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When the door dings, he doesn’t bother to put you down properly. Instead, he swings your other leg up around his waist a carries you the short distance to the door. You’re genuinely surprised he manages to find the right door with his eyes close still sucking on your collarbone. He balances you against the door frame so he can find the door card, not willing to let your arms for even a second.

“I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you,” he says a little too loudly considering you’re still in the hallway. You blush and wriggle in his arms. The door is wide open, but he makes no move to continue the fun inside. Instead, he pulls back and just looks at you until your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“What? Don’t you want to, anymore?” You can feel his erection pressing against where you sit on his hips, you’re pretty sure it’s not that, but the doubt still settles in your stomach.

“Of course I do, I just can’t believe you’re going to let me touch you…” His eyes are wide and innocent. He looks like he is holding the world in his hands. It's as amazing a feeling as it is a huge weight on you to live up to his fantasy. You swallow under the scrutiny.

“I might not be as… experienced as other partners you’ve had Joon.” You glance around nervously. This isn’t really a conversation that should be had in a hallway. And his arms must’ve been getting sore by now.

“I don’t care about who you have or haven’t been with Y/N… I just care that you're mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Joonie.” Those words seemed to spur him on. He finally carries you into the room, slamming the door with his foot. You're thrown onto the bed and his shirt is discarded. You sit in awe at the way his muscles flex just from tossing the shirt. You don’t get the chance to worship them the way you want to. He is on his knees in front of the bed grabbing onto your legs.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed and removes the safety shorts and panties from under your dress. Instinctually you push your thighs together to hide from him. The anxiety that filled you outside still sits in the base of your stomach. He grips onto the skirt of your dress and pushes it up, only to be met with the obstacle of your crossed arms lay over your stomach.

He pushes himself up to hover over you, nibbling on your ear before whispering.

“If you don’t want me to rip this pretty dress I’m going to need you to move your hands' princess.” It’s so different to the soft way he usually treats you. You shiver and sit up for him to remove the garment. “Good girl.” He grins.

You lie back on the mattress, and he puts himself back between your legs. He leans over so his crotch is pressed into the bed, desperate for some kind of contact as he makes you feel good. You think about bringing up the fact he had pants on, but you were completely bared to him, then you think better of it as he bites at your thighs. Each arm is wrapped around a leg, keeping you from closing them. A good move on his part as the temptation to close them overwhelmed you the closer he got to actually tasting you. But you weren’t going to stop him, not when he seemed to want this from you so badly.

He moaned louder than you did upon first taste. His hips grind into the bed as his tongue explores your folds. He feels heavenly. You reach down and wrap your fingers in his hair. He groans even louder at your touch like your fingers on his scalp bring the same pleasure his mouth is bringing you. He waits for you to relax a little before releasing one of your legs so he can add his fingers to the pleasure.

He rubs around your clit with two fingers as his tongue explores your insides. The wetter you get the more he moans. There’s no way the members in the next rooms can’t hear him. Ordinarily, the thought would put you off. But knowing that one of the most famous men in the world is making these noises just for you? There is no ego kick like it. He mumbles something into you but it’s hard to make out muffled between your thighs. You tug on his hair, so he pulls back a little.

“Tell me again… Tell me you’re mine.” He whines before diving back in full force.

“Yours Joonie. All yours, baby.” He starts with renewed vigour switching his fingers and mouth. He sucks bruisingly hard at your clit as two fingers circle your hole. It isn’t long until those fingers are scissoring inside of you, stretching you out ready for him. You may not have seen him yet, but what you felt was foreboding. He began thrusting harder into the bed as your orgasm built. The louder you got, the faster his hips, lips, and fingers moved. You took a deep breath as you fell over the edge, but he didn’t slow for long.

“Shit” He exclaimed and then doubled down on fucking you on his fingers. You tug at his hair when the feeling gets too much but he doesn’t stop. You do notice through your pain that his hips are no longer touching the bed.

“Joon? Joonie stop…. I need you to stop for a minute.” Whether he doesn’t hear you or doesn’t care you don’t know, but it’s all too much. The second orgasm comes a lot faster than you want it to as he forces pleasure through your body.

“So good baby, want to make you feel so good, not worthy of…” You don’t catch the end as the blood floods your eardrums. His lips may have let up but at third finger stretches you out further. The pain is quickly overtaking any feeling of pleasure as he forges on trying to make you cum for the third time. You’re winded from the second orgasm, to busy focusing on breathing to scream.

You manage to tug on his hair hard enough to make him pause. You can feel some of the strands coming away into your hands. You scream in relief as his hand pulls away. He looks at you confused for a second, and then there are tears in his eyes when he sees you already crying.

He scrambles up from the floor and gathers you into his arms. He cradles you against him and rocks back and forth as he tries to make you feel better while holding in tears himself. You feel sore but you are able to breathe again. You try to pull away enough to look into his eyes and he lets you go. He looks so ashamed. Before you can even open your mouth he is apologising.

“I’m so so so sorry Jagiya. You tasted too good, I just wanted to make you happy, I was too embarrassed to stop” He sniffles. It’s then you notice the wet patch on his shorts.

