***You open the door to your apartment and stop short when you see Brett standing in the living room. He grabs the door and pulls you in roughly by the wrist, putting himself between you and your only exit.

"Hello, Love Bug. Have fun out with your mother today?"***

He pulls you into him by the waist, and you instantly want to vomit. You begin to cry silently, praying he doesn't hurt you. You want to make him leave, but you're terrified and struggle to find your voice.

"Please leave, Brett. I don't want you here, and I'm expecting company any minute."

He ignores your plea and forces you to kiss him. Your stomach is not happy about this. You struggle to push him away, but he's too strong.

"You know, that man can't make you as happy as I can. You remember the nights we had together. We were so happy, so in love. That's all I've been thinking about lately, you know? How you felt in my arms. The feel of you under me."

He starts to kiss down your neck while one hand roams to your breast. He squeezes hard, and you try again to push him off of you. You're shaking with fear. How can you alert Nathan? You need to get this creep out of here before Namjoon arrives. Who knows what Brett would do to him? You've never had the evidence, but you're sure he's the reason you never made it to a second date with anyone else.

"I don't want to remember, Brett. Please leave me alone."

He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Leave you alone? With a man who is clearly not good enough for you? I mean, look at this place. It's tiny, tacky, and unsuitable for a princess like you. What kind of man would I be if I allowed him to continue bringing you down? Holding you back? He can't be there for you like I can.

"He's leaving you soon, you know. What kind of a relationship can you have when he's traipsing around the world?! I'm here! I'll always be here! Whether you like it or not, you're mine!"

You look around for an escape. Your phone is in your purse, and he'd snatch it up before you have a chance to grab it. He's between you and any exits, holding you so tight he's bruising your side. He's getting angry now, and you don't see any way to escape. You try to struggle your way out of his grip, but you only piss him off more.

Eventually, he lets you go and slaps you hard in the face. You fall to the ground at the force, and your stomach finally revolts. You jump up and run to the bathroom with him on your heels, thinking you're trying to escape. You barely make it to the toilet, and he stands in the doorway, seething at you.

"Can I please have some privacy?!" you say between retches.

He slams the door shut but remains sentinel outside. You finally stop retching and turn on the water. You're flushed, sweating, your makeup smeared. That's when you see the window in the mirror. Nathan is just outside. Maybe...

You open the window as quietly as you can and stick your head out. You can't tell if he sees you or not, and yelling to get his attention is out of the question. There's a towel on the rack next to you. You wave it out of the window like a flag and see the car door open. Thank god for small miracles!

Brett bangs on the door.

"Are you about done yet?"

"I'm just trying to straighten myself up."

You have to stall until Nathan gets there. This is the only way you'll get out of here without him hurting you again. You hear the front door slam open, and you release the breath you didn't know you were holding. You're scared to open the door until you know it's safe.

You hear grunts and things getting knocked around, and you hope Nathan is ok. Your phone is in your purse, still by the front door where you dropped it. Then, there's a gentle knock on the bathroom door.

"It's safe now, Ma'am. He's gone."

You rush out of the room and pull him into a hug. He's a bit taken by surprise and awkwardly pats your back.

"There, there. Uh. Let's get you out of here."

You let him lead you out the door and into the car without your purse or phone. You have no idea where he is going, and you're kind of numb from the shock of what just happened. You don't even register that Nathan is on the phone reporting the events to his boss. Suddenly, you panic as a thought occurs to you.

"I need to call Namjoon. He could be on his way there right now. What if Brett's still there, waiting for him to show up? Oh god! What if he hurts Namjoon!?"

"I've already taken care of that. We're on our way to his place right now, so stay calm, Miss Davenport. You and Mr. Kim are safe."

A few minutes later, Nathan arrives at a high-rise apartment building and pulls into the garage. He lets you out and escorts you into the elevator up to the 19th floor. Another guard is waiting outside and lets you both in. Taehyung is in the living room playing a video game, pauses it, and jumps up at the sight of you, clearly in distress.

"Jin! Hoseok! It's Y/N! Get in here!"

You break down the moment he puts his arms around you in a hug. He helps you to the couch when your legs begin to give out on you. All the guys rush into the room at once, even Yoongi. They all move to surround you, except Hobi. He's disappeared somewhere, and you're too numb to ask where. Jungkook wraps a blanket around you, and you realize you'd been shivering.

Hobi comes out a couple of minutes later with a cup of tea for you and says Namjoon will be here in a minute. His English may be a tad broken, but you heard exactly what you wanted to hear. It won't be long before you feel safe in your man's arms.

