The next few weeks were great. Work was going well, you sold another house which gave you a nice commission check to put in your savings. Three nights a week you were at the dorm for your "cooking lessons" with Jin, Yoongi came to your place at least one evening a week to spend some time together, not to mention Kookie and a few others were there sporadically too. It was great that you still got to see and spend time with the guys, but you also had your own space. Fall was finally rolling in and you couldn't wait. 

You were at the grocery store after work, needing to pick up a few things so you could try one of the dinners Jin taught you, to make a meal for Yoongi.  You were carefully selecting some produce when a voice caught your attention. It was in the next aisle over, but you could swear it sounded so familiar. You were ready to shrug it off when you heard another, girlish voice respond to them. Now that voice you were positive you knew. Kenna. You grabbed some kimchi at random, double-checked you had everything you needed, and hurried to the front so you could leave. 

No sooner had you turned the corner than you almost literally ran into them. Kenna and JiKyung. You hadn't seen him since the courtroom 3 years ago, and her not long after. You felt all the color drain from your face when they looked at you, contempt and shock on both their faces. Darting around them you sped to the counter, checking out and walking quickly to your car, locking it once you got in. You didn't remember the drive home, your mind was racing with all the thoughts running through it. It took three swipes of the car pass to even get yourself into the parking garage and you almost forgot to get the groceries out of the car before racing to the elevator to get to the safety of your condo. 

You threw the groceries on the counter, ripping your phone out of your purse and immediately dialing Kookie, foot-tapping anxiously when he didn't answer. Scrolling through you found Jimins number next, calling him and yet again no answer. Tears were rolling down your face by the time you made it to Jin's number, hearing it ring 4 times, almost giving up when you finally heard his cheerful voice.

"Nascha! I was just thinking about you. Did you get everything you needed for your dinner?"

"Jin Oppa, w-where's K-Kookie?" Your voice breaking, trying to hold it together a little longer.

"Nascha, what's wrong? Are you ok? He's with Hobi and Jimin at the dance studio. Why are you crying, sweetie?"

"He's back. JiKyung is b-back and for s-some reason, he's h-here in Seoul and I s-seen him at the store and I n-need my Kookie. Please Oppa." Sliding down you curled up on the kitchen floor feeling your breathing start to come faster and you knew it was just a matter of time.

"Ok sweetie I need you to calm down ok. Deep breath, hold it. That's it just hold it for me, now let it go. Now do it again, deep breath in, now let it go. Let me tell Yoongi to leave now and get over there, and I'll have Tae run to the studio to get Kookie over there too. Are your doors locked?"

"Y-yes." You hear muffled noises in the background of the call, you knew Jin was talking to someone but nothing was clear to you.

"Ok good. Keep breathing hun. Tae and Yoongi just left, I have Joon trying to reach Hobi on his cell ok. How was work?"

"W-was ok. S-sold a h-house today."

"That's great! Guess the next time we go out dinner is on you right?"

"S-sure Oppa." You let out a little squeak, still breathing faster than you should. You knew what Jin was trying to do, but it wasn't working. You needed your Bunbun.  It felt like an eternity passed before you felt arms wrapping around you, making you let out a scream and throw the phone. 

"Shhh, kitten it's just me." Feeling Yoongi reach for the phone and letting Jin know he was here, you panicked a bit. He didn't know about your past. You heard him hang up with Jin, his arms wrapping back around you, squeezing you to him to comfort you. "You need to calm down kitten, your breathing is starting to scare me."

"W-wheres bun? I-I need B-bun."

"He's on his way kitten. Joon got through to Hobi. Breathe for me, sweets. I need you to calm down ok." Yoongi started rocking you back and forth, picking you up and turning you around so you could bury your face in his chest, his hands rubbing up and down your back hoping to calm you down. You could just imagine the thoughts running through his head. Was this going to be too much for him? Was he going to decide you were too much work and leave? He was an Idol, he already had enough on his plate, he didn't need your drama and baggage on top of it. 

"Noona? Noona! Omg." Kookie came racing through the door, Jimin and Hobi at his heels. He pulled you from Yoongi's arms, standing up and making his way to your room. He laid you down and pulled you against him in a tight hug, letting you cry it out. "What happened?"