“Joonie? Did you cum in your pants?” He nods and refuses to meet your eyes. Your gaze softens, it doesn’t excuse his behaviour but there is an explanation.

“I’m so sorry, I just felt like you’d be disappointed, and I was so embarrassed, I didn’t even take my pants off for fucks sake. What person over the age of 12 fucking does that.” You hug into him again, suddenly compelled to comfort him instead of worrying about yourself.

“It’s okay Joonie, it’s really okay. But next time know I don’t like that, at least not without a conversation first.” He draws back and finally meets your eyes.

“You’re amazing.” He kisses you deeply, you can still taste yourself on his lips. “I can’t believe you’re mine, I’m going to spoil you so much, I will never make you feel like that again.” He litters your face with kisses making you giggle finally starting to feel lighter again.

“Sadly I’m probably going to be too sore for us to have sex for a few days now though…” you frown, you had really been looking forward to having all of him, more than you realised.

“That’s okay, I’d wait forever for you.” He kisses your nose and then lays you back on the bed, folding the covers over your body. “I’m going to go and run us a bath, princess.” He can’t resist one more kiss before he walks away.

It starts out great. The boat trucks along a track hidden by the dark water as you go on an adventure through caves filled with pirates and projection effects. Water splashes around you but none anywhere actually near you. The ride is so close to being over by the time it happens you are completely surprised and engrossed in the attraction. It spins you suddenly and you're going backwards, a squeak escapes your lips as you cling to Namjoon unprepared for the gain in speed. He chuckles as your eyes widen in fear the boat steadily rising up a hill. It pauses briefly at the top before crashing back down level with the exit to the ride.

It takes a moment for you to regain your breath unwilling to detangle from Namjoon's bicep despite the fact that you also kind of want to hit him. The boat pulls to a stop in front of the gates and the bar releases you from the god forsaken vehicle. Joon pulls the two of you up and back on to dry land, revelling in the feeling of you so close. He apologises for the shock, claiming ignorance to the harsh end… the smirk on his face suggesting otherwise. You pout, jutting your lower lip out as far as it’ll go and bat your eyelashes at him.

“AW come on, you’re telling me you didn’t like thrill just a little bit?” he says, bringing his hand up to pull at your lip, before leaning into kiss the scowl away. You harrumph back at him, and he knows he’s got you. It was fun, you were just caught off guard. “Let’s go to the gift shop, you can pick out any ears you like to make up for it.” He kisses you again, then takes your hand in his and leads you back towards the big shop on main street.

If anything the shop is more overwhelming than the park itself. The cacophony of colours alone sends you spinning, so many things to look at, but Joon said ears so that’s where you head. The entire back wall of the shops first section (It’s split into six) is covered in mickey ears, at least 40 different patterns and designs… this could take a while. You peruse each pair carefully, wanting the perfect set to commemorate your visit.

Namjoon leans back against a display watching you closely as you run your hands across sequins and satin. He drinks you in, eyes following your curves. Anyone paying attention would see the predatory glare and be more than a little concern. But you aren’t paying attention, and neither is he. He fails to notice his choice of perch is mounted on wheels. Both he and the display go flying to the ground when he tilts just a little bit too far.

You whip around as the crash silences the store. Namjoon’s laying in a heap, tangled in lanyards and necklaces. You can’t help but giggle after seeing he is unhurt. He just looks so annoyed. You extend your hand to help him up only to have it batted away as he pushes himself off the floor.

“You didn’t have to laugh.” He snaps dusting himself off. You feel the heat in your cheeks at being called out. You hadn’t meant to laugh, you actually thought he might laugh it off with you… You busy yourself tidying the mess he made. He lugs the stand back up and you hang the merchandise back where it belongs. You refuse to look at him still, twisting the little trinkets and feigning interest in each one and trying to stop the tears gathering on your waterline from spilling. It’s so pathetic that such a small thing upset you, but you can’t stand the thought of making someone sad. You’d never dealt well with being told off, raised voices made you uneasy. Namjoon lets out a long sigh and snakes his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to… I was worried I might’ve drawn too much attention to us, I don’t want to upset you.” He turns his hat out of the way and presses his forehead to yours. “Forgive me?” he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose as you sniffle. You tilt your face upwards when he goes to kiss your nose again, meeting his lips with your own, taking comfort from the affection he so willingly gave. “Good, now pick your ears, and maybe some other goodies… I’m just going to run to the bathroom. Don’t go too far.” With one last kiss to your cheek, he disappeared through the shop. You wiped the unshed tears away and went back to the task at hand.

You turned back to the wall and picked the first set that really caught your eyes. Black ears with fine gold glitter and a pretty cherry blossoms clipped on. Following his instructions not to disappear, you wandered around a row of Disney pins, playing with the ones that moved and shaking the secret packets to try and work out the contents.

Namjoon’s POV

Namjoon curses under his breath as he walks away form you. He didn’t want to leave you there alone, but he needed a moment to calm himself down. He couldn’t believe what a fool he had made of himself. This was the last thing he needed. He had just managed to make everything so perfect again and now this… No he had to fix it, something so perfect that you forget ever mistake he had made from the vertigo to the fall. You will only think of how amazing he was. How could you be with someone that wasn’t as perfect as you were? No, he loved you too much for you to think any less of him. He was just out of view of you when he spotted the perfect fix for his blunders.

