Imploding. That's the word you believe you'll be using soon to describe yourself as you sense that you'll inwardly explode with frustration in a matter of a few seconds.

Like a ticking time bomb you saunter towards the table, the lean, slick woman granting you a displayed smile as she props the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder whilst clutching at it.

You remove your jacket whilst loosening your tie and unbuttoning your shirt as you take a seat, "Mrs Kim" you greet as she looks at you with a smirk.

Her beady eyes scan your face as she mocks the aggressive aura emanating from your body. "Lovely step-" "let me just cut you off there" you interrupt, "I'm not related to you in any way."

She gives you a scoff glaring through your mannerless tactics as you shrug a 'I clearly don't give a fuck' look at her "please refrain from putting on this innocent facade and get on with whatever you have to say to me" you grunt.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I forgot your mother didn't teach you any manners; seems like she taught the opposite" your fists clench into balls at the mention and you breathe out.

"Mrs Kim" you call with a fake smile on your face "these men that you've called to protect you aren't doing a very good job, that tea you're drinking-."

You pause to look at her face a smirk threatening to slip onto your lips, she glances at the cup whilst looking back and forth, all the men that were hidden a while ago step out from their position giving you a clear view of how many she's brought.

"Is in fact camomile tea, don't you usually order green tea?" You question with a chuckle "it'll take more than three measly men to hold me off" you inform in a calm manner.

"Now let's talk business before I end up stabbing someone with my fork" "there you go with the violence again" she sighs "suck it up old woman and sign the divorce papers."

"Tell SeokJin to come home or I will force his son to go abroad."; you tut whilst rubbing your temples, "is that a threat Mrs Kim, are you that desperate?" You mock.

The older woman simply motions for one of her men to grab your arm, You sigh "let me go while you can" you warn as he moves away.

"Your threats don't affect me" you smirk "as if he would ever agree with that" you scoff "he already has, you think he wants to stay with you, you think he wants to live with you; I don't think he does."

"I don't think anyone would want to live in the house of a psychopath."

You snap fiercely into position as you grit your teeth, in the blink of an eye your hands slam down on the table.

"That's it old timer, your time is up hag bitch" and with that you quickly grab onto her weave pelting it out of the window next to her in one swift motion.

It takes her a few minutes of shock to apprehend the situation as she clothes her bare head with her hands. The man on the right however clutches onto your arm once again.

Your palm lands on the metal utensil adjacent to you before a voice interrupts the feud "that's enough" Taehyung shouts.

Luckily the cafe's merely crowded less Lisa who stares at you in shock "over here too?" He snaps at his mother.

His eyes move towards you and soften for a while "come on" he sighs before throwing the guard's hand off you whilst grabbing your arm.

Jungkook's POV

Jungkook almost fails to comprehend the situation, he looks at you with with shock whilst pulling up his face mask. He knew your family was 'complicated' according to Jimin but he didn't realise to what extent.

He also doesn't blame you, rather finds your confidence amusing. Gathering information Jungkook comes up with his conclusion shocked by the results of his puzzle piecing.

A thought crosses his mind as he pulls out a familiar file, the edges of the cardboard scrapes against his long fingers as he pulls out a stack of pictures.

The file, to be exact your file, includes a lot of things about you which are probably not supposed to be seen. Skimming through the thin sheets he learns more than he can imagine.

But his expression doesn't falter as he looks through the unfortunate and other events of your past. A particular piece of information glimmers amongst the rest and a small smile reaches his face.

All he knows is, if you ever need anyone he'll always come running.