Jimin's POV

"I don't know what you're not understanding, Chim. Are you all really this blind?"

Joon's irritation grew stronger with every passing moment. He was sure that the remaining six had simply stopped seeing reality for what it was. Well... five, because Jungkook didn't count anymore. That one was completely blinded by the enchantress you had become in the leader's eyes.

"I think, Joonie, that we're finally opening our eyes. And you're trying your hardest to keep us stuck in place. I know that-"

"Stuck in place?! Are you serious? Trying to hold something together that's falling apart is not the same as keeping it stuck in place!"

Jimin sighed, knowing it was almost impossible to win an argument with Namjoon. The leader always had the last word. But he had to try.

"Joon... what if... what if we don't want to hold it together? What if we're supposed to fall apart?"

The words hit like a bullet. For the first time, Namjoon was speechless. His eyes stung, he fought with the tears.

Seeing the impact of his words, Jimin rushed to clarify. "No, wait, that's not what I meant. It's not like we all want to go our separate ways. But... maybe we need to go through something like this. Something that lets us see things differently? Maybe it'll make us come back stronger? Maybe we need a small break, a little fracture, to work through these differences and weaknesses that are surfacing now. You know, these ten years... it's like living in a cocoon..."

"Eleven," the leader muttered.

"What?"

"Eleven... We've been together for eleven years. You don't even notice anymore."

For him, being together-being seven forever-meant far more than the others could have imagined. But no one saw it from his perspective. In this war between the big, scary monster that was the leader and the poor, lovestruck lambs, there was no room for understanding. He wasn't entirely wrong, but even Namjoon couldn't see everything.

"I think you should ease up, take a step back. You know... with Kook and Y/N."

RM laughed bitterly.

"I'm serious, Joonie. Don't you see how happy they are together? Even the fans, surprisingly, have accepted it. And if even the outside world isn't against them, then why are you? Why can't someone as close to him as you just... let him be?"

"You're only seeing one side, Chim. The sweet, sugary, fairytale side of a lovesick puppy whose eyes light up at the mere mention of her name. But Y/N? She's turned everything upside down since she showed up. Not just her... Kook let himself be wrapped around her little finger like some dog on a leash. Both of them, lost in their love, have forgotten everything else around them, as long as their world stays convenient. And us? What happened to us?"

"What happened? We're the same, Joon."

"Are we?" He scoffed. "Do I really need to spell it out for you? Last year, we promised the fans not just a new album but solo projects too. Have you seen any? I mean, apart from Jungkook's half-album of heartbreak howling to the moon over the woman who dropped him like a broken toy, and the other half of joyful howling when she picked him back up again. Even that record of his-it's all about her. Where's his style? What happened to the Kook everyone loved?"

Jimin stayed silent, listening.

"And training? We used to train at least five times a week, no exceptions, until we were gasping for air. To stay sharp, to keep the promise we made-to be together till the end of the world and one day longer. Now? Our monthly training sessions have dropped from 20 to 8. Don't you see it? Don't you see how this is dragging us down?"

"I think you're exaggerating."

"You think so? Remember that concert where Kook had an injury and wasn't allowed to dance? That kid cried like a baby whose lollipop got taken away because he couldn't give the fans what they expected. And now? He didn't even care when he missed an entire concert, leaving us to perform as six. You don't see that either?"

"You're right. But... maybe it can be fixed? Can't you sit down and talk it out calmly? Without accusations? Find some middle ground, some compromise? That's always been your strength. I can even call Kook right now-"

"She needs to go."

"What?"

"You heard me. Y/N needs to disappear."

"You can't be serious."

But the only response was silence.

...

Your & JK's POV

"Kookie..." you began, hating the way your voice cracked. This was your fault-what had just happened was because of you. But what exactly had happened? You couldn't make sense of it, couldn't answer whether anything from a few minutes ago even mattered. Yet the darkness you saw in Jungkook's eyes sobered you instantly. The spark that always danced there-it was gone. And with every fiber of your being, you felt it was your doing.

