Bangtan's Baby | 18+

twenty-nine✧༺ fuck me, I'm a criminal!

Namjoon's POV

I enter the house with Jin, barely closing the front door when Jimin's walking toward us.

"What the hell is going on?" he demands to know, his eyes flitting from Jin's to mine. "Yoongi said you left without an explanation, and Li wouldn't tell us where you went."

"Where is she?" Jin moves forward, his eyes darting to the stairs. "Is she still with Yoongi? Is her stuff still here?"

"Is her stuff still here? What?" He shakes his head, perplexed. "He took her out for ice cream to calm her down."

"Calm her down?" Jin presses, his voice tightening. "Was she crying?"

"No, she just seemed a bit dazed." He looks at us closely. "Why do you think she was crying?" With more firmness than before, "Where did you go?"

Jin grabs his keys from his pocket, suddenly freezing in his spot. "We left my car."

"Shit," I mutter.

"You just left it?" Jimin questions incredulously. "How do you just leave a car?"

I pinch my forehead, closing my eyes with annoyance. "It's a long story."

"Does it have anything to do with Li?" he presses. "With the way she was acting?"

"Which one?" Jin avoids his question.

"What?"

"Which ice cream store did Yoongi take her to?"

"I don't know," Jimin responds, exasperated. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it fucking matters," Jin spits out. "I need to see her."

Jimin looks at me. Looks back at Jin. "What happened?"

Jin pivots toward me. "Keys."

"What?"

"Keys." He holds his hand out, palm up, and shakes it slightly. "Car."

"My car?"

"I need to see her."

"Let's just—"

"Namjoon."

I grunt, letting my fingers curl around my keys. "I'll drive."

Jimin follows us out, his forehead creased with confusion and slight worry.

Jin gets in the passenger seat, his fingers drumming against his leg while he anxiously waits for me to start the car.

Jimin slides into the backseat, and I can see him looking at me for answers through the rearview mirror.

"Jin," I begin, putting the keys in the ignition. "Tell Jimin what's going on before he pops a blood vessel."

"We don't know which ice cream shop she's in," he returns heatedly.

Jimin retrieves his phone from his pocket. "It's probably the one on 54th. I'll text Yoongi just in case, but let's head over. Jin—" He glances up at him while he shoots a text off to Yoongi. "Talk to me."

Jin's lips form a tight frown. A single word, only one, but it seems to convey more than Jin seems capable of speaking. "Gyeo."

Jimin's features set. "Gyeo?"

I release a short exhale. "She's fucking stirring shit up." I peel out of the parking lot, motioning to Jin. "You want to start with her breastfeeding Jae in front of you or her blackmailing you and Li?"

Jimin's eyes widen. "What?"

I grunt. "I was there for half of it, and I barely believe it myself."

His attention snaps to Jin. "What is she using to blackmail you? Nudes you sent when you were together? Is it something like that? Because we can always say they're photoshopped."