~Y/N POV~

Since getting on this plane I've basically ignored every male on board. Stuck to my phone texting Bill in code about his mission to find the snitch and my Grandmother about my babies. I missed them getting up this morning so I needed to ask how they were when they woke up after I left.

I don't plan to be away from long. If this plans out and I managed to finally seek vengeance then I won't be leaving my babies every again.

When I was finished texting Bill, I started to play a game on my phone instead. It keeps my attention on my screen instead of the men in the plan with me. Even though I could feel their eyes on me from time to time, I chose to ignore them. But that doesn't mean I'm not on full alert every time one of them moves.

I know where each of them are at all times. I still don't trust them and never will. Honestly speaking I didn't believe Yoongi when he told me they have their own jet. Apparently they do and fly it themselves since they trust no one to fly it for them. Makes sense I suppose.

A thought did enter my mind that possibly this whole thing, getting in a plane with them was a trick. A master plan to finally kill me. Something they didn't succeed in doing years ago. But then I reminded myself that they've learned that they have no need to kill me. And why would they take me on their plane with all of them in it just to kill us all?

Unless they're suicidal which I doubt.

Actually if I had to chose one I would chose jimin.

There's something about the way he keeps looking at me from across the plan. We're sitting the furthest apart. He's sitting in the chair closest to the cockpit while I'm in the opposite end. Even from here I could feel his eyes on me while he drinks whatever alcohol he's chosen as his poison.

Yoongi is currently in the cockpit right now.

Jin just walked by me now that long ago to join him. Mumbling something about checking if Yoongi wants to switch yet.

Taehyung was already passed out wearing a black velvet sleep mask over his eyes. His mouth hanging wide open.

Namjoon sat across the aisle beside me. His eyes fully focused on a book in his hands. I was not very surprised that he sat almost beside me. Right now he may be reading but I can tell that every once in a while he glances at me. But I don't give him the time of day.

Hoseok was the bravest and chose to sit directly across from me. Our seats were facing each other and only a small brown marble table separated us. He's the one that constantly stares at me since he sat down. I wouldn't of put it passed namjoon to tell him not to take his eyes off me.

Jungkook however was giggling. So there was no silence. I didn't know what he was doing since he sat right behind hoseok but facing away so if I looked up I would only see the back of his head.

"Jungkook knock it off." Namjoon

"What? I'm not doing anything." Jungkook

Namjoon sighed heavily through his nose and slammed his book closed. My entire body tensed as he moved, preparing myself for something that may home. I even looked up from my phone to see him now glaring at Jungkook.

"Don't lie. You're throwing popcorn at taehyung while he sleeps." Namjoon

"I AM NOT!" Jungkook

But I saw a tiny ball of white fly throw the air. Namjoon shot to his feet and rushed over to Jungkook, snatching a bag of popcorn out of his hand.

I straightened in my chair, watching the commotion behind Hoseok.

"Hey! Give that back!!" Jungkook

Namjoon shook his head, pushing Jungkook back down on his chair by push to the man's forehead. The proceeded to throw the bag into a small black dustbin behind him and grabbed a bottle of water from his table.

"Your drunk already. Drink this and leave taehyung alone." Namjoon

Jungkook whined like a child but took it.

"Yes father." Jungkook

He may have mumbled but it was loud enough to hear. It was like a child scolded but their parent. Reminding me of my babies back home.

I stared at namjoon feeling numb watching him act all parental. He stared Jungkook down until he was satisfied Jungkook drank some water. Even when namjoon turned back around to go back to his seat did I not take my eyes off the man. He noticed me though. And paused in the aisle to stare back at me. I held a blank stare feeling nothing but he was no different with his own blank stare.

We said no words to each other but I held my own. Until he broke it first, cursing and then twirling on his heels to stomp away down the aisle towards the cockpit but made a sharp turn to the left and into the bathroom. Purposely slamming the door in the process.

"Someone's on their period." Jungkook

I almost smiled when jungkook whispers then giggles like a little child. But I kept it down. Didn't show it. I had to convince myself it was because his comment caught me off guard. And I can't be off guard around these men.