Y/N POV.

Namjoon had been gone a while. Still you didn’t dare move from the section you were in. You had picked a couple of the inexpensive surprise pin boxes thinking any duplicates you could share so you could have something that matched. There were so many cute plushies and mugs and clothes, but you held back, after all it’s not like you had any money coming in until Namjoon let you actually start working. By the time he reappears back you’ve just picked him a set of ears too, excited to match even more. His were pirate themed, blue ears with a brown pirate hat in the middle.

He makes you jump by snaking his arms around your waist, nearly making you drop the things you had bundled in your arms

“Miss me?” He whispers in your ear nuzzling into your neck. You hum in acknowledgement, happy that he seems happier. You wriggle in his grasp until he releases you, slowly dragging his large palms around your tummy and squeezing your hips before letting you go completely. “What’ve you got there?” he nods at your arms, and you show him each of your treasures.

“Well I liked these ears, and then I thought we could get matching pins, and then I thought it would be cute if you got ears too.” You beam showing him the pair you’d picked out for him. He eyes them carefully, like he is assessing them, and it makes you nervous… does he not like them? “You can pick others if you want… I just thought because pirates and the ride and…” He cuts you off by putting them on his head, tilting to get your approval. You slip yours on too and take out your phone to check how they looked… adorable obviously. He then takes another look at your small pile of treasure and his brow creases.

“Is this all you want baby?” he asks taking the pins to hold them for you.

“Well I don’t want to spend too much while I’m not working, and these are really cool.” You shrug.

“What do you mean spend too much, I could buy this entire store twice over, and I would if you asked me too. Go pick out anything you want.” He insists pushing you towards the next section of the shop. You try to slow him down and reason with him.

“I can’t expect you to pay for the whole date and all this Joon. You’ve already given me so much and…”

“And I’d happily give you the world and more if you’ll let me.” He cuts you off, Finalising the brief argument with a glare telling you its pointless to continue. You sigh and relent but still refuse to add too much more to the bill. He makes you pick out the biggest stich teddy available, as well as some of the moving pins you’d been so interested in. You’d stopped him from adding mugs to the growing pile, it was getting ridiculous, and you were going to have to carry your things through the park. He smirked when you mentioned taking things with you and then continued to add everything he’d seen you so much as glance at. Eventually you persuaded him to stop by reminding him the fireworks would start soon.

You go through the checkout, watching the total climb, suddenly glad you don’t know the conversion rates for RMB. It’s then you realise why Namjoon wasn’t concerned about the mountain of things he created. Disney offers express shipping back to your hotel. You are more than relieved to know that you won’t be burdened with carrying all of the new items you had unwillingly acquired, not that you weren’t beyond grateful. The two of you kept the ears with you but the rest was shipped away.

As you head out of the store you turn left, determined to find the best spot left to watch the fireworks show due to begin in the next 10 minutes, Namjoon grabs your arm and pulls you towards the entrance of the park.

“I pulled some strings… We have the best seat in the house.” Just then a staff member beckons you into a side door.

“Mr Kim everything is set up for you… thanks again for the autograph my sister loves you.” Namjoon bows to the man and the two of you head up the hidden staircase. You are stood on top of the entry gate just below the mickey clock with the perfect view of the castle. A table waits for the two of you, covered in Disney themed treats. Mickey cakes and Duffy ice creams. The entire setting is gorgeous and all you can think is you must be the luckiest girl alive. Perhaps a saint in a past life.

Namjoon pulls your chair out for you, and you settle in just in time for the music to begin. The castle lights up with the faces of beloved characters as fireworks burst overhead. Water splashes at the base and strobes flare to life. It seems so obvious, but you are still a little surprised when classic Disney songs play with Chinese lyrics. So enraptured you fail to notice Namjoon fumbling with his pockets. You take absent minded bites of the Pluto shaped mousse next to you trying not to miss the show but also not wanting the treats to melt. Namjoon takes deep breaths as he waits for the show to end, holding the small box firmly in his hands and completely ignoring the food in front of him.

As the last fireworks exploded you finally turn your full attention back to the awaiting idol, only to find him extending a pandora jewellery box to you.

“I should’ve asked you this a long time ago, but there never seemed to be a moment. Ever since I met you we haven’t had the time to just sit and be with each other. So I’m going to take this opportunity to officially ask… Will you be my girlfriend?” His eyes are filled with hope as he snaps open the box to reveal a brand-new sterling silver bracelet with one charm on it. Sat in the middle of the chain was a pink heart with a Disney castle in the centre. It’s beautiful, and way too nice after the number of other presents you have been bought today.

“Of course I will Namjoon.” You smile as best you can, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. It’s starting to feel like he thinks he has something to prove. “You know I’m not just here for the things you can give me right? I’m here for you.”

“I know.” He answers, removing the trinket from the cushion to fasten around your wrist. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting you to have things though.” You shake the bracelet to settle it on to your wrist. That’s when you notice the N charm that had been hidden at the back. “Just so you know who you belong to.” He winks at you, and you roll your eyes chuckling a little. The Park lets you finish your desert picnic before you leave. Watching all the other guests provided for some entertainment as you ate, eventually though it was time for the best date of your life to come to an end. Namjoon calls for a taxi home, the last subway long since gone.