"I didn't realize you two were that close," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the apartment. He didn't care that you were barely able to keep up.

"It's just Hobi," you stammered, trying to catch your breath.

"You wore my favorite dress."

"Kookie..."

"And your favorite heels."

"Hey-"

"And those perfumes I love. You know that, right?"

"Jungkook!" You yanked his hand hard, forcing him to stop. In a flash, he turned, pinning you against a pillar in the parking garage.

"You're driving me insane, Y/N. You didn't pick up your phone. You weren't at home, even though the place reeked of those damn perfumes. And then-then I saw you in someone else's arms."

"It was just Ho-"

"I don't care if it was Hobi or anyone else. Do you understand me? Do you have any idea how much I sa...-" He cut himself off, his jaw clenching mid-sentence.

Your head spun. He couldn't possibly have meant to say 'sacrificed,' right?

"I..." Your words failed you. Pushing past him, you slipped free from his hold and bolted for the apartment. The sharp clatter of your heels echoed through the empty parking garage.

"Fuck!" Jungkook roared, furious at his own loose tongue. He slammed his fist into the wall, the dull thud reverberating in the still air.

Everything had gone wrong today. He needed to hit reset-immediately.

Dragging his feet, he followed you back to the apartment. A long night of apologies lay ahead. Still, deep down, a part of him hoped you'd apologize too. A jealous, selfish boy. Who could blame him?

You were his. Only his.

The sound of the door opening jolted you as you sat on the edge of the couch, still in that damn dress and those cursed heels. Jungkook walked in. You couldn't fully read his expression, but the storm in his eyes hadn't settled. He closed the door with more force than necessary and took a long, deep breath.

"I would apologize..." he murmured in his low voice. "...for losing my temper, but you drive me insane." His eyes flickering to yours just for one short moment.

Your laugh was bitter. "What about making me feel like I'm the bad one for-God forbid-hugging a friend?"

"Y/N, you know it wasn't just-"

"No, Jungkook. You don't get to act like this and then throw half-assed apologies my way!"

"Half-assed?" His voice rose a notch, his posture changed suddenly. "You think this is easy for me? Watching you-"

"Watching me what?"

For a moment the room was silent. Jungkook looked at you, his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite place. Possession? Frustration? Maybe a dangerous mix of both?

"You're mine."

You tilted your head playfully, lips curving into a slight, teasing smile. "Yours? I don't remember signing a contract."

He came closer abruptly, closing the space between you in a few strides. "Don't play games with me. You know exactly what I mean."

You raised a brow, unfazed. "Do I? Because it sounds like someone's feeling insecure."

His jaw tightened, his hands curled into fists at his sides. You were challenging him, pushing his boundaries, and it was definitely working.

"You don't get it, do you?" he muttered trying to calm down.

"No. Why don't you explain it to me, Kookie? Make me understand."

That was it. His control snapped.

He dropped to his knees before you, grabbing your ankle with force. His fingers brushed over the strap of your heel before he pulled it off with a sharp tug. His hands slid up your legs, rough and claiming, stopping just at the hem of your dress.

"You don't walk into my life, and think you can play coy with me."

You stared down at him, stunned for a moment, but your lips already parted to reply. He didn't even give you the chance.

His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you hard against him. "I. Don't. Like. To. Share."

Before you could protest or tease him again, his hands moved to the back of the dress. With a single motion, he tore through the delicate fabric, destroying it like it was nothing.

"Jungkook!" you gasped, but he pushed you and you both tumbled down together, his weight pinning you against the cushions. His hands roamed over your exposed skin, claiming every inch like it was his right, his privilege.

Slowly, torturously, his right hand slipped down your thigh, then crept between. "Maybe you let him see you in my favorite dress," he whispered, his voice low, "but only I get to find out what's underneath."

It was hard to focus when his tongue parted your lips the same moment his skilled fingers plunged into your depths.

Your breath hitched as his lips descended from your mouth, tracing a line down your jaw to the hollow of your throat.

"You think I didn't notice?" he rasped, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "The way he looked at you."

