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If Nam didn’t know Jin for so long, he might not have noticed the alarm in his hyung’s eyes when he poked his head into his studio with a simple “Hey”. Usually, Jin was a really easygoing person – not as playful as he was in front of the cameras and dropping the whole “worldwide handsome” act – but still, a chill guy.

 And that’s why there was a red siren going off in his head right now.

 – Hyung, is everything okay? – He didn’t try to hide his concern.

A series of emotions flickered across Jin’s face before he finally sighed and asked:

– I need to tell you something, do you have time? –  He didn’t even wait for an answer before launching into his next words. – I didn’t think it would get this far, okay? I was trying to keep it under control, thought it was nothing to worry about. But it got out of control and I’m really... uncomfortable with this. – He blurted out in one breath, giving Namjoon a uneasy smile.

– Now I’m starting to get scared, hyung. What happened?

Jin gulped and blinked at him, then shyly looked away and started mumbling about a guy he met during his album promotions. The guy said he was handsome, but then again, that’s just common sense, right? And at first, Jin did like the attention, because, you know, he wasn’t bad to look at either. But he was focusing on his album, and doing all those things alone was a little overwhelming, so he politely declined the guy’s advances. At first, he thought the guy understood his point, and that they could just be friends—or at least acquaintances who treated each other well. Now, looking back, Jin questioned whether it was naive of him to think that way. But you know me, Joon-ah, I’m not used to people hitting on me for real. Then came the calls and messages, all the time. And he didn’t even know how the guy got his phone number, but somehow, the guy knew where Jin was, who he was with, and what they were doing. Jin swore he tried saying again and again that he wasn’t interested, but the guy wouldn’t back down. And today, Jin had finally had enough when he received yet another message. It was a screenshot of the ticket sales page, and THE GUY had bought tickets for the entire BTS world tour. How could he not be scared? I’m not crazy, right, Joonie?

At the end of his speech, Jin was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes shone with unshed tears  as he paced back and forth in the small studio. Namjoon just looked at him for a long time, trying to process everything the older man had said, then finally spoke:

– You have the right to be afraid Jinnie, ok? You are not crazy, hyung – He said in a soothing voice, trying to calm Seokjin down. – We’ll handle this, trust me. Now breath, deep inhale... exhale. – Jin did as he was told, though the fear never leaving his eyes. – Can I ask who this guy is? Do I know him?

Jin didn’t meet his eyes when he mumbled a name under his breath.

–  Sorry, hyung, I didn’t catch that. Who is he? – Namjoon asked again.

This time, Jin looked up, staring directly into his eyes.

–  Park Jiwon. I guess you know him, don’t you?

Yes. Namjoon knew exactly who Park Jiwon was..

And this was bad. Really bad.

Park Jiwon was a major investor. One who had been funding HYBE’s artists for a while now. Only, he did it under a pseudonym, claiming he wasn’t interested in the spotlight or fame.

He wasn’t directly involved in BTS’s career, but this could become a problem really fast.

– I can see you know him. – Jin swallowed hard. – Joonie, I need you to help me. I don’t think we can talk openly about this with the agency. We may have to handle it ourselves.

Namjoon let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair.

– I knew that beautiful face of yours would put us into big trouble sooner or later. – Jin let out a small, humorless chuckle before his expression turned serious again. – Who else knows about this?

– Just Yoongi, he saw when I received one of Jiwon’s messages. I couldn’t control my face then. – Jin hesitated before adding. –  I’d actually prefer if the rest of the guys don’t find out about this. It’s already embarrassing telling you about it, I don’t want to worry them, too.

Namjoon leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed as he processed everything.

– I get it, hyung, but we can’t just ignore this. You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll figure it out together.

Jin shook his head, still visibly shaken.

– I don’t want to drag everyone into this mess, Joon. It’s my problem, not theirs. I’m the hyung here, remember? I’m the one supposed to take care of you guys.

Namjoon stood up and walked over to Jin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

– You’re not dragging anyone into anything, hyung. We’re a team. We take care of each other. – He studied Jin carefully. – We’ll try to figure it out on our own first, but if he doesn’t back down, we’ll tell the others and the agency, okay?

Jin looked up at him, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

– Thanks, Joonie... I just don’t know what to do. He’s been getting too close, too fast.

Namjoon’s voice softened.

– We’ll figure it out. We’ll make sure this doesn’t go any further. But we need to be smart about it.

Jin nodded, though doubt still lingered in his eyes.

– Yeah... I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.

Namjoon gave him a reassuring smile.

– We’ll make sure of that. You’ve got me, hyung.

And he meant it with every fiber of his being.

Of course, he would prefer to handle this quietly, but he also knew that they were at a point in their careers where they no longer had to accept being easily manipulated by anyone. And if it came down to it, Namjoon wouldn’t hesitate to use his influence to protect Jin and give him the peace he valued so much.

The younger man then began processing all the information his hyung had given him.

If this had started when Jin was promoting his album, that meant…

His eyes widened.

– Wait... he’s been doing this for almost a year now?

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Jin forced yet another smiled while nodding. He knew Joon would do the math.

– Hyung, why did you let this go on for so long? – Namjoon took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

– I know I screwed up, okay? – Jin felt his ears heating up even more. – Do you have any idea how to fix this?

– Not yet, but we’ll think about something – Namjoon wasn’t sure if he was saying that to Jin ou to himself – When exactly did you meet him?

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September, 2024.

Jin was leaving HYBE’s building after his final meeting before heading to Milan when he spotted one of his dongsaengs and stop for a quick chat. There was still so much to catch up on after his return from the military.

After saying his goodbyes, he stepped into the elevator, already occupied by a dark-haired man. The stranger was slightly taller than Jin, his shoulders not as broad, but his presence was imposing. He looked to be in his late 30s with a well-sculpted, masculine face.

Their eyes met, and Jin noticed a flicker of recognition — interest, even — before they both bowed respectfully.

The ride was silent, neither one of them saying anything, but Jin could feel the gaze lingering on him and making him restless.

 Just before they reached Jin’s floor, the stranger finally broke the silence.

