure on the floor, being cautious not to wake him from his slumber.

After dinner, you kept to yourself, staying in the bedroom for the remainder of the evening as the men talked at the table. You didn't care what they had to say, you knew that in the end, it would ultimately be your choice and not theirs...no matter how much they wished to change that.

Yoongi had come into the room, telling you of their plan to relocate you to a bigger estate. He asked you if you would be okay with leaving his apartment and staying at Jungkook's home for a few days, at least until they managed to solve your problem...or until you died...whichever came first.

You accepted, understanding that working in Yoongi's small apartment would not be easy, especially for seven fully-grown men.

Getting them to stop bickering was already going to be hard enough, staying in close quarters would only make things worse for all of you.

The eight of you decided to stay at Yoongi's apartment for the rest of the night and relocate to Jungkook's house tomorrow morning.

Yoongi was a little reluctant to have six deadly killers sleep under the same roof as you, but you assured him that everything would be okay..you could take care of yourself...

He agreed, on the condition that he slept in the bedroom with you-on the floor of course-just to make sure that none of the men tried anything while the two of you slept.

You understood his point of view and didn't argue with his logic.

It was two in the morning now.

And you were thirsty.

You pulled the bedroom door open quietly, making sure not to wake anyone as you snuck out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

Jungkook and Louis slept soundly on the couch while the others were camped out in various spots on the floor, blankets draped over their figures.

It was almost laughable.

Here were the biggest, baddest men in the world...sleeping on the floor in thousand-dollar suits.

You should write this down...it could be used as a good joke.

"Aren't you up a little late?"

Your body stiffened at the familiar voice that called out from behind you, blood running cold in terror as you swallowed hard.

Kim Namjoon leaned against the open doorway of the balcony, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his honey-toned skin. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, muscles flexing slightly as he crossed his arms, eyes raking over your form.

You slowly turned to face him, trying your best to put on a brave face.

This was the first time you had spoken with him directly...and your nerves were beginning to show through. You had heard stories about this man...about what he did to get what he wanted...the people he's killed and tortured...rumors say that he controls the police in the city too, that he knows every move any person in the city takes.

He has power...and he's done unspeakable things to get it.

You were suddenly feeling very conscious.

"I'm thirsty." You deadpanned, walking towards the kitchen.

"You're brave..coming out here dressed like that." He stated, motioning to your attire.

Your brows furrowed as you took in his words.

You were wearing an over sized tee-shirt and pajama shorts...there was nothing tempting about your outfit in the least.

"Is there something you need?" You asked, annoyance lacing your tone.

Namjoon arched a brow at your words, amusement covering his handsome features as he watched you open the refrigerator, eyes peering inside.

He straightened his posture before making his way over to you, eyes dark and filled with an unnameable emotion.

You frowned as the door to the refrigerator slammed shut in front of you.

A gasp escaped your lips as Namjoon's hands gripped your hips from behind, turning you around to face him before shoving your body backwards into the wall beside the refrigerator.

His hands squeezed your hips tightly as his eyes bore into yours sharply, his front pressing into yours.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you?" He asked lowly. "How long I've been waiting to show you who you belong to?"

You shoved his chest, trying to force him away from you, but to no avail.

Namjoon's hand shot up, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head, making you defenseless.

"Get away from m-"

His free hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your cries in the darkness of the apartment.

Your eyes hardened on the man in front of you, body moving back and forth as you tried to get away from his firm grasp.

"You've somehow managed to evade my men since that night." He growled, nose brushing against your cheek. "Min, Kim and Jeon got their hands on you before I could."

You flinched away from him, glaring at him as you tried to alert the sleeping men in the room to what was happening.

"You're all I think about since that night." He continued, his teeth nipping at your neck in a warning manner. "The way you looked..the way you moved...So perfect. My perfect little toy."

Your eyes widened at his words, yelping at the feeling of his teeth.

