It's been a week now. I..I think I'm doing okay.
We were in his office. I was sitting in the chair in front of his desk while he files some paperwork. It's been like this for seven days; making sure I'm by his side at any time. We'd eat meals together without the rest of the members, walk around the institution together, he'd stand outside the door while I bathed myself.
Now I'm currently standing in his arms. How we got in this position, I don't really remember. He moves back to peer at me, grabbing my hand and spinning me around. I laugh, catching both of us off guard. He grins though, pulling me toward him to start swaying our bodies. There wasn't any music playing, no background noise. It was just us, in his room, and moving in circles. I can't help but smile at this thought, which only makes his grin wider.
I think this is the first time in a long time I actually feel some sense of security. I guess this is a good time to bring up a ball dance. "Could we perhaps host a ballroom dance?"
His eyes widen in earnest at my words. "I didn't think you were the type to initiate such things." He concedes.
"Sorry, it was just a thought-"
He shakes his head, "No, no...I like it. Yeah, I'll have it done. Any particular theme you want?" I think back to what Korain had mentioned. I sigh, telling him I want a Victorian theme based ball, with masks for every attendee.
I didn't think it would be that easy for him to accept my request. Maybe Taehyung is making up for what he's done in the past. Maybe he's actually trying to better himself.
He hums. His fingers entwine with mine. "Blue Rose used to host ballroom dances...I forgot that I enjoyed dressing up and attending them." His eyes lower to my gaze. "I'll have servants color coordinate our outfits, get your measurements, shoe size, hair dresser-"
"I'm automatically your date?" Taehyung stops talking, brows furrowing. I can already tell he's thinking of a million scenarios in his head of what I could possibly say in response to his next question. It seems like he tends to do that a lot; over think.
"...You want Yoongi...instead?"
Yikes, go back. I quickly shake my head, chuckling nervously. "No--never mind, I was only kidding-"
"You can chose your own date if you want...I guess I just thought, because..."
"Because we're supposed to be starting over...or something?"
He nods, "Or something."
There's a knock on the door. Our heads turn. My body gets pressed against Taehyung's. I look up at him. He was scowling. Taehyung tells the person to come in; Korain popping in and ruining our serene atmosphere.
Korain grins, twirling toward us with a lollipop in his mouth. "Turn that frown upside down, pumpkin pie." Taehyung asks why his hair looks shorter than it normally is, moving both of us away from Korain as he nears us. "Oh, decided I wanted a change of style."
Taehyung peers up at the different hairstyle on Korain's head. He lets go of my hand when Korain stops advancing forward. Instead, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he converses with his brother. "You're up to something, aren't you?"
Korain puts his hands up, the palms facing us. "My God, ya always think I'm doin' something devious." He rolls his eyes. Of course we're going to think that, because it's what he's known for. "I just wanna see how Jeon will react to my hair. Maybe it'll take 'em back to our childhood when you'd beat the fuck outta me 'n call me a f-"
"You can leave now." Taehyung interjects. Voice harsh. Voice rugged with irritation. Korain only giggles in response.
His eyes land on me suddenly. I stare back with anticipation. Those blue contacts were back in; making his gaze seem more unsettling and uncomfortable to be under. His tongue plays around the lollipop as he taps his fingers against his arm, flicking his tongue piercing against the underside of the treat. I also take note that his fingernails have been painted a solid black. He's wearing his signature all black outfit; leather jacket topping it off. Taehyung told him to leave, but he was just standing there. Fidgeting.
I sigh when I realize he was expecting something. The only reason he came in here was to see if I had been able to get Taehyung to throw a ball.
I grab Taehyung's attention by touching his arm. I hold the urge to roll my eyes. "Oh. Taehyung. Should we tell Korain...about the formal dance?" I honestly don't care if my acting is bad. Taehyung doesn't know what's going on.
Korain's eyes sparkle, his hands coming up to his face. "A formal dance yuh say? Like a ballroom dance that's Victorian themed where we dress up 'n wear masks over our eyes 'n eat great food served to us on silver platers?" His gaze shifts to me for a split second.
Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose. He answers Korain's questions with a subtle nod. "It'll probably take place in three weeks. If you want color correlating outfits with Jeon, then talk to the tailors."
"What makes ya think I want Jeon as my date-"
"Don't fucking start."