– I’m really looking forward for your upcoming album. – He paused, giving Jin a slow once-over. – I heard it’ll be amazing, I can’t wait to know what kind of music you will give us.

Despite the uneasiness stirring in him, Jin offered a polite smile and thanked the man for his support, not giving it much thought.

But as he stepped out of the elevator, he could still feel that burning gaze on the back of his neck. It stayed with him until he reached his car.

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Jin blinked, forcing himself back to the present. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve, grounding himself.

Namjoon sat in front of him, brows drawn in concern, his eyes scanning Jin’s face like he was trying to read what hadn’t been said aloud.

— So… he already made you feel uneasy. Even then. — Namjoon’s voice was quiet but heavy. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling. — And you were alone with that feeling all this time.

Jin’s throat tightened.

— I didn’t think it would turn into this. I mean... I get stared at all the time, it’s not exactly new. — He tried to joke, forcing a weak smile. — Can’t help being devastatingly handsome, right?

Namjoon didn’t smile. He was still staring at Jin like the weight of it had finally settled.

— Yeah, but that wasn’t admiration.

Jin didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. The silence between them said enough.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment, and Yoongi walked in with his usual quiet presence. His eyes swept between them, reading the room instantly.

— You told him? — he asked, tone blunt as always.

Jin gave a tight nod. Namjoon just leaned back, running a hand down his face.

— So? — Yoongi stepped further in, arms crossed. — What’s the plan?

Silence stretched for a beat too long.

Yoongi tilted his head, impatient.

— I’ve been thinking. You could always fake-date someone. Might throw him off if he thinks Jin’s already involved.

Jin made a face.

— That’s not a solution. That’s a drama special waiting to happen.

Namjoon let out a breath, leaning forward.

— Besides, you’re talking about public speculation. You really think Jiwon’s the type to back off just because someone else is in the picture?

— I think he’s the type to test boundaries. So maybe setting one that looks real could slow him down. — Yoongi shrugged.

Jin hesitated. His arms were crossed now too, not in defiance, but in discomfort.

— Even if it works… I don’t want to drag anyone into this more than I already have.

Namjoon looked at him then, something quiet and resolute in his gaze.

— You’re not dragging us, hyung. We’re here because we care. I’d rather deal with some rumors than watch you go through this alone.

Jin blinked. Namjoon’s voice was calm, but there was heat behind it.

— Let’s do something simpler for now — Namjoon continued — Yoongi and I will stick close, especially in public. We can try to limit his access, keep you from being alone around him. And if you change your number…

Jin cut in, shaking his head.

— It won’t matter. He didn’t get it from me in the first place. He’s already sending emails and DMs. Blocking him will only make it obvious I’m trying to shut him out. And that… scares me more.

A silence followed. Jin closed his eyes briefly, clearly holding back the sting behind them.

— Then we stick with this plan for now. — he added. — If I keep ignoring the messages, maybe he’ll get bored. Maybe he’ll back off. I’ll just suck it up a little longer.

Yoongi watched him carefully, then gave a slow nod.

— Okay. But don’t pretend it’s fine if it gets worse. I mean it, hyung. I’ll glue myself to you if I have to.

He turned to leave, then paused in the doorway.

— You’re not alone in this. Just say the word.

When the door closed behind him, the room fell into a softer silence.

Namjoon got up and grabbed his bag. Then, without needing to ask, he extended his hand toward Jin, palm up.

— Let’s go home, hyung. You’ve had enough for today. And I could use some japchae therapy.

Jin let out a soft chuckle, the tension in his shoulders loosening slightly. He reached for Namjoon’s hand and stood.

— You always know the magic words.

They left together, Namjoon’s hand still resting on Jin’s wrist, unwavering.

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As soon as Jin was alone at home, the weight of the conversation with Namjoon and Yoongi gathered in his chest like a storm cloud.

The apartment, once a refuge, now felt too quiet. The silence pressed in around him, amplifying the storm in his chest. He sank into the couch, head tilted back, eyes tracing the ceiling. His fingers twitched, restless, as if the anxiety still buzzing through his system needed somewhere to go.

He had told them just enough. Just the surface of things. But the truth, the full, unvarnished truth, still sat heavy in his gut.

They didn’t know everything.

Namjoon and Yoongi had seen the bruising on the outside. They’d offered help, protection, even solutions. But they didn’t know how far Jiwon had already gotten. How much space he’d quietly carved out in Jin’s life without permission.

The messages. The emails. The way Jin couldn’t open his DMs without wondering what might be waiting. It was consuming. Like Jiwon had found a way to hijack even the quiet moments.

Jin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been truly alone with his thoughts and felt safe.

He hated it.

Hated that someone had made him feel like a stranger in his own space.

Hated that he hadn’t seen it coming.

At first, it was easy to brush off. A polite compliment. A few familiar words. Jin had told himself he was imagining it, that it wasn’t serious. He was used to attention. Used to being watched, admired, followed. But this… this was different. It had been different from the start. He just hadn’t wanted to believe it.

Now, he felt like he was walking through a fog with no map, forced to guess where the next landmine was buried. Every beep of his phone made his chest tighten. Every unfamiliar number made him feel exposed.

He dragged his hands down his face, exhaling slowly.

And yet… the worst part wasn’t the fear. It was the guilt.

Guilt for needing help.

Guilt for not asking sooner.

Guilt for dragging Namjoon and Yoongi into something he still wasn’t sure how to name.

Jin had always taken pride in being the eldest, the anchor. The one who held it together when the others faltered. He was supposed to protect them, not be the one they needed to protect.

But right now, he was unraveling. Quietly, silently. Thread by thread.

He remembered the way Namjoon had looked at him earlier. Like Jin wasn’t a burden. Like he wasn’t something broken that needed fixing. That… helped. It grounded him, even if just for a moment.

And Yoongi, with his no-nonsense tone and quiet loyalty, already laying down battle plans like it was just another task to check off...like this, too, could be solved.

They didn’t see him as weak. They saw someone worth defending.

He took a breath and let it settle.

Maybe that’s what would carry him through this. The closeness. The quiet assurance that, for once, he didn’t have to carry everything alone.