He helps you into the car when it arrives, making sure you are settled before rushing to the other side. Although settling you seems pointless when he immediately pulls you into him. You settle your head on his shoulder and his hand falls on to your knee cradling you against him. As soon as the driver hits the motorway, that hand begins to wander.

It starts innocently enough idly playing with the hem of the shorts you’d put under your dress. Then it creeps a little higher rubbing against your upper thigh as he kisses your forehead. You send him a sideways glance and push him back down a little. He stays away for a little while tracing mindless patterns on your knee, just when you relax again his fingers trail back up your inseam, this time going for gold. He cups your core before drawing his index finger up the centre seam.

“Namjoon!” you hiss, sitting up properly. “The driver can see you!”

“Yeah… and I bet he wishes he was me.” He bites at you earlobe making your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He gets even braver, hand reaching for your waist band. He has the fore thought to drape your dress a little to protect you from view just a little. Afterall you’re his and only his. He just can’t help himself anymore. His fingers dip down into your warmth, and he can’t help the Cheshire cat grin creeping across his face when he finds you already soaking.

“For someone who protested you don’t seem to be all that turned off.” He whispers against the damp skin he had been kissing making you shiver. Your cheeks flush pink in response. He teases your folds a little more rubbing the same mindless patterns he had been drawing on your legs. You whimper a little when he circles a little too close to your clit. “Tell me you want this, and I will give you everything.” He says a little louder than he should. You bite your lip and glance nervously at the driver. “He can’t understand you Jagiya. But I can… so tell me what you want, what you need.” You mumble what you want him to do but it isn’t enough. He needs to hear your explicit consent, craves the thought of you begging him to touch you in a way he had only been able to dream about for so long.

“Louder baby, I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.” He coaxes pressing down on your clit harshly, and you relent.

“I need you Joonie, your fingers, your tongue, anything, everything, just you now.” You pant a little as he releases the pressure on your most sensitive nerves. He dips his fingers back through your folds, gathering as much of you as he can onto the tips before pulling back.

“Too bad we are already here… You’ll have to wait until we get back upstairs.” The look he gives you is positively evil as try you best not to cry out at the image of him licking his hand clean. The taxi pulls to a stop and Namjoon hands him more than three times the fare. He tries to beat you to opening the door but you are far ahead of him almost inside the hotel itself, too turned on to wait too much longer.

Another moan comes from Namjoon’s phone and he makes a beeline for the nearest cupboard. He was going to just check you were okay and then turn it off. But the sight that meets him when he switches to the bathroom camera is too pretty to turn away from. Your head is tilted back, mouth ajar, as your fingers play with your clit. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you work on getting yourself off. Namjoon watches every move you make, slowly getting more and more turned on until his skinny jeans hurt. The pain brought him back to reality, shaking himself out of the trance. He went to sign out of the app and calm himself down before he was called, but before he gets the chance you moan again. This time his name tumbles from your lips. It’s breathy and low but unmistakable.

He lowers his pants around his ankles without even thinking about it. His hand moves around his cock in time with yours. He watches intently as you dip between your folds, bucking your hips to meet your own hand. The hand that you are imagining is him. He barely blinks, desperate to keep eye contact with your masturbating form. Terrified he will miss your climax. He’d bet money on it being the most amazing thing he will ever see. He found himself getting closer to finishing as your breathing gets heavier, whines coming freely now. He feels so dirty watching his perfect angel. He should be there to worship you, take care of you. He should be the one making you feel like that, for real, not just in your mind. Your nose scrunches and the sounds stop. Your hips stutter as the water ripples around you.

Namjoon follows soon after, cum coating his hand, suddenly very glad he is in a room filled with toilet paper. He watches for a little longer. You wrap yourself in a large fluffy towel and move back into the main room just as his name is called over the PA system. Reluctantly, he signs out of the app and fixes his appearance before making it back to this mark on time for curtain call.

…..

Back in the hotel you are none the wiser. Still a little worked up (Fingers pale in comparison to the real thing) but confident that you can make it through for a while. you go about your regular skincare routine and settle in for the night. It would still be hours until Namjoon was home, but you managed to find an English film to entertain you for some time.

…..

By the time Namjoon got home, you were fast asleep. He chuckles at the way you are curled around his pillow. After the bath you had also put on one of his hoodies, it was oversized on him so on you it looked like a dress. You look so adorable with the little bit of drool trickling down your chin. He decides against waking you, instead heading for the shower to remove the dried sweat from his skin. You haven’t moved when he comes back out, dead to the world. He slowly peels the cushion from your grasp and moves himself into the empty space.

“I had a great night tonight baby.” He whispers in your ear, when you don’t react, he goes a little further. “The concert was normal, but the show I got to see was amazing. I can’t wait to see it again in person.” Again he waits to make sure you are still asleep before continuing “I’m going to take care of you so well, you won’t be able to stop cumming. You won’t ever need to masturbate now you have me.” He doesn’t miss the way your thighs rub together as he speaks, turned on even in your sleep. He pulls you close to him and falls asleep with you there in his arms.

