"Over my dead body," Jin replied when you told him of your plan. In reply you kindly reminded him who the boss was and he grumblingly obliged your request to lead the ambulance Namjoon was in, back to the dorms. Currently you and the 6 boys sat in the Sedan, no sounds except the heavy breathing of Jin beside you.
"I get you're a bit upset but would you stop breathing like a rapid dog?" You ask him.
"Upset does not begin to describe what I'm feeling right now."
"Please explain why that is? You have no reason to be angry with my decision. It doesn't affect you one bit. I'll be the one responsible for him."
"How does this not affect ALL of us y/n? You're letting a stranger into the one place we can relax and not have to be warriors. Now we have to be on defense even there."
"I may not have been living in the dorms with anyone at the time but I remember how much I sacrificed to take each and every one of you in. Each of you, a stranger to me, from a different part of life but all suffering. Without hesitation I put my safety and life on the line to nurse you all back to health and give you a chance to prove yourself." You say thoughtfully after choosing your words carefully. You hear a hum of agreement from the back and you turn to face the other boys.
"He might turn out to be a threat to us but just remember; we have these colors around our tattoos for a reason." You say flashing your forearm causing the boys to chuckle in agreement.
Back at the dorm, the paramedics were settling Namjoon in the guest room next to yours when Jimin caught your eye and motioned for you to come over.
"Wouldn't it be a little safer for him to be in the guest room down the other hall by one of our bedrooms?" He questioned once you stood by his side.
"That's very nice of you to think of me like that Jiminie but I'm pretty sure none of you would be willing to change his bandages every 5 hours, especially through the night." You laughed as his face scrunched up in agreement with your statement and you patted his shoulder. "If I scream, somethings wrong but I'm pretty sure he won't be any issue. The doctor said he didn't seem to be used uhm….in that way at all. They must've been saving him to be sold. However that smart mouth of his got him in a lot of trouble it seems. He has deep gashes all over his back and not to mention the bruises all over his body. The doctor was surprised none of his bones were broken."
"When he comes to, if he needs someone to talk to other than you, let me know." Jimin gulped hard and sadly nodded in empathy. Quickly you realize he's thinking of his own past and you give him a hug.
"I'm so glad you're here Jiminie. Don't ever forget that you were saved for a reason; you're special." You give him a peck on the cheek and he smiles at you before going back to the living room. After seeing the paramedics and the on call doctor out the door, you make your way to the area where all the boys were waiting as you had called a family meeting. You sat down on a leather chair facing the large plush couch that they had gathered on.
"I'll start this meeting with the fact that Namjoon will be staying with us as long as he needs to. Recovery will be as long as half a year the doctor said. The mental scars he could have will need a lot of therapy and support. I refuse to just throw him out on the streets to deal with all of this himself." You say and were met with nods and mumbles of agreement. "Does anyone have any concerns?"
"So are we telling him your identity or are we still going to keep him under the guise that you work for this mysterious "Bangtan Gang" Boss?" Suga asked.
"For now I will be known as the leader's secretary. There's no need to risk his life if he decides he doesn't want to join."
"I still don't like this. We know nothing about him and you could be putting us all in danger." Jin piped up from the corner of the couch and you turned your body to face him.
"I'll say this once and only once. None of you have the power to be making the calls around here. I may be young but I'm not stupid. I have a plan and that plan doesn't include risking our safety nor our lives. If you have an issue, feel free to talk to me about it but you will be doing so in a RESPECTFUL manner." You bit out the last part causing an echo to appear in the room. "Once he wakes, I'll ask some basic questions of him. He'll open up about the deeper things on his own time. All weapons besides the ones you decide to carry on you for the day will be locked up in the weapons closet. Only I will have the key so you will be required to get my permission to trade weapons in and out. I know it seems unfair but it's a step to keep us all safe."
"I have no problems with this, it'll help Jungkook to keep his damn knives off the kitchen table." J-Hope lightened the mood with a laugh and you smiled at him.
"Jimin? V? Suga? Jungkook? Jin? We all good?" You look around the room at each one of them. One by one they all chimed in their agreement and you sighed in relief as you noticed Jin wasn't as agitated as before. "Meeting dismissed then. Since it's 3AM I think we all need the day off. Sleep well everyone."