You hold on tight to your tea and take a testing sip. It's lavender and chamomile and precisely what you needed, so you give him a grateful smile. Hobi's face lights up in return and urges you to drink more.

"You hungry?" Jin inquires gently.

"No, thank you. My stomach and I aren't on speaking terms right now."

The front door opens, and in rushes Namjoon. Everyone backs up to give him room but doesn't leave your side.

"What happened, Baby? You're shaking."

He sits down and pulls you to cradle in his lap so he can hold you. He rocks you back and forth while you ugly cry into his neck.

"You're safe now. I got you, Baby. Has she said anything about what happened?" he asks the other guys in their language, and they all shake their heads.

He turns to Nathan for the same question, and he tells Namjoon everything from what he witnessed. Apparently, Brett must have heard Nathan running up the stairs and managed to escape before Nathan could get a good look at him. You add your own account after Nathan is finished with his end of the story.

"I'm so sorry. All of you. I'm such a mess and a burden."

"No, Baby! You're not a burden, and I'm glad you came here. You're safe, and nothing is going to happen to you here. I can't believe he was waiting for you like that. Let me see you," he says, lifting your chin to inspect where Brett hit you.

There's a flash of anger that crosses his face before he closes his eyes, trying to remain calm. He holds your head to his chest, running his hands soothingly through your hair. The guys begin to disperse but not before giving you a hug or patting you on the back in reassurance.

"Are you hungry? I think there's stuff in the fridge for a sandwich."

Your stomach is still hurting from today's events, so you shake your head no.

"You look pale. What have you eaten today?"

"A smoothie with Gina. I got rid of that when I ran to the bathroom, though."

"You need something. How about this? You can get yourself cleaned up, and I'll find you something to get comfortable in. In the meantime, I'll look for something you can eat that won't upset your stomach too much. Then, we can lay in bed together and watch a movie on tv. Sound good?"

You don't want to leave his arms but cleaning up and changing your clothes does sound good. You still aren't convinced that eating is a good idea, but you'll try for him. You know he means well.

In the bathroom, after tying back your hair and starting up the shower, you gingerly remove your clothes and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Aside from being sore all over, your hip is bruised from where you fell. Your face is a little red from where Brett slapped you, but it should be gone by morning. He gave you worse before you left two years ago. You feel embarrassed to see the marks, but there is a sense of relief knowing that the bruises won't stay for long.

After changing into one of Joonie's long, baggy shirts, you climb into his bed under the covers. He comes in with a tray for you containing a Sprite, cheese, crackers, and bananas. At least it was something he didn't have to set the smoke alarms off for. You know how he can't be trusted in the kitchen, being the God of Destruction and all.

The both of you curl up together, and he tells you to pick a movie. Harry Potter it is. You fall asleep almost immediately while he holds you close all night. In the morning, you're still in his arms, and you see him watching you. He doesn't look like he's gotten much sleep, and you instantly feel guilty.

"Good morning, beautiful. I think I smell coffee. You want to drink it in here? Or do you want to get something for breakfast in the kitchen? Jin is probably awake whipping something up. I know you didn't have anything substantial for dinner."

You know you're hungry, but you don't know if you're up to facing everybody after last night. You consider your options and decide that you've already let them see you at your worst. Might as well face the music and go out there for breakfast.

Apparently, Nathan had gone back to your apartment at some point last night because your BT21 gym bag is by the bedroom door with a change of clothes inside. That's not embarrassing at all. Your purse, containing your phone, is on top of it. You're too scared to open your phone, so you just stuff it back into your purse and head out to the kitchen in your change of clothes. Namjoon is already waiting for you with a cup of coffee, just how you like it, and Jin is at the stove working on something that smells absolutely amazing.

"How you like eggs, Y/N?"

"However you make them, Jin."

Namjoon translates for you, and Jin rubs his hands together, trying to look evil. That makes you laugh, and you relax a bit. At least he's not treating you differently than he did before.

Yoongi shuffles in with a grumpy pout on his face and heads straight for the coffee, grabs toast off of the stack Hobi had been buttering, and heads back to his room. Apparently, he's not much of a morning person either. Namjoon is busy on his phone and notepad, as is customary for him in the morning.

Now Tae, JK, and Jimin have arrived from their morning workout and attempt to attack the toast. Hobi smacks Tae's hand and tells him, what you assume is, to wait. The other two younger men tease him, and they all head to their rooms to shower. You've always enjoyed watching them on YouTube or VLive going about their days, but to see it firsthand is something else entirely. Especially since there are no captions and Namjoon is too preoccupied to translate.