(next)

“I still think it’s safer for you to stay in here, just for one more day angel.” He comes to his conclusion and re-joins you on the bed. He places a hand on either side of your face, squishing your cheeks together and eliminating any chance you had at looking authoritative in your counter argument.

“Namjoon, I didn’t agree to travel the world with you to not be spending time with you… and I definitely didn’t agree to being locked away like some fairy tale princess.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead.

“I know but I can’t risk not being there to protect you. Tomorrow we have a day off. I’m going to take you on the best date ever I promise. You’ll get to see the best parts of Shanghai and then we can start fresh in the next country. We can camouflage you better and I can keep you near me.” You release a heavy sigh but relent. What he is saying is completely reasonable, you’ve just never been one to stay couped up. The idea of spending another afternoon alone in the hotel wasn’t great, but if it gave him peace you were willing to wait one more day for your adventure to truly begin.

It isn’t long after that Namjoon has to head to the venue again. You busy yourself with more movies and phone games, bored out of your mind. By the time he returns, you’ve fallen asleep, TV still playing. 

The next morning you awake to find Namjoon already dressed and ready to go. As casually dressed as possible in basketball shorts and a sage green t-shirt, a cap pulled low over his eyes and plain black a mask hanging off one ear. If you hadn’t known it was him, you wouldn’t have thought to look at him twice. Presumably, that was the look he was going for. Complete anonymity for your date. It doesn’t take him long to notice you are finally awake. He moves to your side of the bed and perches on the end. His hand reaches to push some stray hairs away from your face and he leans in to kiss you. 

“Good morning beautiful, did you sleep well?” you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand on your cheek and nod sleepily. “Good, but it’s time to get up now angel, I thought we would go out for breakfast. There’s a great place called ‘egg’ not far from the middle of the city.” You readjusted yourself into a sitting position, fully intent on getting up and ready but Namjoon doesn’t move. He instead moves a little closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I need to get out of bed if you want to go for breakfast. Plus I wouldn’t get this close to my morning breath.” You inhale as you speak, trying your hardest not to breathe on him. 

“I don’t think anything could keep me away from you anymore.” He captures you in another quick kiss before peeling back and letting you up. You glance at the glass walls of the bathroom to him, then back again. 

“Promise me you won’t look?” You blush as you ask. 

“Of course I won’t look.” He promises, turning his back. As you head towards the bathroom you here him whisper. “Even though I really want to.” You feel the heat in your cheeks get worse as you hurry yourself getting ready. 

You do your best to match your outfit to his, figuring it’s the best way to remain inconspicuous as well as eager to look like a real couple. You don’t have a shirt that matches his colour exactly, but you have a dress that’s similar. You shimmy it on and add some bike shorts underneath. After one more look in the mirror, you decide you’re ready to go.

“Joonie? I’m ready.” He turns back from staring out the window. His dimples deeper than ever as he takes you in. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a mask for you to wear. This one is much more ornate than his own. Pretty pink flowers swirl amongst vines on a cream background. 

“I think I’m going to pass, thanks.” You bump into his shoulder playfully just to emphasise how bad an idea it sounded. You board the train, pressed tightly together as everyone makes their way to work. Thankfully the ride is short and you make it to the restaurant just in time for your stomach to rumble.

“Put this on and we can go then.” You take it from him as he gathers his wallet and keys. He then takes your hand and leads you out of the hotel. The two of you walk the short distance to the underground. The city wasn’t what you expected, nothing like the pictures you see in travel magazines and news articles. It’s grimy in the backstreets. People of all ages walk past, things to sell on sticks over their shoulders. Elderly men and women sit and talk on their stoops, watching their grandchildren play in the early morning sunshine. A mixture of spices waft from different food stalls, each just a little window in the street selling something different. Your nose wrinkles as less than pleasant odour permeates the air. Namjoon watches your face twist in disgust and laughs.

“That’s stinky tofu, it’s known as a delicacy.” He explains. “Did you want to try it? It tastes much better than it smells?” It’s definitely a joke, but even the thought makes you feel sick.

The menu is written in English, making it easy for you to order. The food arrives quickly and has you salivating immediately. The meal is basic but delicious. It doesn’t take you long to finish eating and head on to your next destination for the day. Namjoon still hasn’t told you all that he has planned for your date, claiming a surprise that will be worth the wait.

The next location turns out to be the Oriental Pearl Tower. The view from the top is breath-taking. On a clear day like this you can see for miles across the city. It looks so small. Like a model train set, spanning for acres. 

You let go of Namjoon’s hand and step carefully on the glass floor to get a better look at the scenery. Each step closer to the edge makes your heart beat a little bit faster. The drop below seemingly unending as you look down. Vertigo takes over just before you reach the safety rail, the edge of your vision starts to swim. It’s an odd sensation, you’ve never felt this light-headed before. Strong arms surround you before you collapse. Joon pushes you against the rail so you can hold on, keeping his arms wrapped around you to keep you grounded.

“Are you okay Y/N?” there’s no hiding the worry in his voice. He buries his face into your neck squeezing you more than necessary. You wait a moment for the nausea to subside and then lean back into him.