Still, as he glanced at his phone again, dread curled low in his stomach.

And he still hadn’t told them how the messages had started to shift. Not yet.

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The sound of sneakers scuffing against the polished floor echoed through the hallway as they left the practice room together, muscles aching but spirits high. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and playful bickering.

– I told you, that turn was off! – Jungkook huffed, draping an arm over Taehyung’s shoulders as they walked.

– It wasn’t off. It was just… artistic. – Taehyung said with an innocent tone. He may have bulked up after his military service, but his demeanor remained the same.

– We should go over it again next practice, – Hoseok said, tapping at his phone, likely already making notes for their next session.

Jin, trailing slightly behind, let the conversation wash over him. His shirt clung to his skin from the intensity of rehearsal, and he could already feel the ache settling into his limbs.

Then, a voice cut through the noise.

– Seokjin-ssi!

Jin stiffened before he even turned.

Jiwon approached with easy confidence, slipping into their space like he belonged there. He stopped just a little too close, his gaze locked onto Jin with an intensity that made his skin prickle.

Namjoon, who had been walking beside Jin, subtly shifted, angling his body just slightly in front of him. Yoongi, further ahead, turned back, sharp eyes taking in the scene.

Jiwon’s expression was friendly, his smile practiced, but something about the way he stood, shoulders just a little too squared, attention focused entirely on Jin, not even bothering to greet the rest of them, set Namjoon on edge.

– Oh, good morning. -  Jin forced a polite smile, the kind he had mastered over years of unwanted interactions. – What are you doing here?

– Just finishing up some things, – Jiwon said casually. His gaze flickered over Jin’s damp hair, the sweat still clinging to his skin. – You guys must’ve worked hard today. – His gaze never left Jin.

Jin nodded, not offering more.

Besides Joon and Yoongi, the others hadn’t stopped walking, lost in their own conversation a few steps ahead. Jiwon didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he acted like they weren’t even there.

He reached out, fingers grazing Jin’s arm. – You should be careful not to overdo it. You push yourself too hard.

Jin resisted the urge to step back, but Namjoon didn’t. His hand came to rest against Jin’s lower back, a steady presence.

– We always take care of our Jin hyung. – Namjoon said, his voice light but firm. – There’s no need to worry.

Jiwon’s eyes flickered to Namjoon, his expression unreadable for just a second before he smiled again.

– Of course, – he said easily. He held Jin’s gaze a moment longer, then finally – finally – took a step back. – I’ll see you around, Seokjin.

Jin exhaled as Jiwon walked past, his whole body stiff. Yoongi was watching him when he turned back. Jin rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to look unbothered, to smooth the tension from his face.

– What?

Yoongi’s stare was unreadable.

– Nothing. – He said, letting it slip this time.

Namjoon, still standing close, let his hand linger for a second longer before dropping it. His mind was already whirling.

Jiwon had spoken casually, acted friendly, but there was something too familiar in his tone, in his presence. like he believed he had the right to cross that line. Like being that close to Jin wasn’t just allowed, but expected.

Namjoon kept walking, but his thoughts stayed behind.

The bad feeling accompanying him.

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The next day was Sunday, and the seven of them were finally gathered around Jin’s dining table, just as they had been planning for weeks.

Since completing their mandatory military service, they had been working nonstop. With an album launch and an upcoming tour, they barely had time to just be together and readjust to the changes that had happened while they were apart.

Jin, being the first to finish his enlistment and return to work, had already settled back into civilian life. But having the rest of the members by his side again filled a space in his heart that had felt strangely empty.

During his darkest moments, he often felt like the weakest member of BTS. He tried not to dwell on it, but imposter syndrome was a relentless enemy, creeping in when he least expected it. But looking back at everything he had accomplished since returning from the military, he knew that wasn’t true. He hadn’t stopped for a second — jumping straight back into schedules, releasing his album, filming Run Jin, diving headfirst into everything without ever pausing to catch his breath. Because that’s who he was. He was Kim Seokjin. He worked hard, not just to prove he still deserved his place, but because he loved what they built together. Seeing Run Jin and his album so well received by ARMY only proved that he could handle things on his own. But having the members back? That was different. That was home.

He missed the effortless camaraderie, the inside jokes, the way they balanced each other so naturally. 

Still, the encounter from the previous night kept playing over and over in his head. The touch of Jiwon’s fingers on his arm, the way he stood too close, lingered uncomfortably in Jin’s thoughts. Like he believed he was entitled to Jin’s space. Entitled to Jin, even. Saying Jin was “uncomfortable” was an understatement.

Jin wasn’t used to feeling uneasy around his friends. Normally, he was the one who made things lighter, the one who cracked jokes, who smiled first, who kept the mood easy and fun. But with everything going on, he couldn’t quite find his footing. Couldn’t summon the same easygoing version of himself that always came so naturally when he was with the others.

The fact that Namjoon and Yoongi knew (at least part of what was happening) made it harder to pretend. Since their encounter with Jiwon yesterday, both had become even more attuned to him, more deliberate in how they hovered close, how they watched for every little shift in his mood.

It was suffocating.

It was comforting.

It was both.

Still, he forced himself to shake it off. They were here, together, and that was what mattered. He’d deal with everything else one day at a time. Right now, he just wanted to hold on to this moment.

The room buzzed with conversation, laughter spilling freely as they passed dishes around the table. Yoongi ignored Jungkook when he stole an extra piece of meat from his plate. Jimin whined dramatically when Taehyung grabbed the last dumpling, only for Hoseok to sneak him another with a conspiratorial grin. It was natural, effortless. The kind of moment Jin had been longing for.

Jin leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he watched the chaos unfold in front of him. Jungkook took a bite of bread he had baked earlier (anxiety cooking king, that’s what he is) and groaned.

– That’s amazing, hyung! I missed your cooking.

Jin grinned at the praise, feeling a little more like himself.

– You know – He said, tapping his chopsticks against his bowl to get their attention. – used to be a baker, but I couldn't make enough dough, so I kneaded a new job.

A beat of silence.

