PREVIOUSLY:
"My baby." The smile could be heard in his voice as he spoke, making me share a small smile with him as well. Min Yoongi was the only man who could bring me up like this, give me butterflies in my stomach and make my heartbeat race as fast as Phar Lap in the Australian Derby Championship Races. "Yours. All yours." My shorter fiancé collected me in his arms with a little difficulty and brought me back out to the warmth of the lounge which, surprisingly, had been completely turned upside down to make a fort where four could fit.
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"We're sorry Mitzuki, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch your scar, can you forgive me?" Pleaded the tall blonde with broad shoulders, Seokjin. Pausing, I considered his words for a moment, judging him to be genuine I aimed a small smile his way while I leaned closer into Yoongi who wrapped his arms around me tighter.
"Of course I forgive you. Suga said it was an accident so I trust him because he's known you both longer than I have." Seokjin started forwards, arms outstretched, then hesitated.
"Can I hug you?" He cautiously asked me, to which I nodded before being embraced in a large warm hug.
"Group hug!" Cheered Namjun before he and Yoongi both made a complete circle around me, making me feel warm and safe and protected.
After a while we'd separated and made ourselves comfortable in the fort. Seokjin told me he remembered a story Namjun had told him about his crazy friend who coloured his hair all the time and loved to build forts because they were the best protection from assholes. Once he'd put together that I was his husband's formerly extroverted friend he had suggested making the lounge into a fort so I would feel better and that since the three of them were here as well that I would be well protected.
We talked long into the night and they all cheered me up, me interjecting with a few crazy stories about things Namjun and I had gotten up to when we were in school, like there was this one time at band camp.... ;-)
Then Seokjin said something which had me shivering in my heated socks.
"Tomorrow, you and Suga are going to die."
I shivered with the words as they left me trembling again. Yoongi pulled me against him firmly, my back to his front, and the Nie's each grabbed one of my hands comforting me.
"I don't mean literally of course. Do you remember that we spoke about what Namjun and I do for a living?" Responding to my nod he continued, "We'll make you up to look as if we killed you and that we killed Min Suga when he tried to stop us. We'll send the photos to your ex and collect the reward money, which you and Suga will get a one-quarter share each. After that we will give you the documents with whole new identities and histories and pasts. You only need to get used to your new names, okay? You don't have to do anything else but let the Nie's do our stuff."