“Yeah, I’m okay. A little woozy. Guess walking on the glass floor was a bad idea.” You try to sound light, wanting to assuage his concern before worrying about yourself. He presses kisses into your neck. Each one feels more desperate than the last.

“I’m sorry, this was a bad idea. I should’ve thought about the height, this wasn’t safe. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbles between each peck. 

“Joonie, look at me.” You wriggle some room and twist in his arms, pulling his face up to meet yours. “I’m fine, it was just a little vertigo. I’ll live.” You kiss him gently and look back into his eyes.

“If you're sure? Maybe we should go back down now anyway? I have somewhere else for us to spend the afternoon.” His dimples replace the worry lines a little too quickly, but you shrug it off.

“Are you going to tell me where this time?” he just shakes his head and leads you back off the glass floor.

“No but we are going to have to spends about an hour on the underground. Might be a little snug.” He winks at you and you head for the elevator back down to earth.

Masterlist

“You know you staring makes it a little difficult to sleep” Namjoon whispers, his eyes still closed. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and do your best to hide it by nuzzling into his chest. He chuckles at your cute attempt.

“I’m sorry” his hand comes up to lightly stroke your hair and you relax back into his touch, just in time for a knock at the door. You glace at Namjoon inquisitively wondering who would want his attention this early in the morning.

“Room service” he answers your unasked question and moves to detangle himself from you and the sheets. You whine at the loss. Suddenly feeling very cold at the loss of a body next to you. It worried you a little how much you missed him even though he was just across the room. The thought leaves your mind as quickly as it came when you see the large selection of breakfast foods being carted in by the concierge. Your jaw goes slack at the sight of the buffet. Pancakes, waffles, dumplings, croissants everything anyone could possibly ever want to eat. “It’s too much isn’t it…. I’m sorry I didn’t know what you like but I wanted to surprise you so I just ordered well… everything” you giggle at the explanation as he grabs a plate of fruit and brings it over to the bed.

“I think I would eat just about anything if it came from you.” he just smiles at your response and lifts a strawberry from the plate to your lips. You take it willingly in an attempt to be sexy. This, however, fails miserably. Juice runs out of the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the previously pristine white bedding. Before you get a chance to wipe away the juice from you chin, Joon’s tongue is already there. He licks away the offending dribble ending with a chaste kiss on your lips. As quick as he is there, he is gone. His attention now focused on feeding himself. Your gaze follows his every movement, even when he is shovelling pancakes into his mouth.

“So, wh…at” he attempts to speak through his food, before thinking better of it. He swallows and tries again “So what do you want to do today? I have all day just for you”. You think for a moment before you respond. It’s not often you get to come to this city, and you want to make the most of it. At the same time making plans for others left you anxious, what if he got bored? You swallow down the rising fear and decide on the pier. There is too much to do for anyone to get bored. The two of you finish what you can of the breakfast feast before heading out for the day. Namjoon shoots a text to the band group chat about the food going to waste and his wear abouts on the way out of the hotel doors.

The pier is quiet when you arrive. The bonus of being free on a Monday, no kids and limited adults. As you reach to open the taxi door, you find Namjoon already there. His dimples on full display as he reaches a hand to help you out. He raises your hand to his lips then releases, opting instead to wrap his arm around your waist. You lean into his warmth, feeling safe in his arms. From the start of the promenade you can see all of the pier. The arcades flash bright signs boasting how they have the best machines for toys, or the best coin drops. Each one claims something different, but they are all equally obnoxious. The ocean sparkles underneath the bright sunlight. Boats bob on the horizon and wave push calmly on to the shore. The sea air fills you with calm.

“What do you want to do first baby?” Namjoon asks cuddling you in closer to his side. You can’t help the smile that creeps up your face at the use of the pet name.

“Anything you want to do” you reply, really not caring where the day took you as long as you could stay glued to his side.

“In that case, how about I show you my skills and win you a bear” he leads you into the nearest arcade and tries his hand at a claw machine. The first attempt is a resounding failure. The claw completely misses the overstuffed pink bear Namjoon had been aiming for. The way his brow furrows in concentration makes you giggle as he tries again and again with varying degrees of success. The second attempt nudges the bear a little closer to the exit. Even in the third attempt the bear remains unperturbed. By the sixth attempt Joon starts to get frustrated. You suggest moving on, but he stands firm. His competitive nature shines through around attempt number twelve as he kicks the machine in exasperation. Eventually, he bags the bear, turning to you triumphant. His dimples have chased away any remnants of annoyance. You take the stuffed toy in your arms and cuddle it close before wrapping yourself back into Namjoon’s embrace. The pair of you head out of the arcades and towards the beach.

“Do you want an ice cream?” he asks, nudging into the direction of a stall nearby. You nod and he buys you the same flavour you’d had on your first date. The rest of the day is spent playing in the sea and failing miserably at arcade games, before retiring to the beach to watch the sunset. You and Namjoon lay on a sun lounger, tangled in each other’s limbs, keeping one another warm as the sun disappears over the horizon.

