WARNING!!!!! THERE WILL BE SOME MINOR LIMEY SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!!! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO DO SO AND IF THIS KIND OF THING OFFENDS YOU THEN WELL.... SHIT I CAN'T PROMISE I'LL REMAKE THE CHAPPIE INTO A CLEAN VERSION FOR YOU, BUT I WILL THINK ABOUT IT!

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I slam my bedroom door shut, tears streaming down my face as I collapse against it. My first day in Korea, and already everything is falling apart, wasn't it? "For fuck's sake!" I choke out. My voice is raspy and flooded with pain. The emotions inside of me have reached the boiling point and now they were flowing over and into my voice. Sarah was right, I was going to fail here. And yet again I was losing another friend, I was sure of it.

Suddenly I feel the door behind me begin to shake against my back. The door's trembling grew even more frantic as I began to pick up the sound of a voice from the other side. "Emmy?!" the door went still. "Emelia are you there? Are you ok? What's wrong?" Taehyung is on the other side of the door, now resting with his own back also upon the door.

"I'm fine, Tae," I whisper, unable to raise my voice any further for fear of cracking.

"You don't sound fine. You sound like you've been crying. People who are fine don't slam doors either..." the boy trails off into silence, letting his words fade into the air.

"Really, Tae. I'm fine. I'm just gonna head to bed now." I can hear his sigh through the door. I wait for just a moment, sure that he'll have something more to say, but he never responds. "He must be gone already,"  I think to myself. I manage to make my way to my bed, and shortly after collapsing upon it, I fall into a fitful sleep.

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"What did you do asshat?" Taehyung is furious. His right hand is currently filled with Min Yoongi's shirt even as the other is clenched into a fist at his side. Yoongi rips the other boy's hand away from himself causing Taehyung to stumble back.

"It really isn't any of your business, so I suggest you butt out," SoonMi inserts before the rapper can reply. Both boys ignore her.

"It wasn't intentional," is Yoongi's response. It infuriates Tae that the man has no intention of expounding upon that statement.

The golden-haired idol is absolutely itching to punch his hyung. "Intentional or not you made her cry. I thought you liked her?" Tae scoffs "You're not fit to be with her. Give it up."

Yoongi looks crestfallen. He'd made Emmy cry? He knew that he should have chased after her. SoonMi is hard to handle, and truth be told, he doesn't even like her. His parents have always been friends with hers though, and so their parents have always tried to push the two together. Yoongi is no idiot, he knew that SoonMi likes him, but the truth is that he only tolerates her for the sake of his parents. He knows that SoonMi is likely the one to blame, and yet he also knows that SoonMi is prone to throwing a fit until she gets what she wants. He'd already refused to fire Emmy, he'd simply thought that if she apologized it could all blow over quickly and return to normal. He'd been so consumed at the time with thoughts of getting SoonMi to leave so that he could apologize to Emmy and make things right. He'd been thinking of nothing else but how to hold her in his arms again, and instead, he had made things so much worse. He is filled with the need to go and apologize now, SoonMi be damned.

Yoongi tries to leave, but between SoonMi grabbing his arm, and Taehyung blocking the door he can't.

"Yoongi-Oppa!!! I don't know when I will get to visit again! You can't leave!" God, the pout on her face really is annoying. She is standing on her tippy toes, doing her best to look innocent.

Taehyung has his arms crossed against his chest and a scowl plastered to his handsome face. "There's no way I'm letting you anywhere near Emelia. You forfeited her heart the minute you gave this bitch free reign to trample on her!" he snaps with venom in his voice.

SoonMi is really starting to get peeved that everyone is ignoring her. "Yah! I already told Yoongi-Oppa! That horrible girl made me spill my coffee and threatened to hurt me! Oppa didn't do anything to be sorry for!"

Yoongi's hands clench tightly into fists at his side, and Taehyung shifts his focus to SoonMi. "Shut. Your. Mouth." Taehyung grinds out. "You need to leave. I would advise you not to come back here." Taehyung's voice is dangerously low, leaving no room for argument. At least not for the very bright. Which SoonMi, it appears, is not.