– That was awful. – Yoongi muttered, but there was the tiniest smirk tugging at his lips. Jimin laughed, leaning comfortably into Yoongi’s side.

– Hyung, please, – Jimin wheezed between laughs. – We just got our appetites back after military food!

Jungkook turned to him, looking deeply offended.

– Hey! – His doe eyes were wide as he stared at Jimin, but that didn’t stop him from taking another bite. – I did my best with what I had.

Jimin simply stuck out his tongue in response.

Namjoon groaned loudly, dropping his head into his hands – though he was still looking fondly at Jin. Hobi choked on his drink. Jin, unfazed, puffed out his chest proudly.

— Well, I don’t want to stir up any more trouble at the table. – This time, half of them groaned while the others laughed. – If you guys are done eating, I thought we could play something. I bought a few games on my last trip to Japan, but I haven't had time to try them all yet.

Excited murmurs filled the room as they eagerly agreed. The atmosphere felt lighter now.

For the first time in a while, he allowed himself to enjoy it.

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The night had wound down slowly, laughter lingering even as the members began to gather their things. They were reluctant to leave, but schedules loomed, and exhaustion was beginning to set in. One by one, they pulled on jackets and exchanged lingering hugs, promising to do this again soon.

Jin stood by the door, watching as they shuffled out. Hoseok walked alongside Jimin, animatedly describing the new pair of sneakers he’d gotten, hands moving animatedly as he spoke. Taehyung and Jungkook were still bickering about who cheated in the final round of their game, their voices carrying down the hallway as they disappeared. Yoongi simply gave Jin a knowing nod before following after them – until his hand found Jimin’s at the elevator, fingers interlocking like it was second nature.

That left Namjoon.

Jin turned back into the apartment, exhaling softly as he took in the remnants of their night — used glasses, empty bottles and snack packaging scattered around the room. He rolled up his sleeves, making his way to the sink.

– Joonie, you don’t have to stay and help. – Jin said, his voice carrying an edge of forced lightness as he turned on the water. He knew Namjoon hadn’t stayed behind just to help him out.

– I know. - Namjoon’s voice was steady, but there was something thoughtful about it. He leaned against the counter, a garbage bag hanging loosely from his fingers, watching Jin as he started rinsing the dishes. – I just wanted to check in. You seemed a little taken aback after seeing him yesterday.

Jin hummed, focusing on scrubbing a plate.

–  I’m fine. – Not even he believed it.

A short silence stretched between them. Namjoon didn’t push, but he didn’t leave either.

Then Jin’s phone, sitting at the edge of the counter, buzzed.

Both of them glanced at it. Jin was going to ignore it, until he saw Namjoon’s expression change. Jin followed his gaze, his stomach twisting as he took in the name flashing across the screen.

Jiwon

[02:42] I’m glad you had fun tonight, Seokjin.

The plate in Jin’s hands felt heavier. He barely registered the way the water ran over his fingers. For a moment, he didn’t move.

Namjoon did.

Slowly, his jaw tensed, his usual warmth replaced by something sharper, something unreadable. His eyes flickered from the phone to Jin, and suddenly, the weight of Jiwon’s presence — the suffocating, ever-watching presence — felt undeniable.

– Hyung – Namjoon said, voice carefully measured. – How does he know?

Jin swallowed hard, but his throat felt tight and the words wouldn’t come.

He had no answer.

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I’m glad you had fun tonight, Seokjin.

Jin didn’t move at first. Didn’t flinch. His hands kept scrubbing at a dish that was already spotless, shoulders tight, jaw set. Like if he just focused hard enough, the knot twisting in his stomach and the message glaring from the phone would disappear.

— Hyung… how does he know? — Namjoon asked, softer this time but firm, stepping closer.

— I don’t know. — Jin’s voice was clipped. Sharp. Way too sharp for how carefully he was pretending to be indifferent. His hands didn’t stop moving. — Maybe he guessed. Maybe it’s luck. Who knows.

Namjoon didn’t buy it.

— Jinnie. — His voice gentled, but didn’t waver. — How long has he been acting like this?

For a moment, Jin didn’t answer. His shoulders rose, then dropped with a breath through his nose. The dish clattered a little louder than necessary into the drying rack. He grabbed another. Kept scrubbing.

— It’s fine. I’ve been handling it. — He tried for casual. Failed. The tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Namjoon didn’t back off.

— For how long? — Not harsh. Just steady. Steady in a way that told Jin this wasn’t going away.

That’s when something cracked.

Jin slammed the sponge down, water splashing over the counter. His head whipped toward Namjoon, eyes wide, ears and neck bright red. His voice shot out fast, breathless, like it had been building in his chest for weeks.

— I don’t know, okay?! Since... since we met in LA! Or maybe before, I don’t even know anymore! Messages. Calls. Stupid little notes showing up when they shouldn’t. And, yeah, I thought it was just stupid attention at first. I thought I could ignore it. — His hands gestured wildly, his chest rising too fast for how little air seemed to reach his lungs. — But it didn’t stop. And I didn’t tell you because... because I didn’t want to drag anyone into this. Because I thought if I ignored it hard enough, it would go away. And because the second you knew, I’d have to admit that I—

He stopped. Froze. Jaw clenched like he physically bit the words back. His hands trembled where they hovered midair.

Namjoon didn’t say anything for a beat. Just let Jin breathe. Watched the flush creep from his ears down his neck, the wild flicker in his eyes as if realizing how much he’d just let slip.

Then, quieter:

— ...That you what?

Jin squeezed his eyes shut. Rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers tight. When he finally spoke again, his voice had dropped, low and rough around the edges.

— That I’m not handling it as well as I wanted you to think. — His gaze dropped to the sink. — That’s what.

Namjoon’s chest tightened, and before he could even think about it, his hand was already moving, curling gently around Jin’s wrist. Anchoring. Solid. Little by little, he got closer until he intertwined his fingers with Jin's.

— Hyung... — His voice softened completely now. No pressure. No judgment. — Nothing that is happening is your fault. I'm just glad you told me. You didn't handle it badly, for god's sake, if anything, you shouldn't even be handling it.

