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A yawn escaped past my lips, along with a groan as pain shot up my bottom.

Namjoon definitely went too hard...

"Nice to see you're finally awake." Namjoon smiled while setting a cup of hot tea on my bedside. "We have visitors, get dressed and try to hide that limp of yours." He sent a quick wink before pecking my lips and exiting the room.
I wanted to be upset at the comment but I instead found myself smiling. Things finally seemed as if they were normal, like this is meant to be. I glanced down at the beautiful ring on my finger that I once despised and tried to get rid of.

I sighed lightly and slid out of bed, blushing at my still naked body. I was far too sore to shower so I quickly gathered a knitted sweater, boxers, and skinny jeans. I ran my fingers through my messy hair after brushing my teeth and taking care of any other things needing to be done. I smiled widely when I opened up the door and leaned over the stair railing at the sound of voices.

"Don't tell him. I want him to see for himself." Namjoon's rough voice cut through the air.

"He's gonna figure out eventually, just fucking tell him!" A male voice just as rough as Namjoon's whispered harshly.

"Namjoon, he deserves to know. Taehyung's been seen as innocent for far too long." Another voice cut in, it was lighter and more delicate but was still a male tone.

I gulped.

What do they mean? Why are they talking about Taehyung?

"I don't fucking care. Keep your mouths shut or else I won't bring your kids back to you." Namjoon threatened the two males.

Kids? Is he talking about Jungkook and Jimin? Then that must mean...

"You can't keep our kids away from us! Hoseok and I have followed every order obediently!"

Yoongi.

"Shh, honey. Keep it down...."

Hoseok.

"I will not! We don't need this! You better get our kids back Kim Namjoon." Yoongi grunted and I heard the screech of a chair. The door slammed shut and there was only silence.

"Seokjin~" Namjoon called from the dining room.

I quietly walked down the flight of stairs, sneakily making my way to the front door.

"Seokjin, you missed our guests." Namjoon now stood in front of the staircase. I was behind him at the door, no way of escaping.

You have to return the kids, and figure out what's up with Tae.

As Namjoon ascended up the stairs I snuck out the door. Not bothering to shut it.

"Wait!" I shouted out at the couple, who were about to speed off. "I know where Jungkook and Jimin are!" I shouted again, sprinting toward the vehicle. I was panting as Yoongi rolled down the window,

"Get in. Satan's about to make his arrival."

I tilted my head to side, confused.
Satan?

Just then, Namjoon came storming out of my house. I frowned and quickly slid into the car, which sped off almost immidiately. My hand clutched my heart as I tried to steady my breath, my head turned toward the lingering gaze of Hoseok.