Korain cackles, prancing around the open space in his office. Taehyung yells at him to finish the lollipop or throw it away before he drops it and gets the stickiness on any of the furniture. Korain obviously isn't listening, too indulged in his own fantasies to hear.
He begins to dance, humming to a tune. "Wow, I can't wait! It'll be so fuckin' fun. There'll be live music, people chattin', assortments of finger foods, heated tension between two people trying to go for the same person..." He wiggles his eyebrows. "It'll be like watchin' a live drama!"
"You are such an embarrassment." Taehyung bellows as he watches Korain make a fool out of himself.
"Why? 'Cause I'm lactose intolerant?"
"I didn't say that.
"Yuh were thinkin' it." Korain stops dancing, his body facing me. "Well, what'dya think? Is it 'cause of that?"
Taehyung moves me behind him. He tells me not to answer him. Korain scoffs, saying that I could speak for myself. He's not wrong, Taehyung keeps doing stuff for his sake. Not for mine. I keep silent anyway, not really feeling like talking to the lunatic on the other side of the room.
Korain sighs, stretching out his neck. "I love talkin' with yuh, Taehyung. It's good to 'ave yuh around." He looks at Taehyung who's glaring at him. 'Good to have you around?' that kind of sounds like a threat..."Stop starin' at me before I kiss yuh on yer lips." He laughs, dodging a stapler Taehyung throws at him.
Why is he still in here? I can feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck whenever he makes a subtle glance in my direction. Taehyung somehow isn't catching it. "Where did you get that candy from?"
"Why, yuh want some?" Korain retorts back, Taehyung glowering at him. He chuckles. "Kiddin'. Jeon wants me to stop smokin', so that Dr. Kim guy gave me these lolli's to put in my mouth instead when I went to go get my wounds cleaned." He points toward the small bandage near his bottom lip and eyebrow. "I only put these in my mouth 'cause I was just around Jeon." He shrugs, tongue wrapping back around the head of the red lollipop once he finishes talking.
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"He fuckin' raped her."
Namjoon lifts his head up from the papers in his hand upon Hoseok barging into his office; fuming, agitated. Jimin was lounging on the leather chairs in front of Namjoon's desk, picking dirt from underneath his nails with a playing card until the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the door being slammed open (both of them were summoned by Hoseok to meet in Namjoon's office while Hoseok took care of some things).
Namjoon places down the papers that he needed to document and get to Taehyung by Wednesday. He lowers his glasses in front of him, brows furrowing at Hoseok's booming voice. He tells the older to calm down, close the door, and then asks him what he's talking about. "Kim told us to keep an eye on her, but here we are thinking that she can handle herself when she said she wanted some time to herself--God, what were we thinking?! And he fucking got away with it!"
Namjoon and Jimin look at him perplexed, until a light bulb flashes above Jimin's head. His fingers clutch the arm rests of the chair and he shoots forward, a wild grin on his face. "You're telling us Kim raped that two-faced bitch. Ha! My God, has she been through hell. What set him off? Did he finally catch her sucking off someone in an empty stairway?" He looks over at Namjoon for support with his analogy, cackling.
Hoseok slaps him on the back of his head, telling him to shut up. Jimin winces, bringing his hand up to clutch the throbbing heat where Hoseok had hit him. "Not, Kim Taehyung. Korain."
This time Namjoon and Jimin look up at the older with complete bafflement. "What makes you say that? When was this? Why haven't I been informed of this?" Namjoon speaks up after a moment of complete silence filling his office, eyes glued on Hoseok.
"She didn't want anyone to know—especially Kim himself, because if Kim snaps she'll blame herself for it. Korain is manipulating her and she's falling for it and we can't do anything about it because she doesn't want us to get involved." Hoseok pants, running his hand over his face; arm shaking with fury. "I fucked him up. I fucked him up good. You should've seen the blankness in her face after the incident--she looked lost and afraid and that bastard did that to her and walked away like nothing happened. And-and then when I went to confront him, I found him balls deep in Jeon--shit pushed me over the edge, Joon."
Hoseok can't stay in one spot, pacing back and forth. He shoves his bruised knuckles in front the blond to show him the amount of damage he had bestowed on Korain's face, Jimin catching a glance when he steps closer. Namjoon sighs, taking everything Hoseok had said to him in; trying to figure out a solution. His hands fold in front of his face, pondering.