Jin didn’t reply. But he didn’t pull his hand away, either.

Jin’s gaze was everywhere except Namjoon’s face. For a few beats, Jin stayed silent, staring at the water running down the drain. His lips parted once, then closed again. Like the words were right there but tangled somewhere between his chest and throat.

Then finally, on a breath that sounded way too tired for someone like him, Jin spoke.

— It didn’t start out like this. Not... not in a way that felt dangerous. Not at first. Despite my first impression, I thought he was harmless. — His thumb rubbed anxiously against Namjoon’s hand but he didn’t let go. — I honestly thought it was nothing. Just... I don’t know. I told myself that for a long time.

His gaze drifted, like the memory had its own gravity, pulling him under.

– The second time I met him was in LA. We saw each other at the hotel’s bar. I was there with our staff, and he was in a business meeting. One of our staff members recognized his assistant, and then one thing led to another. By the end of the night, he was sitting at our table. – Jin gulped. – At that point, I thought my first impression of him had been wrong, that I had misjudged him. He seemed fun and open. – Jin shifted on his feet, his gaze fixed on their hands. – Not long after, I said my goodbyes and went to the elevator. He joined me there, saying he was tired. We talked a little, and it sounded amicable. Then, when we reached my floor, he asked if I would like to have a drink with him the next day. I thought maybe I was overthinking things. He hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. – Jin finally looked up at him, his ears bright red and eyes filled with apprehension. – And I agreed.

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            The lounge was dimly lit, humming with quiet conversation and clinking glasses. Jin had chosen a seat near the window, not too private, not too exposed. Jiwon arrived with a confident stride, flashing a grin as he took the seat across from him.

– I hope I didn’t make this awkward. I just thought, why waste the opportunity? – Jiwon said lightly, smiling from the corner of his mouth, looking perfectly calm.

– You didn’t. It’s just a drink.

At first, it was... fine. Conversations about travel, music, their jobs. Jiwon laughed at the right times, nodded when he should, asked questions that were just personal enough to feel interested but not invasive. It wasn’t bad, but something about it felt... managed. The longer they talked, the more Jin noticed the subtle shifts. The way Jiwon’s gaze lingered. The way his body leaned just a little too far forward, closing distance that didn’t need to be closed.

– You know, I was expecting you to be a little more... outgoing, but you’re actually pretty distant.

Jin laughs awkwardly, trying to keep his distance but finding himself leaning back slightly.

– I’m just measured around people I don’t know well.

He shifted subtly, noticing how Jiwon’s hand rested near his on the table. Close, but not quite touching. Jin reached for his glass. And then... the hand. The sudden weight of Jiwon’s palm pressed lightly over Jin’s fingers. Not forceful, not dramatic — but not invited. Not okay.

– Relax, Seokjin – Jiwon murmurs with a playful smile, like he hadn’t just crossed a line that shouldn’t have been blurred. The way he pronounced his name gave Jin goosebumps. – I am just trying to make you feel comfortable.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Jiwon’s hand didn’t immediately release. A second too long. Just long enough to make a point. When he did let go, it was with a smirk, like he enjoyed having unsettled him.

Yep. His first impression wasn’t so off, after all.

– I should probably be honest about something. – Jin straightened in his seat, his voice calm but firmer.

– Oh? – Jiwon raised an eyebrow.

– That’s actually something I’ve been thinking about. - Jin tilted his head. – You know, I’m not really looking to get involved with anyone right now. - Jiwon blinked, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second. - I know I agreed to come tonight, but I’ve also been learning to listen to myself more. And I think it’s better if I focus on work and keep things simple. No mixed signals. So, it’s better if we stop here.

It was clear. Clear and direct. Jin was proud of that.

There was a beat of silence. Jiwon’s expression didn’t shift much (still polite, still charming), but the gleam in his eye cooled slightly.

– Sure. Of course. I respect that. – He said all the right things, but there was something in his eyes, a flicker of irritation, quickly buried under charm.

– Thanks for understanding. – And Jin knew that he’d made the right call.

Later, when they said goodbye in the lobby, Jiwon’s smile returned, but Jin didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered just a bit too long as he walked away.

Jin believed that things ended there, having always been skilled at setting limits on unpleasant interactions.

Key word here: believed. Oh, boy, he was wrong wrong.

---- FLASHBACK off -----

Namjoon didn’t speak right away. Processing. He watched Jin closely, the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers tapped absently against his knee.

– So that was it? Just one drink?

– One drink was enough. – Jin nodded.

Namjoon’s jaw tensed. He wasn’t angry – at Jin, at least – but something hot simmered behind his calm.

– I thought I was being clear. I was clear. And he said he respected it. – Jin said, letting his irritation show.

Namjoon leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing in calculation, like he was replaying the scene in his head and catching every red flag, one by one.

– And then the messages started?

– A few weeks later. At first, they were normal, like friends catching up. Then it got... strange. And you know how things are now.

The way Namjoon pressed his lips into a thin line was answer enough. He reached over, resting a hand over Jin’s shoulders.

– You did everything right.

Jin’s voice came quieter now, like it had been waiting for a safe place to land.

– Then why does it feel like it wasn’t enough?

Namjoon swallowed hard.

– You’re good at setting boundaries. Always have been. But it’s not always about what you do right. Sometimes people just... don’t care.

– I keep telling myself too. That I did what I could. – Jin looked up at him, voice soft but steady.

Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes darker now.

– I hate that you even had to.

Namjoon sat there, watching Jin. Trying to piece together the image of him at that table, offering a polite smile while pulling his hand away. Setting boundaries. Being ignored.

Then his gaze dropped to their joined hands. Jin didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into the contact.

– He touched you. – Namjoon said it as if he had just realized.

– Not in a... big way. He didn’t cross any lines, not in a way that could be called out. – Jin winced a little.

Namjoon shook his head slowly.

– Sometimes the worst kind of violation is the one that’s just subtle enough to excuse.

– I thought I was overreacting. But... when he held on, even for that one second too long, I felt like I had to convince myself not to make a scene. – He said almost in a whisper.