"You don't get to tell me things like that," she huffs indignantly. "This is Yoongi-Oppa's house too, and he wouldn't turn me away like that." She looks so sure of herself.

Taehyung has never wanted to hit a girl before, but truly is this gnome even actually a girl? Disgust is written all over Tae's face as he wonders about her intelligence level.

Yoongi takes advantage of the momentary shock that SoonMi's statement has caused in Tae. He slips past him, and as he opens his bedroom door he turns around and, looking straight at SoonMi says "You know where the door is, right?"

And like that, he is out the door and striding to Emmy's bedroom at the end of the hall. The other two follow behind Yoongi, but he manages to slip into her bedroom before either can stop him. Yoongi makes sure to lock the door behind him before making his way to her bed where she is tossing and turning. He lays down, and instinctively she cuddles into him, and becomes peaceful. It isn't long before Yoongi himself falls asleep, after resolving to talk it out with Emmy once she wakes up.

In the meantime, in the hallway, the rest of the boys have already filed out of their own rooms to see what all the commotion is about as SoonMi begins yelling at Tae.

"What's going on out here?" Jin queries, hands on his hips as he taps his left foot, impatiently awaiting an answer.

"Jin-Oppa!!!" SoonMi whines. She attempts to fling herself at the man, but crashes against Namjoon instead as Jin easily sidestepps her. Upon the impact the spritely-annoyance's purse splits open from the bottom, all of the contents held within spilling out onto the floor before she herself falls onto the floor. There is utter silence as six pairs of eyes demand an explanation from the girl currently sprawled out on the floor in a rather embarrassing position.

"No, you know what? Actually, we don't even want to know," Jimin says as he steps forward. Tae is not one to become enraged so easily. This girl has definitely done something bad. "You will leave now, and you will never come back to this condo again. If you and Yoongi-hyung wish to hang out so badly he can meet you somewhere. You will not step foot inside our home again." There is a fire in Jimin's eyes as he glares at her.

The midget gets up off of the floor when it becomes clear that no one is going to help her up. "I really don't know why everyone is acting like this!" she wails. "That stupid bitch is the one that made me spill my coffee, and then threatened to hurt me! I already told that to Yoongi-Oppa and Tae, why is everyone being so mean to me?!"

All around the room eyes harden and tempers flare. None so brightly, however, as both Jimin's and Hoseok's.

Hoseok has heard enough. "Listen here bitch, you don't come into our house and start shit and expect it to go over well. Do you even have any idea how disrespectful you are being right now? This is our house, Emmy's house, not yours, and you come in here making all this drama and racket while the rest of us are trying to sleep? You try to start some shit with part of the BTS family and expect us to take your side? Why? Because you think we don't know that you are completely full of shit?! We know you're fake!" At this point, the normally chipper boy is red with anger. "Newsflash, nobody here likes you! The only person who gives two shits about you, prefers Emmy's company! Now seriously, leave, and don't come back. I swear to all that is holy if you don't leave I will not be held accountable for my actions!"

The short brunette shakes from her head to her toes with the effort it takes to contain her rage and embarrassment. "What? Is she sucking all of you off or something?! Why do you keep defending her?! Is she that much of a whore?! Tell me, is it that good?"

The hallway becomes deathly quiet, no one moves a muscle as SoonMi's statement permeates the air. Jimin is the one to break the silence. He stands in front of the girl, eyes on fire and positively radiating murder. With a quiet and yet deadly voice, he commands "Get. Out. Now."

Jungkook, who has been standing in the back fuming silently suddenly strides forward, seeing his opportunity to put this to an end. He hauls the girl over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carries her to the front door as she flails helplessly. After opening the door with a jerk, he swiftly and quite unceremoniously drops her ass onto the front porch before slamming the door shut again. He makes his way back into the hallway and claps Joonie on the shoulder before saying "Hey, God of Destruction actually has his uses after all!"