"I also think he's done shit to her prior to coming to the Institution and you know it won't be easy getting him to admit to it, he just loves denying and instead play games to further irritate us." Jimin tries his best to hide his smile, covering his mouth behind his fingers clad with silver rings. He's crouched now in the chair, observing Hoseok's behavior. He comes to the realization that Korain really knows how to bring out the old versions of each member—it not only entices the brunet, but scares—in a good way (his definition).
Jimin's eyes widen when Hoseok directs his anger onto him, asking the younger why he was smiling suddenly. Jimin shrugs, arms lowering in front of him to swing aimlessly. He's dressed in a loose orange collard dress shirt, tucked into a pair of black ink pants. His equally as black boots dig deeper into the leather as he leans forward to express his thoughts.
"It's ironic, I suppose." His tone comes out gravelly and monotone; not showing the least amount of remorse toward the female. "She's finally getting what she deserves."
"You're defending him?"
Jimin flickers his gaze onto Namjoon. "She's a pain in the ass. Korain found a way to finally shut her up without Kim knowing." He argues, noticing in the corner of his eye how Hoseok clenches his fist at his words.
"Of course, he'll defend Korain. This dickhead does the same shit to Min."
"Keep him out of this!" Jimin snaps, glaring at Hoseok.
Hoseok rolls his eyes. "It's the fucking truth, you're just as—if not more—manipulative as Korain and both of you have two men wrapped around your finger who don't understand just how toxic you two are and it's disgusting."
Jimin was just about to leap out of his spot on the chair and wrap his hands around Hoseoks throat if it wasn't for Namjoon throwing his two sense in to stop them from getting physical with each other. "Does Jeon know about what he's done?" Hoseok looks away from Jimin and onto Namjoon. He lets out a frustrated sigh before shaking his head in confirmation. Namjoon grunts, wringing his hands together.
Jimin suggests the question of if they were going to tell Jeongguk. Namjoon remains quiet, trying to think of the outcomes of Jeongguk knowing and not knowing; if he doesn't know what his partner has done, then it keeps Jeongguk from converting to his savage ways (something all the members don't want happening, besides Korain, who could care less because he was the only one who could control him. However, it also raises the concern if Korain will actually be able to contain him since he's the one who'd hurt Jeongguk in the first place).
Then there's the other part; not telling Jeongguk anything which means they'll just be letting Korain get away with what he did to y/n. It was up to Namjoon to decide what was going to be said; everything comes to him first before Taehyung which eases the stress on their boss, but increases the responsibility on Namjoon.
Hoseok budges in before Namjoon can make a final call. "If we tell Jeon then all of us will know; which means we'll have to tell Kim because he won't trust us anymore after withholding information from him." He lowers his gaze, scratching his arm. Though he hates to admit this, there's no other truth. "There's more cons than pros if we tell Jeon."
Jimin scoffs, mumbling under his breath 'bunch of pussies.' Namjoon catches his comment, warning Jimin to shut up. Jimin promptly tuts in response. "So what if Jeon and Kim know--like you said, Hyung; you don't want Korain to get away with what he did to that whore." He rolls his eyes, "You guys are making this way more harder than it is."
"My god, Jimin. Choose a fucking side already." Hoseok exasperates, crossing his arms.
Jimin glares up at him, bringing his thumb up to his neck and sliding it across.
"Did you hear though?" The two heated males direct their attention back on Namjoon. They stare ahead, awaiting his next words. "Apparently she's asked for a ball and he expects arrangements to be made by next week."
Jimin grunts in distaste. "Oh right, something happens to her and now she's granted whatever she wants. What is this? The Make-a-fucking-wish foundation?"
"Are you seriously still mad at her for calling you short? Is that where all of this hatred toward her is coming from?" Hoseok asks.
Jimin scowls at Hoseok. He ignores the comment and runs a hand through his hair. "When she double crosses us and burns this shit hole down, don't come running to me because I'll be the one carving my initials into her eyes and tearing her apart...limb by limb." He gets up from his seat, keeping eye contact with Hoseok as he advances toward the door. "--And after we have a grand meal to celebrate, then, will I say 'I told you-fuckin'-so, but..." He turns back, eyes squinting. "...Maybe you'll be dead before then?" His eyebrow quirks up as he saunters out, the door closing behind him.