Namjoon swallowed again. There was a pressure behind his eyes, like something unspoken was clawing its way out.

– I hate that you went through that. – His voice cracked, barely. – And I hate that I wasn’t there.

– Joonie, please... – Jin’s lips curled into a faint, sad smile.

– I know you didn’t need me to be. That’s not what I’m saying. But it kills me that you had to go through it alone.

Jin didn’t answer right away. He understood. If the roles were reversed, he would’ve felt the same way.

Powerless.

His only response was to squeeze Joon’s hand tightly.

Then, almost too quietly:

– Joon... can you stay the night? – Jin wasn’t quite looking at him. His voice had softened, small in a way Jin almost never allowed himself to be. — I just... don’t want to be alone tonight.

Namjoon blinked, surprised.

– Of course, hyung. – Namjoon gave him a reassuring nod.

They didn’t talk much after that, the mess in the kitchen forgotten for now. Jin went through his nightly routine in silence, handed Namjoon a change of clothes, and they both lay down, side by side, close but not quite touching.

Then Jin reached for Namjoon’s hand under the covers. A quiet gesture. Namjoon didn’t hesitate. He curled his fingers around Jin’s and held on.

The quiet wasn’t awkward. It was a kind of comfort.

Namjoon stared up at the ceiling, listening to Jin’s breathing even out beside him. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, eyes open in the dark, tracing the shadows.

Jin had asked him to stay.

He almost never asked for anything. Not unless it mattered.

Namjoon might be the leader, but Jin had always carried his own weight like it was second nature. Carried everyone else’s too, sometimes. Being the oldest wasn’t just a title, it was something Jin wore like armor. Quiet, effortless, rarely cracked.

So the fact that he had reached out, that he wanted needed someone there, told Namjoon everything he needed to know.

He gave Jin’s hand the gentlest squeeze. A promise without words.

He’d stay. As long as Jin needed.

Eventually, Namjoon let his eyes close.

Still holding on.

Chapter Text

The morning light crept in slowly, warm and golden as it spilled through the curtains and softened the edges of the room. Namjoon stirred first, blinking into the brightness. For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was. Then he felt the weight of the blanket, the faint warmth beside him, and the light pressure of Jin’s hand still resting loosely in his.

Jin was still asleep, his face turned slightly toward Namjoon, expression peaceful in a way that felt rare lately. His brow was relaxed, no tension in his jaw, plump lips parted just enough to let his breathing slip through evenly. Namjoon stayed still, careful not to shift too much, letting his gaze linger.

He didn’t analyze the moment. Didn’t pick it apart like he usually would. He just let it be.

Jin looked beautiful like this. Not in the dramatic, stage-lit way that fans adored, but in the quiet, real way. Like someone who had fought off a storm and finally found a sliver of calm.

Namjoon’s chest ached a little. World Wide Handsome, indeed.

Eventually, Jin stirred, a small frown twitching on his face as he adjusted his arm. Namjoon gently pulled his hand away, careful not to wake him. He rolled out of bed, limbs heavy with sleep, and padded quietly to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Jin walked in to the smell of coffee and the clatter of Namjoon dropping a spoon on the floor. Hair tousled, wrapped in a soft hoodie with one sleeve half-pulled over his hand and pouting slightly.

He came to the conclusion, once again, that this was the kind of beauty that poets would love to write about. Effortless.

– You’re up early. – Jin said, voice still sleep-rough, eyes half-lidded.

– You’re one to talk, hyung. – Namjoon shot him a sheepish look, crouched by the fridge where a carton of milk had very nearly taken a dive. – I was trying not to wake you, but, uh... gravity disagreed.

Jin chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

– Gravity’s never been your biggest fan.

– Tell me about it. I think your toaster just judged me.

Jin finally stepped in, taking over with practiced ease, pulling down two mugs and pouring the coffee with far more grace than Namjoon ever managed.

They stood in quiet companionship for a beat. The heaviness from the night before hadn’t vanished, but it had settled. Softer now. Like something shared instead of carried alone.

Jin reached for a toast, bumping his shoulder against Namjoon’s briefly.

Thanks for staying, he meant.

Namjoon just gave a small nod, smiling slightly, crooked and warm.

Anytime, hyung. He returned the bump.

✂-------------------------------

Jin’s car was quiet, except for the faint hum of the engine and the city passing by outside. He had the window cracked just enough to let in a breeze, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping anxiously against his thigh. Namjoon sat beside him, watching the buildings blur past.

Neither of them had brought up the message again. Not yet.

Namjoon finally broke the silence.

— I still can’t get over the message. Last night... that timing wasn’t a coincidence.

Jin exhaled through his nose, slow and quiet.

— No. It wasn’t.

Namjoon hesitated.

— You think he was watching the place?

— I think... he wants me to know he could be. — Jin’s jaw tightened. — That’s the part that gets under my skin.

Another silence passed. Then Namjoon asked, gentler:

— You’ve been saving the messages, right?

Jin nodded once.

— The messages. DMs. Emails. Times he’s shown up. Just in case. I have a folder. — He hesitated, then added — I didn’t want to believe I’d need it, but... now I’m glad I started.

Namjoon looked over, the corner of his mouth pressed into a tight line.

— Good.

Jin didn’t answer right away. The light turned red, and they slowed to a stop.

— I’m not telling the others. Just you and Yoongi. And even that feels... like too much. Like saying it out loud makes it real.

Namjoon nodded slowly.

— You can tell them in your own time. Although I’m sure they’re already noticing that you’re... uncomfortable, to say the least. You set the pace, hyung. — He paused, then added — In the meantime, we can plan how to act.

Jin finally glanced at him, the smallest flicker of a smile there and gone again.

— You’re considering Yoongi’s idea, aren’t you?

— I mean... after yesterday, it might not be the worst plan. — Namjoon shrugged. — You and I already spend a lot of time together. People wouldn’t be surprised if we were close. And if Jiwon really is pushing boundaries, then putting one up that looks romantic might throw him off.

Jin sighed.

— The fact that I might have to pretend to date you just to get some peace? That’s so absurd I don’t even know how to react to it. And it’s not your responsibility to fix his behavior.

