Yoongi and Y/N eventually ended up in a motel room, waiting in the front room. Y/N was sitting in the middle of a large sofa as Yoongi stood at a window, watching it carefully.
Yoongi didn't speak or look at the young girl sitting in the room. Y/N knew better than to talk to the woman-hater.
She then looked as the door opened, Namjoon walking in. He then nodded at Yoongi, the green haired male walking out the door. You could tell he didn't want to be there.
Namjoon smiled at Y/N as she stood, "I heard what happened. Must have been embarrassing. Are you alright?" His eyes were caring along with him motions.
Y/N nodded, "Why have you been watching me?"
Namjoon smiled, "You wanna jump right into it, huh?" He chuckled, dimples showing, "I was told to. It's that simple."
"By who?" Y/N was still standing as she faced Namjoon. He was much taller than what she first thought.
Y/N flattened her gaze, "That tells me nothing! Can't you explain what is going on?"
Namjoon sighed, "Everything happens for a reason. You know this, correct?" He raised an eyebrow.
Y/N just nodded.
"You weren't randomly followed that night," Namjoon's voice got flatter, "He chose you." He was dead serious no sarcasm in his voice.
"What are you talking about?" Y/N scoffed at him, "If you're here to waste my time, don't." She hissed at the man, looking him right in the eyes.
"Jimin has had only fake engagements. All the women he has been with weren't l to him. Just like you," Namjoon smiled at her, "You're no different than all the others. We found you and he got you the same exact way."
"Why would I believe this?" Y/N narrowed her eyes.
"Why would I lie?" Namjoon laughed at her, "Jimin needs drama in his life to keep his parents happy. Engagements seem to do the trick," Namjoon crossed his arms, "Believe it or not, but do you really think the King of Korea would be in the middle of the street at midnight by himself with no guards?"
Y/N shook her head, "No..." Her voice got softer as she spoke.
Namjoon shoved his hands in his pockets, "I was the man at the elevator, that is why you recognized me in the lingerie store," He nodded his head, "Yoongi and Jungkook were the other two males," He scoffed, "You couldn't have thought that real kidnappers would have let you go that easily with only a single man there." He seemed agitated.
"I don't get it."
Namjoon's eyes fell, "God, you're dense..." He shook his head, "The way you found Jimin is the way all his fake fiances have found him. Jungkook, Yoongi, and I would round up the girls and drive them towards him."
"This makes no sense. What are you saying?" Y/N's voice was fading the more she spoke. She was feeling light-headed.
"Jimin chose you to be his fake fiance, the same way he chose all the others," Namjoon sighed, "But he seems to want to keep you instead of kill you like the others."
"What the fuck are you talking about now?" Y/N screeched at him, almost finally thinking it all made sense.
"After Jimin 'broke-off' his engagements, just six months in, don't you remember his fiances always died by car accidents or sicknesses?" Namjoon smiled and shook his head, "None of that was an accident. They had to be gone in case they leaked information after I explained it all to them." He tilted his head, "Just like now."
Y/N was too shook to speak. She just stood there.
Namjoon then sighed, "But everyone seems to have taken a liking to you and I can't say why... But after the episode you made today, you only have two choices left." He looked her dead in the eyes, "All while keeping your damn mouth shut about everything you've heard unless you want a bullet in your pretty little head." His dimples glowed.
Y/N stood there, sweat flowing down her forehead.
"You can either go back to Jimin and make a public apology and get married to him," He took a second to breathe, "Or you can disappear and go wherever you wish. Just keep your mouth closed or we will find you and kill you."
The door then flew open, Jimin appearing, "Namjoon, what the fuck do you think you're doing telling her this shit?" The King no longer looked like royalty.
He was pissed, wrath beading from his skin. His eyes were pitch black and his whole body was tense.
"Of all the ways to scare her off, you choose to tell a horror story you made up?" He scoffed, telling the truth, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Namjoon made a face, "You ruined the moment."
Jimin screamed, "I don't give a fuck what I did! Taehyung told me what happened and I let it go, damn you," He grit his teeth, turning to Y/N, "Did he scare you?" He looked like he cared and like he was worried.
Y/N stopped, "Wait, was that true or not?"
"Sadly, no," Namjoon glared at Jimin, "I wish you would have just let me get to the best fucking part. What is so special about this fake one anyway?"
Jimin glared at Namjoon, "Your job is over, leave with Yoongi at once." His voice boomed throughout the room.
Namjoon sighed, leaving the door wide open. Yoongi came from the other side, walking right by and behind Namjoon.
Jimin looked at Y/N, "He scares all my fiance's off like that, I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner," He reached out to touch her but she pulled away. He retracted his hands, "None of it was true... I promise." His voice lowered.
"How many fake fiances have you had and how many have died?" She was still too shocked to even think about doing anything.
"I've had six and two of them died in car accidents but they were accidental," Jimin wasn't an asshole at that moment, nothing about him came off as rude anymore, "Namjoon is always a trouble maker. Don't believe what he has to say about anything involving me or my scandals."
"I'm a scandal too, right?" Y/N was blankly looking at the door, "I won't say a word of anything, not even... this," She took a deep breath, "Just leave me alone." She then walked past him and to the door.
Jimin turned and watched her slowly walk away from him. He didn't stop her or say a single word. He just looked at her.
Y/N felt tears in her eyes as she walked out the door and started down the hallway to the stairs. Her heart was racing and she was pissed and confused.
She didn't look back or even think of Jimin or anything else. She just kept walking. Her legs and arms were sore now and heart head started to hurt.
Her heart exploded.