Jin plates your omelet and hands it to Hobi so he can add the toast and fruit he's been cutting up. Hobi serves you your plate with a flourish. Wow. You knew Jin was a good cook, but this omelet has you drooling. Fresh spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms, and a hefty slice of swiss cheese in the middle. You take your first bite and moan from the pleasure in your mouth. That forces Joonie out of his concentration.

"Should I be jealous?" he asks in a teasing tone.

"Depends. How often does Jin cook like this?"

He sits up, says something to Jin, and they begin bantering back and forth. You'd be concerned if they weren't both smiling about it.

"What I wouldn't give to have subtitles right now."

That gets a laugh from all of them, and you tuck into your food with a bashful smile on your face. You didn't mean to say that out loud, but it's true. One of these days, you're going to learn Korean.

The time has now come for you to begin getting ready for Gina's party, and you're not looking forward to this. You know you'll both have security present, but what if Brett corners Namjoon? What if Gina says something to Namjoon, and he decides you aren't worth this anymore? You hear a gentle knock on the door.

"I'm almost ready. Just let me get my shoes on."

You quickly put the last earring in and put your shoes on. You've even got on the sexy underwear and corset your mother insisted on. At least you'll have fun after the party. In the meantime, you'll show up, mingle for a few minutes and disappear as fast as possible. You cross your fingers that Gina won't notice you're gone. You pray that Brett was scared off enough from Nathan that he doesn't show up tonight.

You step out into the common room, and the chatter stops. Namjoon's jaw drops, and you do a spin so he can see the dress in all its glory. Jimin elbows him, but he's frozen, speechless. Taehyung decides to break the silence instead.

"You're beautiful tonight, Y/N."

"Thank you, Tae."

They all follow suit in complimenting you, and Namjoon gathers his wits, finally.

"I'll be the luckiest man at the party tonight because I'll have you by my side."

That's better. You blush while Namjoon bows and kisses your hand. You are the luckiest woman in the world to have a man who clearly loves you so much. Let's just hope this love is strong enough to handle your mother and her circle of judgmental cronies.

About an hour later, your car is pulling up to the entrance of your father's country club. It looks the same as you remember from your childhood. You're shaking with nerves, however, and Namjoon gently takes your face in his hands.

"We got this, ok? Maybe after today, your mom will stop calling me the janitor."

He gets a smile out of you just as the door opens on his side. He gives you a quick kiss and exits first, turning to offer you his hand. Remembering your manners, you take it and gracefully get out of the car. Namjoon politely lets go of your hand and puts his around your waist. He is now your anchor, and you're not about to let go.

The security tonight consists of two in front and two behind you. The fact that they are so visible makes you a bit nervous, but you know it's necessary. The two guards in the front split to remain at both of your sides, keeping the other two in the back. At least you're able to see everyone now. There are the Silvers, the Clemens, the Hughes, and even the Greys. No sign of the Stephensons yet. Thank goodness. Usually, it's the same crowd, but there appears to be many more here you don't know.

"There's my beautiful daughter!" She pulls you in for an embrace before whispering to you.

"This isn't Katy. Who is this strapping young man? Certainly not your fiancé, as he's running a bit late."

She would add that in there. You reply with a volume a bit louder than necessary.

"He's not my fiancé, mother. This is Namjoon. The man that I've been seeing."

There was the slightest flash of shock on her face, but it was gone so fast it was like it wasn't even there.

"Well, well. I guess you can put lipstick on a pig. Congratulations."

She pulls you away from Namjoon a few steps and realizes you're being followed by Nathan and another guard.

"Excuse me, I'd like to speak to my daughter in privacy. What's this about, Y/N?"

"Due to Namjoon's celebrity status, he requires security. Since I'm with him, I require it, too. Especially after Brett broke into my apartment last night and attacked me."

As expected, Gina rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Honestly, the security in that 'neighborhood' is deplorable. I'm glad you had the chance to talk to Brett, though. So, since you did, why are you still here with the riff-raff?"

Just then, you hear a gaggle of girls approaching your man in a fit of giggles. He graciously greets and charms them but has his eyes on you the entire time. You smile fondly at him and turn back to your mother.

"Actually, Namjoon is no riff-raff, as you can see by his adoring fangirls over there. In fact, he's a worldwide celebrity. Now, I should return to my date before one of them gets the bright idea it's ok to dance with him."

"Not so fast, Y/N. How could you do this to me? Brett will be here any minute, and your walking around like a whore, showing off the man you're cheating on him with."

"You haven't heard a word I've told you, have you, Gina? Namjoon isn't riff-raff. Also, I'm not cheating on anybody, and I'm no whore."