Namjoon’s tone stayed even.

— It’s not fair to you either. But if we go through with this... it’s not just about playing pretend. It’s about giving you room to breathe.

Jin looked straight ahead again, fingers tightening slightly on the wheel.

— I haven’t said yes.

— I know. — Namjoon nodded. — I’m not pushing you. Just... putting it out there. If it ever feels like the right move, I’ll be there. No questions asked.

Jin’s voice was quieter now.

— Thanks. Really.

They pulled into the HYBE garage, the quiet stretching between them again. Jin killed the engine and sat back for a second.

— Let’s just get through today first.

— One thing at a time. — Namjoon echoed, matching his tone.

✂-------------------------------

Later that day, Jin is heading out after a schedule when he runs into Jiwon by chance (is it, though?). There’s no room to walk away without it being obvious, so Jin offers a polite nod.

— Seokjin-ssi!

Smooth. Friendly. Practiced.

He didn’t look like a threat. He never did. That was part of the problem.

Jiwon stood a few steps away, casually leaning against a column like he belonged there — as if this was just a lucky coincidence.

Jin stopped walking. He didn’t flinch, but his spine straightened. He turned, expression neutral.

— We keep crossing paths lately. Small world. — Jiwon smiled, stepping a little closer.

Jin didn’t smile back.

— What are you doing here?

— Just had a meeting. I figured I’d say hi. You didn’t reply last night — I was starting to think you were ignoring me. — The last line was said lightly, but there was weight behind it.

Jin kept his tone level.

— I was busy.

Jiwon nodded slowly, as if that explained everything and nothing at once.

— Sure. Busy night, huh? Must’ve been a full house.

Jin didn’t take the bait. He simply looked at him, silent, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, irritation taking over.

Jiwon tilted his head, voice lowering a notch.

— You used to be warmer, you know? More... receptive. I didn’t think you were the type to play cold unless there was something — or someone — giving you a reason.

There it was. Acid, just under the surface. Jin's jaw tightened. At that moment he couldn't say whether it was due to his irritation and complete exhaustion with the situation or if the conversation the day before gave him a boost of confidence.

— That was before. Things have changed. I’m asking you, once again, to respect my decision. We are not together.

Jiwon’s expression stayed calm, but there was something too still in his posture now.

— Of course. I just thought we understood each other. Clearly I was wrong. — Then, too casually: — Though you and Namjoon seem to be getting pretty close lately.

Jin stiffened, but Namjoon’s timing was perfect. He appeared beside him with quiet confidence, phone in one hand, keys in the other, as if he’d been expecting this.

— Sorry I kept you waiting, hyung. Ready to head out? — Namjoon said easily, placing a light hand on Jin’s lower back.

The gesture was subtle, but unmistakable.

Jiwon looked at the hand. Then at Namjoon. Then back to Jin.

— Ah. Got it. — He said, smiling again. But the sharpness was harder to miss now. — So that's the thing.

Jin didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

But Jiwon wasn’t done.

— You told me you weren’t looking to date anyone. Guess that changed. — He stepped back, still smiling. — Or maybe it just wasn’t about anyone. Maybe it was about me.

Namjoon’s smile thinned.

— Sounds like a lot of conclusions for someone who was just saying hi.

Jiwon chuckled softly.

— Don’t worry. I won’t make things weird. Especially because I’ve got tickets to every stop of your tour.

Jin’s pulse spiked, but he didn’t let it show.

Namjoon just nodded once, coldly polite.

— Supporting from the crowd is generous of you. – Namjoon says, jaw flexing. – Be sure to bring your lightstick. You know, like the other fans.

The silence that follows is charged.

— Well. Let’s get going. – Namjoon finally says turning slightly toward Jin, clearly closing the door on the conversation.

Jin seems to short-circuit, blinking hard and flush creeping up his neck. But he moves when Namjoon moves. Not pulling away from the hand resting at his back.

Only once they’re around the corner does Jin glance at him.

— He's really a piece of shit, huh?

Namjoon nods once, tightly.

Jin exhales.

— Yoongi’s idea is looking better by the second.

✂-------------------------------

Yoongi didn’t look up when the door opened. He was working, headphones on, shoulders gently moving with the beat in his ears. But when he heard two pairs of footsteps, not one, he paused. Turned slowly.

Namjoon and Jin stood just inside the doorway, close together, but neither speaking yet.

Yoongi pulled off one headphone, eyes narrowing slightly.

— What happened?

They didn’t answer right away. Instead, Jin stepped forward and sat down on the couch with a kind of careful exhaustion — like everything he was carrying had finally tipped too far to balance alone. Namjoon sat beside him, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind Jin.

Yoongi turned fully in his chair. He didn’t say anything else. Just waited. He pulled off the other headphone, swiveling slightly as he registered their silence.

When Jin finally spoke, his voice was calm. Too calm.

— We ran into Jiwon again today. After my schedule. He just… appeared. Again.

Yoongi’s brows furrowed.

— And?

Jin exhaled. Long and slow.

— He asked why I didn’t reply to his message from last night. Said I didn’t seem as warm toward him anymore. — His voice sharpened slightly. — Then he reminded me — deliberately — that he has tickets to every stop on our tour. And questioned my proximity with Namjoon.

Yoongi blinked once. Slowly. Then again, more tightly.

— What the fuck?

Namjoon stood there quietly, just anchoring Jin.

Jin continued, voice flat now:

— This wasn’t the first time. He’s been messaging me. Emailing. Leaving things. I’ve been keeping it to myself because I thought… maybe it would stop. Maybe I was imagining it. But last night, he knew we were all together. I never posted. I never told him. And neither did you guys.

Yoongi sat very still. When he spoke again, his voice had none of its usual dryness.

— How long has this been happening.

— Since LA. Since the second time I met him. — Jin ran a hand down his face. — It started slow. Casual. Friendly. But it’s been getting worse.

Yoongi leaned forward, elbows on his knees, studying Jin’s face like he was trying to read a second language hidden beneath it.

— Why didn’t you say anything?