“Come with me” he says lazily, drawing circles on the exposed skin of your arms

“Come with you where?” you mumble into his chest

“Come with me on tour”

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“What’s wrong?” you ask, taking his hand from his lap.

“You didn’t tell your family about me…” his puppy dog eyes nearly kill you. “Are you ashamed?”

The ride to the airport is spent mostly in silence. Scrolling through social media side by side. Enjoying the companionship. You snuggle as close as you can, still a little afraid this will all come to an end soon when he comes to his senses. He watches you out of the corner of his eye, the arm around your shoulder, squeezing you just a little tighter every time you wriggle. Once you arrive, people descend on you. Hidden away in the depths of a parking structure, they can only be members of staff. Korean coming from all angles as different people clammer for Namjoon’s attention. Your luggage is taken away and the two of you are ushered through a private entryway. As he talks with his team, Namjoon’s hand slips into yours, keeping you grounded and with him. He shoots you a reassuring smile and turns back to the man on his left.

“NO! of course not” you rush to reassure him, shuffling into the middle seat. “I didn’t think they’d let me leave if they knew it were for a boy, so I just told them about the job… I’ll tell them all about you soon, I promise. I would never want to hide you.” Immediately his expression changes, you nearly get whiplash. The dimples are back in their rightful place, as he leans into you.

“Good because someday soon I want everyone to know you are mine.” He kisses your nose and pulls you into his side. You stomach flips at the thought, mine… his… ‘How did I get so lucky?’

Your attention is completely stolen the minute you hit the tarmac. A large private plane is being fueled ready for the long flight. The side is decorated with BT21 members flying through fluffy white clouds. This thing was not designed for subtlety. Next to the stairs are the other six members. Laughing and pushing one another, they don’t seem to have noticed you yet. Suddenly, you feel very intimidated. Being with Namjoon was one thing… being with the band an entire other thing that you hadn’t even considered. You drag your feet a little as you near the rowdy group, earning a weird look from Joon. You look from the boys and back to him and he catches on, chuckling at how cute he thinks it is.

“They don’t bite Y/N… except Jimin, but he promised best behaviour.” He pulls you forward and switches from holding your hand to hugging your waist, propelling you toward the group, now smiling and waving in your direction. A chorus of welcome surround you. Each member bowing and smiling at you. Each one is more breath taking than the last up close. Obviously, you had seen them in person a few times now… but without the makeup and as an equal was different. Even barefaced and in sweats the boys were beyond stunning. Radiating charm and charisma. It was difficult to function so close. You do your best to return smiles to each member and bow when appropriate. You finally get the all clear to board the plane. The members let you enter first, Namjoon following closely behind you on the thin stairway.

The inside of the plane is almost as beautiful as the members themselves. Cream leather sofas, plush armchairs, gorgeous dark wood furnishings. A jet fit for kings. A hand on the small of your back ushers you toward the back of the plane, and into a cosy two-seater hidden behind privacy screens.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep in front of the boys.” Namjoon shrugs and settles in next to you. The screen in front of you switches on to reveal a flight map. “Overnights are always… interesting with them.” He drapes his arm back over your shoulder, seemingly unable to keep his hands off you for more than a moment. When you are settled the footrests rise from under the chairs and the headrests fall back, forming a bed. The heads of the maknae line poke around the corner of the screen.

“It’s been forever since we’ve had fresh blood on a tour.” Jimin’s eyes rove down your body, taking you in and earning him a pillow to the face.

“Namjoon-hyung I thought you said we could know her” Jungkook pouts.

“Yeah, why are you hiding already?” Taehyung asks.

“That’s why.” Joon says gesturing at Jimin a little exasperated. He says a little more in Korean and the younger boys sulk away. “Sorry their excited… they’ve been practicing their English and were hoping to use it.”

He swipes along your clothed slit, feeling how wet you are through your panties. Dirty thoughts fill his head of all the things he’d waited so long to do to you. All this time planning for you to finally be in his arms, where you were meant to be. It was all too much for him. He forgets himself completely, delving below the cotton barrier and swiping up your arousal. He stills as a gasp tumbles from you lips. He focuses on your face making sure you’re asleep before continuing. One finger finds its way into your core. You are so tight even around one digit he has to bite his lip to keep himself from whining. You start to stir at the intrusion. Immediately his hand is away from you. Offending finger in his mouth sucking off the taste of you.

“It’s impressive, I’ve tried learning Korean a few times now I still only have 안녕하세요.” You admit. The latest Disney film flashes up on the entertainment screen and you are handed headphones by a flight attendant. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, worn out from the excitement of the past few days.

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Namjoon can’t resist how cute you look. So innocent asleep in his arms. The hand not supporting your head is free to explore you. He trails his fingers down the bare skin of your arms, indulging in the goosebumps that form in his wake. He can’t stop himself when he reaches the hem of your shirt. Surely one little look wouldn’t hurt? He checks that no one is looking in on the two of you and pushes up the fabric revealing your bra. He longs to bite along the unmarred skin, truly marking you as his… but not yet. For now he settles for running his thumb across the lace cups, pulling them down to reveal your nipples to him. A groan escapes his throat when he sees the stiffened peaks. He pinches at the sensitive skin, making you moan. His breath hitches until he is sure you are still asleep. He replaces the cup of your bra and lowers your shirt again, his knuckles grazing the waistband of your leggings. He shouldn’t… he knows he shouldn’t but… his fingers dip below the elastic.

