After breakfast, Jin ushered us all back into the living room saying he had an important announcement to make, that everyone had to be present for shooting the excitable maknaes a warning look as they were about to sneak off.

I sat on the armchair nervously anticipating what was about to be bought up, whilst I had told Jin oppa, I wasn't sure if I was comfortable letting them all know- not that I didn't trust them, more so it seemed like unnecessary emotional garbage to load onto them. I'd rather they all knew without me being there, I didn't want to be weak. Showing weakness made you easier to be hated, neglected he had told you that enough times, no matter how long it had been I couldn't seem to shake off this looming shadow and menacing presence which seemed to constantly intrude on my life. Would I never be free of him?

Whilst I was lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realised that Hobi oppa had been trying for some time to get my attention and it was on the repetitive calling of (Y/N). Shaking myself out of my thoughts I realised that my spacing out had caught everyone's attention, Jin oppa's looking both worried and alert. I subtly shook my head at him, our eyes communicating silently between each other before we reached a decision to talk about it later, going by his pointed stare there was no backing out of it.

"SO! As the oldest hyung who has single-handedly raised six children, I've decided I don't want to raise boys anymore....so I'm adopting (Y/N)-ah instead!"

The sudden announcement confused everyone, including me, I had no idea he was going to take this spin on it but also grateful he didn't start with the issue at hand.

"She's a better child, perfectly raised and I want a daughter."

As he went on talking as to why he had enough raising boys, I couldn't help but giggle as well as admire the dedication Jin oppa had put into helping raise them, it definitely isn't easy and he was the youngest in his own family, so to come and take on that responsibility is admirable.

"....And so, she'll be moving in. No arguments, we have a spare room, she's taking it. Now...(Y/N) I'll go help you pack your stuff, and boys- chores." And with that whisked me out of the chair and led me out to my own apartment closing the door to the loud protests and shouts of his dongsaengs.

As we sat in my room packing up my clothes and items, he turned to me all of a sudden.

"Spill. And don't even try to pretend about what. Remember what I said..."

I nodded, knowing he'd picked up on my spacing out as something more than just drowning out the boys' excited chatter.

"The reason I thought the incident with Lia and me is connected is because...I might be overreading into this a lot but I used to be in a long-term relationship with this guy back in (Y/C) during university, but after a few months he became obsessive and controlling and I found out he used to follow me whenever I'd go out with my friends...he totally lost it when I hung out with my best friend."

But as I spoke, I saw more logic and reasoning behind my thoughts, I hadn't realised my mind had been connecting these ideas long before I had gotten to voice them.

Jin oppa had grown uncharacteristically quiet, his fists clenching tightly around the blanket he had been folding up.

I placed a hand on the clenched fist drawing his eyes to mine, they were seething with anger and it was a sight I hoped never to see directed at myself.

"(Y/N)-ah, I swear that I'll help you and protect you, if it is that guy or whoever it may be will NOT get to you. You understand that by staying with us, I can keep a better eye on you and look after you more easily."

After that they continued to pack in a comfortable silence, but what they didn't remember was that the door of the apartment had been left opened to take the luggage through and so didn't know that what had been said had been heard. A figure in black slinking away silently rather than entering to help like he'd intended, lips pressing hard together in repressed fury.

(WHICH MEMBER DO YOU THINK IT WAS??)

A few hours later, I had finished packing up most of my things but decided to leave the kitchen mostly untouched- Jin oppa's dishes would have to do, though they didn't match my large collection. With my headphones around my ears soft instrumentals drifting through and calming me as I worked, I was just about to start on arranging my clothes when I became alert to the loud whispers and scuffling happening from outside the door. Putting the headphones around my neck, I walked towards the door and suddenly yanked it open diving back as seven bodies came tumbling down onto the floor.

Seven faces grinned up at me unashamedly before they all rose to their feet bounding in and making themselves at home in my new bedroom.

They all were carrying different items in their hands.

Joonie was holding the latest installation in my favourite book series.

Hobi was carrying a basket filled with self-pamper goodies; but I knew from the excitable grin on his face he fully intended to be included in the pampering too.

Jinnie was holding a large plushie and some blankets.

Kookie came in bearing some games and movies as well as some cartons of banana milk.

Tae was lugging a body pillow with him.

Jiminie was holding some candles. And Yoongi came in carrying an electric blanket as well as a few boxes of pizza.

I understood from the items in their hands that they intended on staying and the thought comforted me. From the look on their faces I could tell that whilst I had been unpacking, Jinnie oppa had filled them in on the situation without giving away all the details.

They all set the items down before rushing to help me. As Tae helped me organise my wardrobe, he chattered to me about organising according to outfits and colours. Jinnie oppa was smoothing the bed covers and fussing over the sheets and insisting on adding more pillows whilst making sure Joonie stayed with him so nothing broke- Yoongi was already straightening a chest of drawers he'd knocked over and the desk he'd ploughed into in his eagerness to help, but I think he just wanted to see the box of books lying on top. Jiminie was going through a photo album he'd found- how embarrassing, I hoped it wasn't the secondary school period ones- that was a bad enough experience for me to look through, let alone anyone else. Not to mention that, this specific album showed a dark transition of my life- it was there for anyone to see, and it was a vulnerability I wasn't ready to open up again. A quick glance at the dark covers of the album confirmed my fears and rather than walk over and take it out of his hands, I just called him over.