Nathan steps up closer to you and places a firm hand on your shoulder while staring your mother down, giving you an escape. As you turn back to Namjoon, you give Nathan an appreciative smile. He doesn't acknowledge it, but you know he notices. Namjoon watches your approach, too.

"Ladies, excuse me. My date has returned, and I've promised her the first dance. Sorry."

The girls groan in disappointment, as expected, and he takes your hand. He bows slightly and kisses your knuckles tenderly. That earns you a few haughty looks and a round of whispers. Joonie doesn't notice as he only has eyes for you.

"May I have this dance, Miss?"

"You may, Sir."

That earns you an appreciative smirk as he leads you to the dance floor, where you can see he's a bit nervous. Is it not knowing everyone here? Is it your mother? What's wrong?

"So, Y/N, I'm not a very good dancer, and these are new shoes. I'm sorry if I break you."

You can't help but laugh.

"You dance for a living, Sweetie."

"Not this kind of dance."

"Well, just remember not to rip my clothes apart on the dancefloor, and I'm sure we'll be fine."

"That's a shame. I've been looking forward to ripping your dress off of you since you walked out with it on."

God, those dimples! How have you not become a puddle before now with the way he looks at you? How is it possible to have thought that you were ever in love before this?

You take your positions, and he leads you across the dancefloor with better skill than he gave himself credit for. You both relax and move in closer to each other, your arms around his neck. He kisses you, and you try your best to keep your reaction under control. Making out in front of high society is not how you prove to your mother you're not a whore.

He releases the kiss, and you see the same restraint behind his eyes. Oh yeah. This will be one hell of a night. Then, there's a hand tapping Namjoon on the shoulder.

"May cut in?"

You look over to see Brett's father, Henry Stephenson, standing there with a stoic look on his face. He does not appear to be amused. Namjoon reads your apprehension and politely tells him he's not ready to let go of you yet. Not wanting to create a scene, you assure Namjoon it's ok. You know security is close by, and Namjoon won't go far. He promised.

"I haven't seen you in quite some time, Y/N. How have you been?"

His words are polite, but his voice is cold.

"I've been great, Mr. Stephenson. I started my dream career, met someone, and I'm finally happy. How's your wife, Alice?"

You match his politeness and tone.

"As you can see, she's not dancing with a man who isn't her betrothed."

"Sir, I am not betrothed to your son. I have done my best to make it clear to him that we are no longer an item. Please understand that I wasn't happy."

You know, telling him that Brett was an abusive cheat won't do any good, so you don't bother bringing it up. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as you understand it. Henry's face begins to turn red with anger.

"Happy or not, it doesn't matter. Your father and I had an arrangement, and you will marry my son. Otherwise, you and your mother will be destitute, and it will be all your fault. You're a sweet girl, Y/N. You don't want that on your conscience, do you?"

The song ends, and he slips away. Shocked, you slowly take a few steps away from him. You feel a firm grip on your arm and see that Nathan has stopped you from walking into another couple on the floor. He's glaring at Henry's retreating back, and all you want to do is run and hide.

Namjoon comes to your side and searches your face, putting his arm around your waist for strength.

"I'm ready to go now," you say as all of the color drains from your face.

Namjoon nods to Nathan, and the rest of the guards immediately step into place around you. You make your way through the crowd, and once outside in the fresh, cool air, you begin to feel dizzy. Uh oh. You break away from Namjoon and make a dash for the nearest bush and release your stomach's contents ungracefully. Namjoon comes over to hold back your hair and caress your back while your embarrassment only grows more.

Once Namjoon and Nathan get you back into the car, you curl up with your head on Joonie's lap and try to process what Henry just told you. How could he possibly make your mother destitute? She owns this country club, as well as a few other businesses she inherited. Your father left her a hefty sum, and she's gained more in divorce settlements since then. Besides, Henry's law firm deals in large corporations, not family affairs. Namjoon's gentle voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Who was that man, Y/N? What did he say that got you so upset?"

You explain, first, who he is. How he was your father's best friend and partner in the law firm, as well as business investments. However, you're not sure how to explain his threat. You still don't understand it, especially how your father made a deal with him about you. What kind of deal? Your father always loved you and never would have sold out your happiness. Would he?

"I'll have our men look into this a bit deeper, Mr. Kim. Miss, did you see Brett anywhere?"

"No. Mother said he was running late, which doesn't surprise me. That's one good thing about tonight's escapade, I guess."

"There was one other thing good about tonight." You furrow your brows in confusion over Namjoon's sudden exclamation. "I didn't break you like Hobi and Jimin were scared I would."