The boys all go back to bed, and although Tae doesn't want to, he too shuffles to bed. He knows that there is nothing he can do right this moment, but it doesn't stop him from scowling at your door, and the blue-haired rapper behind it.

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There are large meaty hands in my hair, pulling me towards an opened door. My right arm throbs sickeningly, reminding me that it is broken, and yet I kick and I scream, anything to slow the excursion back to that dark, dark place. The pulsing pain in my arm is nothing compared to the fear of that cage. There is blood oozing from my lips and nose, and my vision is hazy at best. But it doesn't matter, I know where he was taking me. I know it as surely as if I had been there millions of times before. I had been there many times after all. My world begins to spin as I am thrown, landing in a tangled heap inside of my very own personal hell. The click of the lock shutting me into this place is the only sound I dare to hear. I am in the cage again.

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Yoongi doesn't know what to do, Emmy is tossing and turning so violently, and muttering strange things. His heart breaks with every whimper. Last time she had mentioned that these nightmares were based on her very own memories. He is filled with rage as he listens to Emmy pleading in her sleep, begging some unknown assailant not to hurt her. Not to shut her in the dark. He doesn't know what it means entirely, but he knows that it has to be something traumatic to cause night terrors such as this one.

He pulls Emmy closer, fitting her body flush against his own as he begins to stroke her hair, and whisper reassuring words in her ear. "Shhhh," he whispers "I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you...Shhhhhh... Everything's ok, everything is gonna be ok," he repeats. His voice is calm and soothing, and it isn't long before she settles peacefully, nightmares fading away. But Min Yoongi is far from peaceful. In truth, he burns with the desire to murder whoever had hurt her in such a way.

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When I wake up Yoongi and I are wrapped around each other, limbs entangled. It is difficult to tell where one begins and the other ends. Despite my resolve from the previous night I can't help but to be glad that he is here. He wakes shortly after me due to the movement of my stirring.

"Your dreams... What are they about?" he asks gently as I turn to face him.

"It's just..." I pause, I've never told anyone about my nightmares before, or my past. I find it incredibly difficult to speak about it. "Bad memories, about people that hurt me as a child." My voice is low, and almost indiscernible.

Yoongi studies my rigid form silently. "I'm sorry." He says. I know that he's apologizing for earlier, he doesn't even need to elaborate. But he does anyways. "I know that you were harrassed by SoonMi, she can be a lot to handle... But our parents are close so I have to get along with her." He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him once more.

"Yoongi, you have to stop." I try to pull away, but he refuses to let me go. "You might give me the wrong idea," I try quietly.

"What if it's not the wrong idea, what if you have it exactly right?" He snuggles his face into my neck, inhaling my scent.

I stutter, blushing furiously. "W-w-what do you m-mean?" It is difficult to concentrate with his breath caressing my sensitive neck.

"I like you Emelia. I want you for myself. Any and all of the misunderstandings you are afraid of are not misunderstandings at all."

"Yoongi..." I am unsure as to what I should say. But I'm also painfully aware of the reality of my situation. "You're a famous idol, and I'm your housekeeper. You are surrounded by beautiful women constantly; how could I ever be good enough for you? There's no way that we could ever..." Yoongi knows by the tremble in my voice that I feel the same as he does. I inwardly curse myself for giving it away.

Instead of responding with words the idol pulls back, if only slightly, to look me in the eyes. He props himself up on one elbow as I roll onto my back, desperate to avoid his gaze. His free hand is suddenly caressing my face, trailing a path gently up and into my hair. His fingers clutch at my hair gently and as he leans down and pulls me up towards him to place his lips upon mine.

It starts innocently enough, just a simple peck at first. But then he comes in for another, and another. The fourth time he places his lips against mine is different. He begins to massage my lips with his own, tongue darting out to swipe against my lips, seeking entrance into my mouth.

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I am frozen, so when my lips do not open, Min Yoongi decides to do whatever it takes to gain entrance into the sweet haven that is my mouth. He breaks the kiss and drops my head in order to swing his leg over my body so that he is now straddling me. He places one hand beside my head to hold the bulk of his weight then leans back in to kiss me again, lips sensually sliding against my own as the other hand traces a whispering trail down towards my hip.