Turning my phone back on again I still noticed hoseok staring at me. It's starting to get irritating so I gave him a deathly glare across the small table.

"Take a picture it'll last longer."

I told him but he smirks and lightly chuckles. Then he proceeded in reaching for his phone in his back pocket, quickly taking it out and snapping a picture of me glaring at him. Even kept the flash on so it stunned me for a moment.

Blinking fast to gain my sight back I stood up from the table so fast my hip hit the corner of the table. I didn't take much notice of it because I just needed to get away.

"Fuck you hoseok."

I told him and walked away to the back of the plan where the private room is. There's another bathroom in there so I rushed straight into that room to gather myself.

The flash stunned me but to gather myself around these men I need a moment to myself. I'm usually strong around others and I need to be around these seven men. But they're not just seven men. They're the people I hate the most and yet I'm working with them. We have the same aims so it makes sense and I'm getting something out of this too.

But it's too much sometimes.

I haven't forgotten the pain they've given me. The torture. The scars. The painful memories.

I just need a moment to gain together my thoughts and remind myself in doing this for my babies so we can have peaceful lives by the end. That's it.

After cooling my face with cold water I dried myself and left the bathroom.

But someone sneaked up on me from the side, catching me off guard when they say my name.

"Y/n."

As I gasped I was quick to jab the man in the throat and push him against the wall. Pinning him there with my body weight against his to keep him in place until I took out my trusty dagger I kept hidden under my skirt.

"What the fuck jimin?"

My blade was pressed against the front of his throat but not enough to enable him to talk.

I give the man some credit he didn't look fazed. Not even dazzled by the punch to the throat which is impressive. But I won't tell him that though.

"I just wanted to check on you." Jimin

"Well im fine. I don't need your concern. Not that you cared before."

Jimins eyes softened but he looks down between our bodies shamefully.

"If I could take all that back I would. We were all wrong. So very wrong. I was wrong." Jimin

"Yes you were and I paid the price for it. Even after the night you killed my friends you should have left me alone."

He nods slowly but sheepishly tilts his head back up to look at me. Still unbothered by the blade to his throat.

"We should of. Yes. And after all this we will do as you wish and never enter your life again." Jimin

I grunt at him but held firm against him. A part of me wants to scare him, to fear me and another part wants to show him im not scared of him any more. Im not scared of any of them.

"Despite what happened though, now you have the twins. Im sure that the girl is mine." Jimin

My dark eyes met his and as much as this fuelled me to hear him talk about my daughter, I didn't stop him either.

"I've seen pictures of her. She's beautiful Y/n. You've done a great job raising them both. Truly." Jimin

I didn't like the way he was looking down at me with this soft eyes. Im use to the dark yet fuel ridden gaze he gives him. Ignited by hate that he has for me. And yet he's not looking at me with sympathy and some kind of respect.

I didn't like it.

And it was making me feel emotional.

So I pressed the blade to his cheek. Applying enough pressure to draw blood but not enough to be classed as a full on puncture. This time it made him wince at the pain and pin further back against the wall.

"Listen carefully because im only going to say this once. Do not talk about my children as you have no right or I'll cut off your tongue. Do not even look at my children or I'll gouge out your eyeballs. Got it?"

Jimin didn't seem at all surprised by my actions but nods slightly.

"Yes." Jimin

"Good. Eun may be your child biologically but that is all. No right. No claim. You're nothing but a sperm donor."

I glanced at the scar on his jawline. The very scar I gave him that night they all changed my life. When he found me in the woods and tried to kill me.

I chuckled at the memory and pushed off him. Smirking so as I saw a trickle of blood run down his cheek. But he wasn't in a rush to clean it. Just remained against the wall staring at me like a wounded puppy.

"Nice scar by the way. At least I scarred you in some way that night but it's nothing compared to what you did to me."

With that said I left the bedroom compartment and strolled back to my seat. Hoseok frowning at me on my return but I ignore him and went back to playing my game on my phone like nothing happened.

Jimin didn't even come back out after that.

Not that I care. I just felt strong after that interaction. I don't know what he was trying to achieve in there but nothing will change my opinions on these men.

Once the job is done in New York, the sooner all this shit is over.