Jin looked up at him then, tired and quiet and honest.

— Because I didn’t want you to worry. Because I didn’t want to admit how much it’s been affecting me. — He hesitated. — I just... hate this. Dragging you both into it. It feels ridiculous. But it’s not just annoying anymore. It’s invasive.

— What’s ridiculous is letting this escalate while you suffer in silence. — Yoongi’s voice was low but unwavering. — I don’t care if we need to act, lie, or leak a photo to Dispatch. Whatever shuts this guy down, I’m in.

Silence.

Then, more softly:

— Are you okay, hyung?

It was simple. No sarcasm. No sharpness.

Jin nodded slowly.

— I am now.

Yoongi’s gaze flicked to Namjoon, who finally spoke, low and steady:

— That’s why we’re going through with it. The fake dating. Your idea. We think it might be the best way to deal with him. For now.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, letting the weight of it settle in.

— You’re really going to do it?

— Yes. — Jin didn’t flinch. — If I can’t stop him from watching, I can at least choose what he sees. If he thinks I’m already with someone, maybe it’ll finally get through his skull that I’m not interested.

Yoongi nodded, slow and thoughtful.

— Then we do it carefully. Subtle. Private. Just enough to be noticed, not enough to blow it wide open. Let him draw his own conclusions.

Jin nodded, too.

— Just the three of us for now. No one else.

Yoongi didn’t argue. But his jaw was tight. He let out a quiet breath.

— We should keep records. And if this keeps escalating, we’ll be ready to take it further. Police. Legal. Whatever it takes.

Jin reached into his bag and pulled out a flash drive.

— I’ve been saving everything. I didn’t want to need it. But it seems like I do. — He looked uncertain, but in the end, stretched out the flash drive toward Yoongi. — I’ll leave a copy with you, just in case.

Yoongi took it with a firm nod.

— Good. That's smart, hyung. If this gets worse, we’ll be ready.

I hope we don’t have to use it.

Then, after a beat, he added:

— Just... don’t pretend you’re okay if you’re not. I know we joke around a lot... but I mean it. If he crosses the line again, I’m not waiting for him to trip over it. Got it?

Jin looked down at his hands, shoulders hunched.

— And if it doesn’t work? — he asked, almost too quiet.

Yoongi glanced between them. Namjoon and Jin, despite there being plenty of space, sat close — like magnets with opposite poles. Namjoon’s hand was now resting lightly on Jin’s knee, thumb tracing an absent-minded circle. Jin didn’t seem to notice.

Yoongi noticed.

A small, gummy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth — rare and real.

— Well... the fake dating part won’t be hard. You two already look like a rom-com in slow motion.

Something shifted in Jin’s expression. Not relief, exactly. But something close. He nodded once, tightly.

— Don’t push it.

Namjoon just shook his head.

— Then we hit harder. If he pushes further, we push back. With everything. The messages, the timeline, the full dossier. Hell, I’ll deliver it myself to legal with a bow on top.

Jin exhaled slowly, then looked at the two of them. His lips twitched, just barely. — Guess we’re really out here performing Fake Love, huh?

✂-------------------------------

The hallway outside Yoongi’s studio was quiet, the door clicking shut behind them with finality. Jin let out a breath as they walked, rubbing the back of his neck like the weight of the entire fake-dating plan had finally settled there.

Namjoon pressed the elevator button, glancing sideways.

— You look like someone just asked you to choreograph the entire tour.

Jin gave him a tired look.

— Honestly? That sounds easier.

His voice carried the sarcasm, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

They stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut, sealing them in with the low hum of movement. It was the kind of silence that didn’t need filling—but Namjoon filled it anyway.

— Yoongi was right, though. We won’t have to act much.

Jin let out a short laugh, softer than before. His head tipped back against the wall.

— He was way too smug about that. — A beat. — Maybe I should tell the others everything, just so Jimin can ground him for enjoying it too much.

Namjoon chuckled under his breath.

— I’d pay to see that.

Then, quieter:

— Are you sure about this, though? About pretending?

Jin turned to look at him, tired but steady.

— No. I’m not sure about anything right now. But I’d rather fake-date you than explain this mess to the press. Or worse, this could get even more out of control.

Namjoon nodded slowly, something serious flickering in his gaze.

— That’s fair.

Jin looked at him for a moment longer.

— What about you? — he asked, quieter now. — Are you okay with this? I know I asked, but… I haven’t really checked how you’re feeling about it.

Namjoon blinked, surprised by the question.

— I’m okay. I hate why we’re doing it… but if it helps you breathe a little easier, I don’t mind. I’d do far worse than this if it meant keeping you safe.

Something in Jin’s chest twisted. He tried to deflect with a groan.

— Ugh. Now you’ve gone and made it sound noble. That’s so much worse.

Namjoon gave a faint laugh, mock-offended.

— Wow. What a romantic pitch.

Jin cracked a real smile then.

— What can I say? I’ve always dreamed of a love story that starts with mild surveillance, escalating panic, and ends in PR damage control.

Namjoon smiled at him, warm and a little sad.

— At least it’s got range. We’re very couple-core.

— Should I start calling you ‘Jagiya’ in interviews? — Jin raised an eyebrow.

— Only if I get to pick our ship name. — Namjoon smirked.

— We already have one. — Jin deadpanned.

— Wait, seriously?

— Namjoon-ah...

Namjoon blinked.

— You mean... Namjin?

Jin crossed his arms like a disappointed professor.

— What do they even teach at leader school?

They looked at each other for a moment—tired, amused, unsure. Then they laughed. It didn’t fix anything, but it softened the sharp edges for a second.

As the quiet settled back in, Namjoon reached out, his hand brushing over Jin’s wrist. Steady. Present.

— I know this is freakish, — Jin said, voice lower now as he looked down at their hands. — But thanks. For doing this with me.

Namjoon didn’t answer. He just gave a slow, reassuring squeeze.

The elevator dinged.

Jin stepped out first, throwing a small smile over his shoulder. It wasn’t mischief exactly — more like bravery in disguise.

— Come on, Joon. Let’s go lie to the world.