"Koo," you whispered, trying to steady yourself as your hands found his shoulders. The tension in his muscles betrayed just how tightly he was holding himself together. "You feel that?" he asked, his breath warm against your skin. "This-us-isn't just physical. You're not just in my arms. You're in my head, my heart. You're...everything."

His lips claimed yours again. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, matching his desperation. The kiss deepened, and with it, the room seemed to entirely vanish. There was only him-the taste of him, the heat of him, the overwhelming certainty that this was where you belonged. "That's what you do to me. Every time you breathe, every time you look at me, I lose my mind. Do you have any idea what you've done to me tonight? Parading around in this dress, letting him look at you like he had a chance?"

"I didn't mean..."

"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me show you what happens when you push me too far."

His hands gripped your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, your breath hitching as he thrust into you in one powerful motion, filling you so completely it stole your voice. Your nails raked down his back, desperate to hold on as he drove into you harder, deeper, each movement claiming you in a way that was impossible to deny. When he said he doesn't share he meant it. He tilted your hips, angling himself to hit the spot that made your vision blur, you cried out loud, but he didn't stop.

"You're not done yet, I'm going to take everything from you tonight." His lips were on you again, kissing, biting, sucking-leaving marks you knew would linger for days.

"More," you begged, your voice broken, desperate. "Don't stop."

That one soft chuckle. "Oh, baby, I'm nowhere near stopping."

When you shattered again, your body trembling and spent, he followed you over the edge, his release spilling into you as he whispered your name, his head falling to your shoulder. The weight of him, the warmth of him, his entire presence was overwhelming.

His thumb brushed your swollen bottom lip. "You're mine. Every part of you."

The sound of his phone vibrating against the nightstand shattered the sweet peace you had. He whined, reaching over to check it. A message from Jimin lit up the screen.

"It's urgent. Better pick up the damn phone."

"Fuck," His jaw tightened. He turned to you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before sliding out of bed, grabbing his phone. "I'll be right back, babe. Stay here, okay?"

JK's POV

You murmured something sleepy in reply, your eyes closing as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and stepped out onto the terrace, shutting the door quietly behind him. The cool night air hit him as he pressed the call button. Jimin picked up after the first ring.

"Took you long enough. We've got a problem."

"What now?" Jungkook asked, leaning against the railing.

"It's Namjoon. He's... not right, Kook. He's been acting unstable. Snapping at people. Saying weird shit."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Define 'weird shit, Jiminah"

"Stuff about how you're distracted. That you're 'compromised.' He's clearly pissed about Y/N."

Jungkook's grip tightened on the railing. "Let him be pissed. He doesn't get a say in my life."

"That's not all," Jimin continued. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's behind those threats Y/N's been getting. He said she has to disappear."

Jungkook froze as the possibilities sank in. The faceless messages, the anonymous harassment-it all lined up. He forced himself to take a breath.

"You think it's him?"

"Think? No. But it fits, doesn't it? He's got the motive. And the timing makes sense."

"If he's trying to scare her, he's made the worst mistake of his life."

"Exactly why we need to act smart," Jimin said. "What's the plan?"

A cold smile tugged at Jungkook's lips. "He wants to play a game? Let's play with him."

Jimin laughed. "Knew you'd say something like that. Be careful, man."

"I always am. Keep me updated."

"Will do,."

Jungkook stayed on the terrace for a moment longer, staring out over the city as he pieced together his next moves. Then he turned back to the door, slipping inside. You were still in bed, your body curled under the sheets, he looked at your peaceful face. He knelt beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face before pressing a kiss to your lips. You stirred, your eyes opening just enough to meet his.

"What's going on?" you murmured, with a drowsy voice.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But I do have a question for you."

"Hmm?" you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed again.

"How would you feel about coming on the world tour with me?"

Your eyes opened wide, the haze of sleep lifting as a small smile curled your lips. "With you?"

"With me," he said smiling. "I want you with me. Always."

"I will follow you to the end of the world."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes indeed."