How does he do that so easily? It doesn't matter how upset you are. He can say just one thing and turn your mood back up. He's so adorable in his awkwardness. How could you not be in love with him?

He flashed a proud smile, and you couldn't help but laugh at him. Now that the mood has lightened up a bit, you start to feel a bit hungry. Nathan, Namjoon, and the driver converse about reservations and then decide on a beautiful restaurant not far from the boys' apartment.

Naturally, you're seated without a reservation as soon as the staff sees Namjoon. You've grown up in high-end restaurants your entire life, but Brett always had to slip a hefty tip to the host if there wasn't a reservation ahead of time. You giggle a little at your mother's short-sightedness in thinking Joonie isn't good enough for you, then shake the thoughts out of your head. The rest of the night is about you and Joonie. Soon, the flirtations ensue between the two of you over dinner.

After a light dinner, you're back to your old self. Not wanting to go back to your place, yet, or to Namjoon's crowded apartment, you both head to a hotel not far from work. Namjoon looks like he's ready to burst on the elevator up to your room, and you can't help but feel like a vixen. You decide to tease him further.

You bend down to take your shoes off, and his eyes roam over your backside. You hear his breath hitch a bit as you return to your standing position. But that's not all. You decide to stand in front, leaning against him. He puts his hands on your hips and whispers in your ear.

"Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?"

He pulls your ass against his rock-hard erection, and you grin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your feigned innocence draws a low growl from him as he nibbles on your neck. Security is pretending not to notice, but the shuffling of their feet gives them away. Oh yeah. This night is going to end very well.

Once inside, you place your shoes near the door. Namjoon takes off his jacket, eyes on your every movement, and he tosses it across a chair. Still, by the door, you have nowhere to go as he stalks to you, unbuttoning his cufflinks. He practically rips his tie off in desperation to have you. Feeling overwhelmed with heat yourself, you begin running your hands up and down your curvy hips. He licks his lips and grabs those hips, pulling you tight against him.

You've seen his hunger before, but never this...primal. That's the only word that comes to mind as he squeezes, licks, and bites everywhere. He tries to find the zipper to your dress and growls again in frustration. You move his hand to the side seam of your clothing, where your zipper is hidden.

"Thank god!" he exclaims.

As soon as your dress begins its descent to the floor, his hunger increases. He's panting heavily as the white and silver lace covering your breasts are revealed. By the time the silk pools at your feet, he begins to sweat. Your matching thongs are almost nonexistent, and the half-corset covering your waist and hips are clipped garter style to your silvery thigh highs.

He lifts you up, and you wrap yourself around him while he makes his way to the bed. He sets you down on your feet and bends down to your now heaving chest. He bites a nipple, and the sensation of his mouth over the lace makes you gasp. He reaches behind you and deftly unclasps the bra, mouth still attached to your breast. He holds the other side in place to give the same attention to the other side and your clawing at his back.

He raises back up and has his hands over every curve and dip of your body while he ravages your mouth. You struggle with the buttons of his shirt enough you growl and begin to rip them off. Satisfied with having finally revealed his honed, honey-colored chest and tight abs, you start working on his pants. You need them off and him inside of you now.

Still standing, he tries to lower your thongs but is stopped by the garter straps. Not letting that stop him, he rips the lace off of you and throws your right leg over his arm. His free hand moves to the apex of your thighs and explores your folds. He grabs and squeezes your ass with one hand as two of his fingers quickly thrust in and out of your soaking wet pussy.

You hold on tight to his shoulders, digging in deeper as you feel your orgasm building hard and fast. Your legs shake, and you scream out his name as you drip onto his hand. He moans your name before he releases you. He spins you around and bends you over the bed before you've even recovered, and suddenly, your full of him.

You've never been in this position before, but it swiftly becomes your favorite as he pounds his need and desperation hard into you from behind. He digs his fingers into your hips more as both of your moans grow louder. This is the deepest Namjoon has ever been inside of your pussy, and he's hitting that sweet spot you didn't even know you had.

"That's it, Y/N. You're all mine. God, I love you. Cum with me, please!"

He moves his fingers over your clit, and you see stars. Everything in your body explodes from the depths of your soul, and all you know is bliss. He catches himself before collapsing onto you, bent over the side of the bed. Both of you are breathing heavy and dripping sweat from the intensity of your lovemaking.

You lean forward so you can turn and attempt to lay down. He gets onto the bed to join you, and you're soon wrapped tightly in his arms under the blankets. Both of you are still shaky from orgasm until you drift off together into dreamland.