"K-kenna and JiKy-Jikyung at the s-store."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE TWO doing in Seoul. I swear to god. And why didn't you get notified about anything? Shhh, I'm sorry sweetie I didn't mean to yell. Sorry, hyungs. Can you give us a little bit?" 

You hadn't even realized they were standing in the doorway, you were clinging to Kook so hard, fists grabbing on to his shirt, sobbing against his chest. But you heard them walk away. 

"I'm here noona. Go ahead and cry, I got you. I'm going to call eomma and see if she's heard anything ok?"

All you heard was his half of the conversation, but judging by the anger tinging his voice, eomma didn't know either and she was just as upset. She wanted to come down but Kook said he and the boys had it. They weren't going to leave you alone until they knew you were ok, and they knew what was going on. You laid like that for about an hour, so many thoughts running through your brain that it was exhausting until you finally fell asleep.

You must have been screaming because you came to with gentle hands shaking you and a voice calling your name. You looked up, tears welling in your eyes, to see Yoongi laying next to you. He must have traded off with Kook when you passed out. 

"Shh, it's ok kitten." Soft, slender fingers gently moving your hair out of your face until he got a good look at you. His pouty lips placing delicate kisses on your forehead. "You ok?"

"Yeah sorry."

"Nooo. You have no reason to say you're sorry. Nightmares suck."

"Yeah. I guess I should probably tell you what's going on."

"No kitten. Kook already did. Well, the last part at least. And the part that those two are in Seoul. He and your eomma are blowing up your lawyers' phone back in Busan to find out why none of you were notified. Heh, I almost hate to be the one to answer their calls, they are NOT happy right now."

You wriggle your way closer, picking up one of his arms and draping it over you, placing your face against his chest. Feeling him chuckle at your actions, you just nod when he asks if that's better. You rest like that for a few minutes before groaning and pulling away. "Ugh, I should probably get in there and let them know I'm ok. Did anyone think to put my groceries away?"

"Jin came not long after Kook, he went ahead and made dinner since he knew what you had planned. Everyone's here though. So if you aren't ready to go out there don't force yourself."

"I need to. Or I never will." Pushing yourself off the bed you grab your Shooky stuffy in one hand, entwining Yoongis hand with the other, and slowly make your way out into the noise of the living room. You keep your head down, shuffling over to your favorite big round chair before sitting down. Yoongi sitting next to you, throwing a blanket over your legs and tugging you close to his side. Finally, you look up to see everyone looking back at you, some with chopsticks full of food halfway to their mouths, others with plates of food on their laps. "I'm ok guys. But I guess you want to know what's going on. Yoongi said Kook filled you in on the past. I ran into them at the grocery today. I had thought I heard familiar voices, but it wasn't until I turned the corner and literally ran into them that I recognized his. So for whatever reason, they are here in Seoul, and I trust eomma and you to find out why I didn't get notified Kook. But that's not all. I think they got married, they were wearing matching rings, and Kenna was pregnant. How could she? She knew what he did, she knew! She was one of the first people I went to. To not only say what she did to me, but to marry him and have a family with him after what he did. Who the fuck does that?"

They all started talking at once, some in anger, some in disbelief. Yoongi sat next to you quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your hand to calm you down. "Yoongles, I get it if you want to back off. You didn't sign up for any of this." Pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek you grab Shooky and stand up, heading back to your room. Not making it more than a few steps when you feel a hand grab your wrist, spinning you back around. Chocolate eyes boring into yours before he swooped in, kissing you for the first time. His arms sliding around your waist, pulling you into him. The gentle pressure of his lips against yours providing the comfort you weren't aware you needed. Your hands gliding their way over his arms up to his shoulders, holding on tightly, wanting to never leave where you were at right now. A loud cough, followed by a squealed "omg that's so cute" pulled you out of your zone. Pulling back you blinked your eyes open, staring up at him. 

"That's what I have to say about this being over. I don't care about your past, other than being upset that it's coming back to hurt you. I care about you. You're not the only person who comes with baggage kitten. Let me help you with it." His thumb ghosting over your cheek, wiping away tears you didn't even know were falling. "What do you say kitten? Be mine?"