The loud crash is what startled you awake first followed by the swearing. Glancing at your phone you see it's only 4AM. You sigh and get up from bed, your tank top and shorts you wear as PJ's all twisted in the sheets. Untangling yourself you make your way across the hall to the guest room, your feet softly padding on the marble floor.
Opening the door you see Namjoon huddled in a ball in the corner of the room, arms shaking as he hugged his knees close to himself. Your heart aches and you slowly make your way to the middle of the room, not wanting to startle him.
"Namjoon? Honey? It's me, the woman who you talked to at the warehouse." You talk slowly, announcing yourself.
"Wh-Wha-What do you want with me?" He sputters out, the sound muffled from his cried out voice.
"I'm going to come closer and sit next to you. If that's not ok, please say something otherwise I'm going to go over there and explain things to you. I'll happily explain things over here though if that would make you feel better." You were met with silence so you took that as a hint to make your way to him. You stop at the bed and grab a blanket off it and drape it over his shoulders before sitting in front of him.
"Why are you being nice?" He asks, confused on why the blanket was now snuggly wrapped around his shivering frame. "Aren't you just going to deliver me to be a slave for your boss?"
"What? No, absolutely not!" You said confused at first. "Why don't we get you up off this cold hard floor and then we can talk?" You suggest and take his hand, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed. You take in his disheveled appearance and bags under his eyes. He was still handsome even with a broken spirit painted all over his face.
"I'm Y/N, the Boss's secretary. They requested that you be specially taken care of. You will be receiving top notch medical care including therapy and rehab. You are welcome to stay as long as those things are needed. Once you no longer need The Boss's assistance, you will be making a decision. You can go back to living a normal life or choose to meet the Boss and become a member of our gang. If you choose to leave, the Boss will fully fund 2 years of your college education and pay for a place to live while you find a job and regain stability. Choosing the latter, you will gain not only money but respect and have privileges that many cannot afford. However its hard work and you have to specialize in a form of defense or offense to guarantee a place here."
Taking in the information he was just given, Namjoon nods in understanding. Instead of replying he just leans his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes.
"Namjoon?"
"What's his ulterior motive?" He questions you.
"Only kindness," You smile at his assumption that the leader is a male and raise a hand to hesitantly stroke his hair. He leans into your touch with a sigh of contentment and you feel your heart warm.
"I missed human touch," he murmurs so quietly you almost didn't hear him. Not wanting to cross any boundaries you quietly suggest he get some rest and start to get up. "NO! Don't go...please…..I…I see that place every time I close my eyes." He calls out after you. "Just hold me until I fall asleep. That's all I need." You hear the desperation in his voice and you silently make your way back to the bed. Situating yourself so your back was against the headboard you pull his head onto your lap and start to play with his hair again.
"Tell me something about yourself?" He asks of you and you hum a reply of agreement.
"Hmmmm," You think of what to tell him, "When I was a little girl, my father would take me to a park near our place every weekend for a picnic. He would pack such yummy food and would take me for ice cream afterwards." You smile at the memory. "I got to pick out whatever I wanted no matter the cost, he always spoiled me like that. He was a harsh man, so cold to others but it was like he saved a sweet side just for me."
"Is he still alive?"
"No, he passed away when I was 17. That's when I met The Boss." Sensing the sensitivity of the subject, Namjoon drops it and instead snuggled into you further. Relaxing your head against the red oak headboard you begin to feel your eyes flutter from tiredness. Thinking it wouldn't be an issue, you rest them just a second, slowly falling asleep to the sound of Namjoon's steady deep breathing.
"What the FUCK y/n?" You awoke with a start. You frantically look around at the unfamiliar surroundings and see Jin in the doorway. "You fucking slept in the same bed as him?" You glance down and realize your legs were entangled in Namjoon's still and you got up, embarrassed of the situation.
"I-," was all you got out before Jin interrupted you and strode over to your side. His gaze was predatory and it made you shiver.
"You need to be more careful," He said to you as he rubbed a thumb over your cheek down to your lip, "We can't have you getting hurt, physically or emotionally." He adds as almost if it was an afterthought before leaving the room abruptly. You stood there, fingers on your bottom lip, shocked at the physical gesture. The ghost of Jin's presence still lingered in the room, leaving you feeling hot and cold all at once. Sounds of rustling sheets filling the air from Namjoon finally waking up helped bring you back to reality.