"Jiminie, do you wanna choose my outfit for tomorrow?" to which he eagerly bounded over, and Tae pouted at.

I cooed at the cute sight and reached up to ruffle his hair- he ducked into the caress leaning into the touch.

"You can choose my outfit for my meeting Taetae." I bargained, knowing I was going to be in for hours of debates.

I turned to spot Kookie and found him sitting contentedly on the floor in a pile of mixed boxes ranging from accessories to pampering products to a stack, he eagerly bounded from one box to other. I shook my head at the sight, looks like I was going to have company tonight- not that I wasn't craving it anyways.

After a surprisingly short time- considering poor Joonie kept knocking over one box or the other to which he kept apologising profusely- the room was set up and at the boys insistence piled onto the blankets and pillows they'd set up on the ground.

We all lay there sprawled, the boys bodies' overlapping and intertwining with each other, it looked like they didn't want to make me uncomfortable, but I craved to be in a cuddle.

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Unconsciously, (Y/N) had been pouting at the cuddle pile the maknaes were giggling in but didn't realise it had drawn more than one set of eyes on her and it was Tae, who was more perceptive than anyone gave credit for, who started to draw the body pillow he'd entered the room earlier on with, as a pretence, but whilst doing so snagged her wrist and gently tugged her towards him.

"I think you'll make better cuddling company than the pillow (Y/N)-ah, cuddle with meee." And of course, no-one could say no to that face or that tone.

And he so pulled the pliant young woman into a cuddle before pulling her to lean onto him sideways, his arms still wrapped around her in a loose embrace.

The room was filled with soft chatter, and soft laughs but it wasn't long before Kookie was the one who voiced the question, perhaps all of them; though Yoongi would deny it were dying to ask.

"(Y/N)-ahh, can we have a pamper party?"

His eager eyes had caught on the boxes filled with products as well as the basket of goodies Hoseok had come in bearing and he knew his hyungs wanted to relax and unwind too, also gathering from the amount of products that their young manager liked indulging in self-care too.

She eagerly nodded and when she sat up out of Taehyung's embrace, who whined petulantly before attaching himself to Yoongi, and quickly rose to her feet to get the baskets of goodies she had just organised as well as some spare headbands for the guys.

(THE SOFT HEADBANDS USED FOR FACIALS AND WASHING UP BTW!)

Quickly bands were grabbed at, the sight of them arguing over which animal band they wanted was too endearing to see.

Namjoon grabbed a koala headband, a soft blue, with the eyes being half-open, Jungkook grabbed a white bunny headband, Jimin dove for the calico cat, Yoongi for a black cat-ears headband, Tae chose a cute striped tiger pattern one, Hobi for the sunflower one and Jin for a soft pink. (Y/N) herself chose a panda one, before setting out a pile of sheet masks- and again chaos ensued as they fought over the different types and scents.

When the sheet masks had been carefully placed on by (Y/N), she didn't know whether or not to do manicures- should she, shouldn't she?

To her surprise, it was Yoongi who first approached her offering her his nails having noted the internal struggle she was battling, resigning himself for years of teasing from the members but he'd do it. For her, he'd embarrass himself. She seemed grateful and gently got to work on his nails, gently filing and smoothing them out and buffing them up to a shine.

Any teases and insults on the boys' lips died out when they saw the natural polish and shine Yoongi's hands now adorned and instead clamoured over each other to be next. Jin won.

A few hours later, when the boys had exhausted themselves over arguing and wanting more pampering from (Y/N), they all settled down to sleep, unanimously deciding (Y/N) should be in the middle. On one side was Jin and on the other was Yoongi who'd fought the maknae line and Hoseok off, Namjoon had taken one look at the determination and backed off setting down to sleep behind Jin.

But as they all drifted off to sleep, (Y/N) lay awake thinking how grateful she was for being made part of this family, to be accepted. But as sleep started to catch up to her, he brain started to sift through small details that had been bothering her and trying to make connections...was it? Could it be? The last conscious thought she had was tomorrow she needed to make that phone call- to the one person who could really help her.

(AND WE'RE DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I WAS GONNA INTRODUCE THE FRIEND BUT THEY'LL MAKE AN APPEARANCE SOON...I FELT BTS AND YOU NEEDED THIS CODDLE TIME. I THINK THEY'RE THE SWEETEST BOYS EVER, THEY ALL HAVE PROTECTIVE CARING INSTINCTS ROARING UPTO THE SURFACE. EVEN THOUGH JIN HAS TOLD THEM SOMETHING...IS IT THE WHOLE STORY?? ALSO...WHAT ROLE SHOULD THIS MASKED FIGURE HOLD? BULLY? STALKER? CLOSE FRIEND TURNED BAD...? LET ME KNOW.... DON'T BE SILENT PLEASE. I APPRECIATE AND WANT TO THANK ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE BEEN READING THIS, IT MEANS A LOT TO ME THAT OVER 2K VIEWS ARE FOR THIS FANFIC! BORAHAE ARMY! STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY!)

PurpleQueenie <3