"I've never been this happy to see a woman who wasn't naked." He breathed, eyes falling to your heaving chest. "This alliance won't last long...when we cure you...there will be a war for you...all of us will fight for the right to have you for ourselves. I'm afraid we're all very selfish that way, babygirl."

With a sudden burst of courage, you bit down on his hand as hard as you could before sending your leg out and kicking him in the shin.

He let out a sound of pain as he moved backwards from you, holding his bloody hand as he inspected his wound slowly.

You shuffled out of his reach, taking notice of the men who were now beginning to wake up due to Namjoon's sound of shock.

Your chest heaved as you glared at him, silently fearing for your life as his eyes locked with yours.

"Did you just bite me?" Namjoon barked.

You wiped his blood from your mouth.

"I did."

He stepped forward.

"Do you know what I am capable of doing?!" He roared. "I could kill-"

"Y-Y/n?"

Your eyes never left Namjoon's as the young boy approached you slowly, rubbing his tired eyes as he tugged on the hem of your shirt.

"Go to your brother, Louis." You said.

Jungkook stood from the couch, watching with curiosity as the rest of the men slowly sat up from their spots on the floor.

"Why is the scary man looking at you like that?" Louis asked softly, reaching his hands up in an attempt to get you to hold him in your arms.

"What's going on?" Jungkook asked, walking towards the two of you and pulling Louis to stand behind him as he took notice of the tension filling the air.

"I think you should leave, Namjoon." You spat out.

The dirty blond laughed evilly.

"I'm not going anywhere, babygirl. They need me. You need me."

"I don't need anyone." You snapped.

Jin stood up, walking over to the four of you, his tired eyes hard on Namjoon.

"What happened?" He asked.

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I was only telling Y/n the truth of this whole matter." Namjoon stated. "The fact that she's going to cause a war between us."

"What war?"

Your eyes snapped up at Yoongi's deep voice, his tone laced with anger and annoyance as he approached you from behind, his body slowly moving in front of yours.

Namjoon smiled at the assassin's entrance, taking a step forwards.

"We all know it," He started, "We want her and from what I've seen..none of you are willing to give her up without a fight and I'm not about to give her to any of you..so there will be a war. A gang war...winner takes all."

"This is not a discussion we should be having now." Jimin chimed in. "Our main priority is to cure Y/n. We should not be talking about war."

"It's inevitable, though." Namjoon stated. "One of us will win..the others will die..."

"Are you threatening us?" Yoongi snapped coldly.

You watched as Namjoon's eyes moved to yours, his smile broadening.

"You shouldn't be frightened of me, babygirl." He purred. "I'm not the enemy."

"I'm not scared of you." You growled.

Namjoon's brow raised, glancing at Yoongi.

"Do you trust Min Yoongi?" He asked, out of the blue. "Do you think he's your knight in shining armor? That's he's your protector?"

You stayed silent, glaring at him.

He hummed, glancing around the room.

"I bet you all think that he's trustworthy...Do you feel like he's the leader of this little group project?"

Everyone remained silent.

"What are you rambling about, Kim?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon stepped forward.

"I know your little secret." He sang happily.

Yoongi's heart dropped in his chest at those words, swallowing hard as he tried to keep his face neutral.

"Get out."

Namjoon shook his head.

"Tell them, Min." He purred. "Tell them how you've been keeping secrets. Tell them how you were the one who saw her first. Tell Y/n how you've been lying to her all this time."

You frowned in confusion.

"Get out!" Yoongi yelled.

"What is he talking about?" You asked softly.

The blue-haired assassin turned to face you, his eyes softening on your form.

"He isn't what you think he is, babygirl." Namjoon stated. "You see, Min Yoongi is an expert at surveillance and targeting...He knows where is place cameras. He knows how to hide them in plain sight...He knows how to be a ghost and watch from a distance."

"So what?" You asked.

"Oh, baby," He purred. "Min Yoongi is an expert at surveillance...

And he's been watching you for years."

A/N,

HOLY MOLEY STUFF IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!!!

I AM SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND-ARKGBKA NDF

I love you guys bunches and bunches!

Bye Bye!

-Max