"what-"

"damn taehyung sure swear a lot." four boys started to come to the living room, interrupting me and making me automatically stood up.

"we all do, hoseok."

they all sat on the sofa and they all sighed. i awkwardly stood until they all looked at me.

"oof, come sit." hoseok guy offered.

i nodded and looked for some space but they literally filled the whole sofa, without leaving any space. i looked up to them again and they awkwardly looked at the space too.

"well, she can sit on my lap." jungkook said and i gagged.

"t-that's not how i raised you!" jimin dramatically said and even stood up.

"or do you want taehyung to pull out your intestines through your mouth?" namjoon commented.

"whatever," jungkook rolled his eyes and it met mine, "you want to wash your hands?"

i nodded and amazed how he read my mind. he stood up and guided me while we left the other boys talking loudly as if their friend wasn't dying inside the operating room.

he guided me to the sink and i quickly open the faucet. i washed my hands thoroughly with the hand soap provided beside the sink. once i was done, he handed me a tissue paper.

i muttered thanks and we came back to the living room.

jungkook let me sit on his spot instead, making the boys go 'ooooo' and 'uuuuu'. jungkook just chuckled.

"so how long have you been with taehyung?" hoseok guy asked.

"months." i replied.

"that's long," hoseok rubbed his chin while looking at me, "how did you survive?"

"uhm...." i hummed because i don't actually know how would i answer that question because me, myself didn't even know how.

"how does his dick feel? is he big-"

"what the fuck hyung!" jimin yelled.

"what? i'm just asking since maybe he couldn't let go of her because she give the best blow-"

everybody gasped and namjoon just rubbed his forehead.

"operating's done!" someone yelled behind us and we all looked.

i saw the seokjin guy with a white coat filled with blood stains, making me worry even more.

"how's taehyung?"

"did you succeed?"

"did he die?"

"he obviously died, look at the bloodstain-"

"yoongi!" everybody yelled and the yoongi guy just shrugged.

"can y'all shut up?" seokjin guy ordered while taking off his coat.

"is he alright?" i asked, making all of them look at me.

i pursed my lips at the sudden gain of attention but somehow felt relieved when seokjin looked at me and smiled.

"he's okay now, he just need some rest. a loooooong time rest." he chuckled making all of us breathe, "he lost too much blood but i still managed to save him and make him feel better. he's currently at his bedroom now, maybe awake now."

we all decided to visit taehyung. we arrived at the purple colored door and seokjin opened the door for us.

we were welcomed by lying on the bed taehyung with an IV through his wrist. he groaned when he saw us and tried to sit up.

"i told you to lie down!" seokjin nagged but taehyung still sat up, making seokjin cursed, "he never really listen."

"i'm okay, i'm not fucking dying." taehyung said while biting his lips, enduring his sudden movements.

"yes you are." yoongi guy said making taehyung snicker.

they all sat on the sofa beside the bed and pulled out their phones. i stood there, staring at taehyung.

"why the fuck are you standing? go sit somewhere." taehyung ordered, making everyone scoffed.

i rolled my eyes at his attitude then sat at the chair beside his bed, making him look at me. he stared at me for a moment before looking away.

"get out of here," he ordered.

my eyes widened, as well as everyone.

"not you, these bastards, go out." he ordered and the boys stood up, sticking their tongues out like children. making me almost chuckle if only taehyung didn't galre at me.

they closed the door and we were left in the room alone.

"are you okay?" taehyung suddenly asked, not looking at me but at the window.

"y-yeah." i answered simply, clasping my hands together.

he looked at me, "i'll be resting for days, you need to stay with me in this room."

"days? shouldn't you need to be rested for a long time?"

"well, if you want to be in the same room with me for a long time." he smirked.

he was barely moving because of his injuries yet he can joke like this? is he fucking serious?

"why am i gonna stay with you here-"

"i don't want you getting advantage of my injuries that you will escape."

does he think i will escape if have six men outside, probably each have their own guns?

"do you think i could escape?" i scoffed, crossing my arms.

"who knows? you might seduce the fucktards outside-"

"you probably won't even allow me to go outside this room," i rolled my eyes in annoyance.

does he think i'm a fucking slut? i didn't even got my first kiss, not until he stole it!

"of course," he said, looking through me,

"see-"

"i don't want anyone touching you except me." he said and that made me so speechless.

how am i suppose to answer?

"you should be more careful now and i don't think you would want to escape."

"why?" i looked at him, placing my hands on my legs.

he looked away and glanced over the window with pastel purple curtain, "the guys earlier were after you."

"what? why me?" i asked confused, still not clear to me why the men earlier wanted to get me from taehyung.

"are you stupid? they're your father's enemy. i'm not the only one who's his enemy." he sarcastically said.

he's right. i forgot the fact that taehyung is just one of the hundred enemies of my dad. that's why dad always warn me that anytime, his enemies could attack. i always ignore my father's warnings and always whine about how he's being exaggerated.

look where i am now, surrounded by killers and living at the same roof as my kidnapper.

what a concept.

"why does they want me so much-what do you want from me?" i looked at taehyung's eyes and i swear, i saw them sparkled.

"i don't want anything from you," he smirked and lick his dry pale lips.

"because what i want is you, staying safe beyond my control."

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kim namjoon being the only one who can pierce and bury words into our hearts. i'm so proud of my man because no matter how much nervousness he felt to face the public that time, especially to special people at the united nation, he still managed to express and deliver the message nicely. i really do stan the right man.

UGH I LOVE NAMJOON SO MUCH HE COULD BE THE PRESIDENT AND I'LL BE SO DAMN HAPPY. *salutes to president joon*

THANKYOU ALL AND I LOVE Y'ALL SM💜