*Two months later*

I reached forward and grabbed my water bottle off the ground, sliding down the wall to sit. I yanked off the lid and gulped down the cool liquid. 

"This. Is. So. Hard." Jungkook slid next to me, panting.

"I know. I'm dying." Jin complained as he sat down as well.

"You're dying?! I had to wake up EARLY this morning!!" Suga cried, plopping down and laying across the ground. He closed his eyes immediately.

"Hey, I didn't get ANY sleep last night, I had 12 meetings!!" Namjoon sat next to me, plucking his water bottle away from Kookie's dehydrated hands. 

"This is so much fun!!" J-Hope squealed as he sat down too.

Taehyung didn't say anything, he just plopped down.

Jimin looked at us all, breathing heavy.

"I'm hot."

"No you're not. Your overheated." Jungkook roasted. I sighed and chucked a water bottle at Jimin. 

We all pulled out our phones and checked our schedules. 

Jimin sighed and stood up.

"People, I must leave you. I have a photo shoot in an hour. See you tonight." He declared.

"Yeah sure. Bye Jimin." Tae yawned. Suga just nodded along with Namjoon and Jin.

"Bye Jimine we love you!! " J-Hope hugged him and squealed lightly. I waved as he left.

"I'm so hungry." I complained to the boys who meant everything to me.

"Oh, why don't we get food? I'm to tired to practice anyway." Suga mumbled from his spot. He opened his eyes a but and looked at us.

"I agree. I'm starving!!" Jin jumped up.

We all stood up and followed Jungkook, the driver, to the car. He opened the back seat for us and smiled. I waited till everyone was in but Jungkook before I stepped over. He shut the door. I glared at the muscle pig. 

"Sit up front." He opened the door and walked off. I swung in and glared at him some more. The car started moving.

"Come back here." J-Hope whispered in my ear. I nodded and looked over at Jungkook, who's attention was focused on the road. I slid off my seat belt. He turned the car. I took the opportunity and jumped over the seat, not paying attention to who was behind me.

I landed hard on Namjoon's lap, my head smacking into his chin. He made a noise like a groan.

"Sorry!!" I slid off him. 

"Its fine." He mumbled.

I didn't quite believe him but I couldn't argue. Jungkook pulled into Panda Express and glared at us.

"Lets go."

We all nodded in fear. He was more than scary now, with his huge muscles. Our bodies were sweaty and tired, yet Jin managed to be a diva, throwing back his coat and lifting his chin.

Once inside four men recognized me and cheered. Namjoon clenched his jaw. 

Seven girls recognised us and cheered for all if us. His jaw loosened up. 

I looked over at a cute guy who winked seductively at me and motioned for me to go over to him. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously a American, but he was cute. I smiled and looked at Namjoon for permission to go see him. He was glaring at the ground, a jealous expression over his soft features. I tapped his shoulder lightly and he grabbed my wrist and waited for the other boys to go ahead. The he dragged me over to a little area in the wall. I noticed the guy standing up. Namjoon gripped my wrist tighter, causing me pain. It was sweet and blissful pain, I didn't make a noise.

"Why are you flirting with that dude?!" He hissed in English, pulling me closer.

"I wasn't! What does it matter, anyway?" I glared at his clear eyes. They widened with shock at my retort but soon narrowed. He tightened his fingers, squeezing my wrist so painfully I almost winced. But I forced a glare, wanting the pain to continue.

"Get your hands off her, asshole!" Namjoon was shoved back, stumbling. I reached out to steady him, my wrist a bright red shade, growing purple. His eyes become dishes of hurt as he noticed the mark he had left. The blonde guy was next to me, playing the hero role. He smirked at me, reaching his hand out to my face.

"Its none of your business, he wasn't hurting me, now leave." I demanded, stepping away from the intruder..

He glared at me, angry. His hand raised into the air as he smacked his palm against my soft cheeks. I gasped, completely shocked that this stranger would dare hit me.

"In my country a woman obeys a man." He hissed, raising his hand again. Suddenly, he flew backward, landing on his butt three feet away. Namjoon stood there, fuming with anger. I grabbed his hand and dragged him outside the restaurant, shoving him up against the wall of panda express. It was nearly midnight, he needed to chill.

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That." He demanded, smashing his fist against the brick wall between every word. I grabbed his bloody fist as fast as I could to stop him, but he just pulled away. 

"Namjoon, wait!" I begged, feeling rather terrible. It was my fault he was all mad and worked up. I took both his hands in mine and pulled them down so he was on his knees in front of me, so I could see his eyes.

"Harley, what's going on? You guys never came to the booth..." Jungkook stood by the door, just noticing us.

"We will be in soon, order a Pepsi for me please." I told him with a forced smile.

"Beer." Namjoon said. Jungkook nodded and hurried inside, looking back multiple times. 

"Namjoon, please. Don't be mad." I begged.

"I will be! A complete stranger walks over to us and shoves me then dares to HIT you, and say your nothing but an obeying slave?! Harley, I have the right to be mad!!" He stood up, pushing me away. I stumbled back, worried. 

"Namjoon..." 

He turned away, stepping away. I hurried to catch up, grabbing his arm. He swung it in an ark, I tripped, falling. He grabbed my shirt just in time and yanked me up, holding onto my bad wrist to help gain my balance back.

"S-sorry!" His voice cracked as he looked at my bruised wrist. A tear dripped from the corner of his eye, breaking my heart.

"Oh, Namjoon, who broke you this much that you cry only once, only when you see a bruise on my wrist." I wrapped my arms around him, smashing the tips of my converse into the ground as I stood on tippy toe. 

He looked at me, his eyes filled with salty water. 

"Me."