His hand dips under my shirt, fingers splayed across my hip bone before digging his fingers into my skin as he thrusts against me. I moan, I don't understand what is going on, but it feels so good. Yoongi takes this chance and slides his tongue into my mouth, exploring, devouring. As the kiss continues it intensifies, and so do his thrusts against my core. Before long he is grinding against me and moaning into the kiss himself.

He then wraps an arm behind me, sitting up and taking me with him. Due to the proximity I am now seated on his lap as he continues to kiss me, breathing through his nose because he does not want to tear his lips away from mine. My hands lift, seemingly of their own accord, to tangle themselves in his hair, pulling his face closer to mine as if I can't get close enough. As if I want to devour him. Yoongi doesn't seem to mind. His hands come to grip my hips, manipulating them into gyrating against him.

I can feel the hardness in his pants, and rubbing against it feels so heavenly. A fire erupts in my belly as Yoongi's hands roam my body, uncontrollably. I continue to gyrate against his erection, straining through his sweats, as his hands manically explore every inch of skin they can physically reach. His hands come to rest upon my ass as I finally pull away for breath, frenzied and light-headed from the passion. We are both panting as he rests his head against my breast.

"Yoongi," I moan, my voice low and husky; I almost can't believe that's my voice. What is this man doing to me?

Before I can fully recover from the effects of Yoongi's passion on me, he begins suckling against my neck. Again I moan, the pressure in my chest returning in full force as Yoongi's fingers deftly slide up into my shirt. His lips are back upon mine in the span of a heart beat, one hand splayed across my back even as the other finds a taut nipple. Yoongi greedily drinks in my moans as he pinches and teases my nipple.

He is so hard right now, and he wants me so badly. The knowledge of this is heady, empowering, and spirits me away to a place where it is just Yoongi and I. Nothing else matters.

He pulls away from the kiss as he leads me back into a lying position. His hands find their way slowly from my hips to my breasts as my back arches, pushing my breasts into his hands as he teases them.

His pelvis is still grinding against my own, albeit more frantically now, as he pulls my shirt up. It is bunched up at my collarbone as he leans down to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. My hands shoot up into his hair.

I'm unable to decide between pushing him away or pulling him closer, so instead I simply cling to him for dear life while squirming and gyrating against him.

Yoongi's voice is dripping with lust, his desire for me made clear by the husky tone "I need you, Emmy," he groans, hips jerking as his grinding becomes erratic and uncontrollable, the need to be inside of me becoming too great. "I can't..." His voice is strained as he groans "I need to be inside of you!"

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It isn't until I feel his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear and sleep shorts that I am capable of any level of thought at all. Suddenly logic and reason come rushing back to me. I push him away, before scooting away myself. I gaze at him from my position leaning against the headboard. The heat in his eyes has not yet dissipated as he gazes at me, devouring me with his eyes. I am flushed, chest heaving with the effort of taking in enough air. The way he's looking at me is almost enough to bring back the heat, my nether regions still throbbing and aching with need.

I'm sure how things got so out of hand so quickly, but I know that this can't happen. Even if I've dreamed of it, even if I want it desperately. Because there is no way that Min Yoongi can actually love someone like me. That thought alone is deterrent enough. It's as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice water over me, and everything becomes crystal clear. The fog that had been clouding my vision is gone. Yoongi leans forward, lustful intentions clear on his impassioned face. My heart clenches painfully. He truly is beautiful in this moment. Eyes half-lidded and glazed with passion. His skin, coated as it is in a fine sheen of sweat, and his messy hair scream danger. I hate myself for what I'm about to do.

"Yoongi, snap out of it!"

The poor man stops in his tracks and looks at me with confusion. All rational thought has already left his higher brain. He's been running on the demands of his lower brain and his instincts are screaming at him that I had wanted this too. What changed?

