Nada

Let's Try This New Restaurant Because I Have No Ulterior Motives Whatsoever

Sorry, I'm on vacation and forgot what day it was!

It had been two weeks and not one peep was heard. Y/N finally began to hope that this was the end of it. That Mordecai had made some calls, realized who her friends were, and left the country with his tail between his legs. The boys had taken turns being with her or always had a discreet bodyguard following her.

"I think it's okay. I'll move back home." Hoseok pouted, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and making sure they faced the mirror so she could see his aegyo. "Hobi, I can't stay with you forever."

"Why not."

"Because I'm a grown adult who can take of herself." He rocked himself from side to side and her with him.

"Just cuz you can doesn't mean you have to." He argued.

"Your house isn't mine." But it could be. He bit back the retort, just sighing in response before letting her go.

Having Y/N at his home had been harder than he anticipated. Having her constantly around him....it made him realize that he cared for her a lot more than a friend. And he didn't know what to do about it. He definitely wouldn't say anything right now. He didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of his display of hospitality. But he knew at some point he'd have to say something. He was just....afraid. She had frickin' kicked him in the balls when they'd first met.

It was with misgivings and reluctance that they returned to his home and packed her things up. Y/N was excited. Life could go back to normal. And it was possible Mordecai would never come back. Hoseok pouted a little. But he'd live.

-

"Just fucking take her to dinner and tell her. She'll appreciate the directness." Yoongi. Pragmatic as always. He was trying not to be irritated at the ball of nervous energy touching everything he had in his living room.

"What if....what if she says no...."

"Well then you can go back to being a fuckboy. How long has it been anyway?" Hoseok paused to think.

"I think the last one was before the semester started." Yoongi whistled.

"You're abstaining?"

"It wasn't conscious. At first. But lately, yeah. They just don't interest me anymore." Yoongi couldn't really understand although a part of him hoped that one day he'd find himself in Hoseok's shoes. But he tried to be empathetic for the sake of his friend.

"Dinner. Tell her. I think the not knowing is going to kill you more than rejection." He tried to sound sympathetic. Hoseok blew his breath out and ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay....okay....I can do this...." He whirled and started towards the door, only to be stopped by Yoongi's voice.

"Hobi. If she says yes....don't fuck it up. She's my friend too."

"I know, I know. You let her study on your fucking patio but you almost murdered me when I spilled champagne on it."

"Hey, that wood is rare and was specially treated to withstand all this dust."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

-

Hoseok was smart and listened to his hyung's advice. Which was why Y/N was now putting gold chain earrings on. She had been a little surprised when Hoseok had suggested they grab dinner and even more surprised when he told her to dress up. He'd told her he wanted to try out his parents' new restaurant. Sure they ate lunch together, but honestly she didn't really do evening meals with any of them. Even Hoseok. She usually had too much she was doing.

But he wanted to try the food so she'd put aside her projects for the night and accompany him. She stepped back and looked at herself, checking to make sure the roller had caught all the lint. Her pants were a dark grey and high-waisted and she wore a tucked-in, collared red shirt. She'd undone the top several buttons. She wore black heels and had a tiny gold necklace, and the earrings of course.

She grabbed her clutch when Hoseok texted her he was outside. Today there would be no arguing about walking or driving. She wasn't sure where the restaurant even was so Hoseok got his way.

He was standing outside the passenger side door, one hand tucked casually into his maroon-colored suit. He had the jacket unbuttoned to show the black shirt he had underneath. He grinned and waved when she finally exited the apartment building. She smiled and waved back. It was nice to see her so much more relaxed recently.

"I'm not used to you dressing up." She said as she approached and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Like what you see?" She snorted and smacked his chest. He laughed and looked down, only to instantly, sort of, regret it. Because of his height he had a perfect view of her cleavage. Normally it didn't bother him, normally he was fine. But tonight his thoughts were focused on one aim only, one aim that could eventually result in having things to do with said cleavage. He cleared his throat and distracted himself by opening the door for her.

Y/N didn't fail to notice that Hoseok seemed a little nervous but she wasn't entirely sure why. So she said nothing and they relaxed over the delicious dinner.

"You'll have to tell your parents they have a winner." She said as they finished their food.

"Yeah, it's good." The dessert was being brought and Hoseok suddenly felt sweaty. It was time. "I'll be right back, I have to run to the bathroom."

"Okay." Y/N didn't think anything of it, pulling out her phone to see if she'd gotten any messages while they'd been eating. There was one and she pressed the notification button. Only to instantly wish she hadn't.

Inside the bathroom Hoseok splashed water on his face and took a few deep breathes.

"Just get it over with, just get it over with." This was it. From now on he either got to spend his time showing her just how valuable of a person she was or he lost her entirely. There would be no going back. He felt excited and sick all at once. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just leave things as they were...

He shook himself. He needed to know. He straightened his shoulders and determinedly walked back out into the restaurant.

Nothing seemed wrong as he approached the table at first, but as he got closer he realized Y/N wasn't just checking her phone. She was frozen, her face white, staring wide-eyed at the screen.

"Sorry....what's wrong?" She didn't reply. She didn't hear him. He wasn't even sure she was breathing, she was so still. "Y/N...." He rested his palm on her shoulder but she didn't react. So he gently reached out with his other hand and pried the phone out of her hands. She still held them upright, like she was holding her phone, as he glanced at the screen.

It was his turn to freeze. "What the fuck." He whispered, reading the brief message and scrolling through the screenshots.

Care to explain these?

There were at least ten screenshots of nudes that followed that message. Most of them didn't show the face but a few did. It didn't matter though. Even without the face he would've recognized her body anywhere. It wasn't as developed as it was now and she was leaner nowadays.....but it was definitely Y/N. Judging by how young she looked and the slight baby fat on her cheeks....

Mordecai wasn't done with her yet.