He attempts to move closer to me again, but I hold my arms in front of me, halting his advance.

He sits up, fire gone, and in its place is a look of hurt that makes me feel like the tiniest insect. But Yoongi is an expert at hiding pain with annoyance.

"What the fuck?" he questions. "I know that you felt it too, why did you suddenly turn away from me?" He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to regain some semblance of control since that is clearly what I want.

"Yoongi, I already told you that there's no way we could ever work out." I pause, attempting to think of the best way to word what I need to say. "I can't fall for you Min Yoongi. Because there's not a snowball's chance in hell that someone like you could truly love someone like me. I..." I begin to choke on my own emotions. I'm such a mess, I don't truly understand what I feel, or what is going on, and in all honesty, I'm afraid.

"You're scared." Yoongi states quietly. Though it had taken a minute for him to get his own emotions under control, he now seems to have full control of his faculties. He easily understands why I had suddenly withdrawn now, not having intended to take things quite that far himself. "You're scared that I will hurt you, I understand that." This time when he gathers me into his arms, and pulls me to sit into his lap, I allow it. He embraces me tightly as he tells me, "Please. Please give me a chance." I can't see it, but there are tears in Yoongi's eyes, threatening to spill over as he clutches me tightly. "I know that from where you stand it is easy to disbelieve, but I mean it when I say that I like you. I like you Emelia, I've liked you for what feels like forever. I've liked you since before you even knew what my face looked like, and I promise you, that if you just give me a chance to prove that to you I will. I will make you happy. I won't hurt you."

At this point Yoongi is aware that he's rambling, panicking because he just knows that I'm going to reject him. "Please, please, just give me a chance."

Something in his voice sounds so broken, so defeated. Despite my fear and uneasiness, I can't help but be moved.

My arms finally wrap around him in return as I allow myself to melt into his hug. "Okay."

Such a simple sentence. Just one word. Spoken with such reluctance and caution even. But with that one word Yoongi lights up. He pushes me back, intent upon looking at me. His face shines brightly as it features my favorite gummy smile.

He leans in again to whisper slyly in my ear "That means that you're officially mine now, Emmy."

I shiver at the sensual ideas that his declaration brings to my brain.

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The next morning I wake up in Yoongi's arms, and I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't make my heart soar. I can smell breakfast in the air, and although I'm uncertain what it is per se, it smells absolutely wonderful. I make my way to the kitchen, and sit at the bar. Apparently, besides Jin I'm the only one awake.

"Is there anything that I can do to help?" I ask him. But he is quick to turn down my offer.

"Absolutely not!" He grins. "Someone might get the impression that I make you work for your food! And that would simply be a tragedy! What kind of big brother would I be then?" He sits a bowl of some kind of soup, and a rather large portion of rice before me. "Besides, I'm already done. See?" He gestures to the food before me.

It doesn't just smell amazing, it looks wonderful, too.

As I begin to chow down, the others begin to file into the kitchen. Most everyone is tired this morning, it seems, if the way that they are shuffling about is any indication. Even Hoseok is dragging his feet. The boys sit down to eat, and one by one food is placed before them.

I stand up, meaning to go and wake Yoongi, when he walks into the kitchen on his own. There's a bright smile on his face when he sees me, and I'm so busy being enraptured with that smile that I don't see the glare that Taehyung sends towards Yoongi's general vicinity. Yoongi does, not that he seems particularly perturbed by it in the slightest.

He walks towards me with purpose in his step. He stops in front of me and, after wrapping an arm around my back, pulls me into him with such force I almost stop breathing. The look in his eyes isn't helping as he leans down and molds his lips to my own. I am making out. With Min Yoongi. In Jin's kitchen.

After what feels like hours, but in reality is only a few minutes, Yoongi pulls away. I am breathless as he announces to his hyungs that he and I are officially dating. I flush bright red as the boys stare at me dumbfounded.

"Wait! When did this happen?!" Jin freaks out. "You can't date my baby sister!" Jin is pouting now and pulling at my arm despite the fact that Yoongi refuses to let go. "No one is good enough for my Emmy-ah!"

"Yah! What about me?!" Tae yells as he throws his hands up into the air. Jin looks at the golden-haired boy as if he'd lost his damn mind.

"Especially not you!" Jin yells.

Yoongi smiles. Really truly smiles. He knows that his hyung is just teasing him. But there is one thing, or one person, that he is worried about. Yoongi is no fool. He is aware that Taehyung is also interested in Emmy, and the knowledge scares him shitless. No one else has ever made him feel the way that she does, and to be honest that scares him, too. He knows that Tae won't take this news well. His suspicions are confirmed as he peers at him from over Emmy's shoulder and notices Tae's face set into a hard scowl. Well, too bad. As far as Yoongi is concerned she was always meant to be his, Taehyung be damned.

I wave the boys off as they leave for work. After cleaning up the remains of breakfast, and washing the dishes, I notice that there's a grocery list and a wad of bills on the counter next to a small blue sticky note with Hangeul on it. I figure it must have been left for me by Jin, and so I decide to set out to get groceries. It's gonna be fucking cold, but again, it's my job. I make sure to arm the security box and lock the front door before heading out.

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If I had been aware of just how far the shopping district was from where the boys lived I would have waited until the boys got home, but as things stand I have finally arrived. There's no way I'm going to be able to make the walk back however. Unfortunately this is the moment it hits me, I don't even understand how Korean currency really works, I have no cell phone, and now I'm also effectively stranded.

"Shit!"

Why couldn't I have realized this earlier? Even if I had a phone I definitely didn't have the boy's numbers, what am I going to do?

A young man notices my crestfallen expression and makes his way to me as I stand dumbly in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice that you look lost. Could I maybe be of assistance?"

I explain the situation to the man, who speaks perfect English, and he nods gently with a kind smile fixed upon his face. "I understand. If you'd like I can take you to the shops that have the best deals and help you out. I was actually just about to get some shopping done myself!"

"I'd be really grateful!" I nod vigorously. "Thank God for chivalry!" I think to myself. The young man grabs my hand and leads me down the street. Unbeknownst to me, there's a not-so-kind grin upon his face as he drags me along.

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When the boys return home they're astonished to find that Emmy is not there. It only makes sense that she is the first thing Yoongi wants to see when he comes home, so why is she not home? He knows the minute he arrives that something is off. Panic sets in immediately. All seven of the boys lost in a state of severe terror as they realize that she's out in the streets of Seoul with no way for them to contact her or vice versa, and no knowledge of how the country works in any real capacity.

"Why would she leave the condo?" Yoongi snarls, he is very near a complete meltdown at this point. She isn't safe, she's in danger, and he is helpless to do anything about it. He can't lose her.

"Guys! The grocery list and money that I left on the counter is gone! I think she went to get groceries!" Jungkook yells excitedly from the kitchen. The poor boy expects his hyung's to be happy that he has discovered where Emmy's gone. Wrong.

"What do you mean grocery list and money? Why would you leave something like that out, as if asking her to get them?! She doesn't have a cell phone yet! She doesn't even understand how Korean currency works, nor does she speak Korean!" Yoongi is enraged at this point, has no one any common sense around here?

"Jin-hyung asked me to!" Jungkook hollers defensively. Go figure that the one time he does as he's told he gets yelled at.

"I also asked you to leave a note, telling her to wait for us to come home," Jin shouts.

Jin isn't faring any better than Yoongi. At the moment he's so worried he's afraid he might vomit. Also, there's an overwhelming urge to strangle the boy currently waving that stupid piece of paper in front of his face.

"I did! Maybe she didn't read it?" Jungkook replies, still upset that he's being yelled at.

"Let me see." Yoongi commands as the youngest hands over the piece of paper. Yoongi doesn't even need to read it, his scowl intensifies. He turns to Jungkook and with venom and deadly calm in his voice Yoongi says "It's in Korean."

"Well yeah. What else would-" understanding dawns on Jungkook's face. "Oh, shit!"