“Joon?” you’re so cute when you wake up.

“Yes princess?” he acts as if nothing has happened.

“How far away are we?” he breathes a sigh of relief when you don’t mention anything out of the ordinary.

“About six hours still.” You nod and settle back in for more sleep.

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When he comes up empty, he links his arm through yours and signals for you to use your hood to cover your face as best as possible.

“Okay… uh how..? hold on to me.” You do as you are told, better securing your facemask with your free hand. He pulls you through the throng of people. Trying to avoid sasaeng fans and paparazzi as you made your way to the front of the building. You almost make it through without incident. Jungkook tried coaching you to make it seem like maybe you were a stylist. You might’ve gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the girl who managed to run through the security team. She wasn’t passed the barrier for long, but it was enough time to rip the hood from your head exposing you as a foreigner to all the prying eyes around.

Mutters start to rumble through the onlookers. Rumours already spreading amongst them as they try to work out the identity of the mystery girl clinging to the youngest member like her life depended on it. You pull the hood back up, knowing its useless but not wanting them to take any more photos. You keep your eyes on the floor and keep moving forward. You’ve loosened your grip on JK knowing it’s futile but still wanting to come away without too much speculation. He doesn’t let go of you though. His grip tightens as he keeps moving, unwilling to lose you.

As soon as you are out of the main doors Namjoon is at your side. He puts an arm around your waist, peeling you away from your previous protector and ushers you straight into a waiting car. You don’t see the look he gives Jungkook. A look that suggests he is lucky to still be alive. You don’t get a chance to thank your protector as Joon slams the door in his face.

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to leave you, they dragged me away. I’ll never let that happen again.” He cradles you into his chest, not giving you a moment to reassure him. “I’m going to get you your own security team. Maybe it would be best if for Shanghai you didn’t start working. No one else is ever going to lay a hand on you.” He keeps rambling on petting your hair as if you are the one that needs calming down. You let him. It’s clear he fills guilty for disappearing but there is nothing you can do to assuage that guilt when he won’t even take a breath.

You barely get to see any of the city rushing past the window on the way to the hotel. Its not a long journey, 30 minutes at most from Pudong airport. You are let out of the cars in an underground parking lot, far away from anyone that might’ve been waiting for the band’s arrival. There isn’t a lot of time between now and when everyone had to be at soundcheck. Luckily the tour manager had collected all the boy’s passports in order to check them in and the hotel staff had allowed them to head straight to their rooms to set up. You follow Namjoon into the ornate elevator and he presses the button for the right floor. All this time your hand has been firmly clasped in his. You glance down at where you are joined to see his knuckles turning white.

“Joon, it’s okay, I’m okay. You need to calm down.” He refuses, holding firm. “Namjoon look at me.” He reluctantly meets your gaze. “If you are going to be this worried about me, maybe I shouldn’t have come, after this concert… I should just go home.”

“NO!” the sudden volume scares you a little, he sees you flinch and immediately his usual cheery demeaner is back. “Come one it’s been one day, it’ll be okay. I was just scared because I didn’t want to leave you and I didn’t want you to be afraid. You’ll be alright, I’m just being protective. Please stay, you have to stay.” The elevator dings before you get a chance to address the sudden shift in personality. It’s a short walk down the hallway to your room. Another gorgeous five-star accommodation. The bed was huge, the view spectacular, and there was even a balcony complete with a small garden. There was only one problem.

“Joon, there isn’t a door on the bathroom…” he places his backpack on the bed and looks in your direction.

“Oh yeah… I completely forgot about that. It’s a common feature in Chinese hotels unfortunately. It’s alright though, I’m going to be so busy for the next 48 hours you won’t have to worry about privacy.” He comes back to kiss you on the forehead and slide your own carryon off your shoulder onto his. “Let’s relax for a little while. I have some time before we need to go.” He sets your stuff down and slides on to the bed, patting the empty space next to him. For the next hour you sit in near silence, catching up on social media with a movie playing in the background. Just being able to sit with him is so oddly comforting. For someone you idolised for so long, it feels like it should have been harder to slip into routine, but he made it so easy. It was almost like he thought of you in the same light, something unobtainable.

The band’s deadline came around all too quick. Namjoon packed all of his concert necessities into a bag and kissed you goodbye. It had been decided it was best for you to distance from the band for tonight. Start fresh the next day. This left you with over 9 hours to yourself. First you skimmed through films on the TV, but it was hard to tell which were in English. Next you read through a book on your kindle, it kept you busy for a little while, but it was getting harder and harder to focus. You kept thinking about the stern voice Namjoon had used when you suggested leaving. So deep. So authoritative. Just the memory was proving a very powerful aphrodisiac.

Running a bath and taking care of yourself seemed like the best option, especially if Namjoon wasn’t going to be back for a long time. It’s not like you could ask him to help you anyway, not yet. You fill the large tub with scalding water and find some bath salts amongst the toiletries. You swirl them in before carefully dipping your feet into the water. The bath could easily be big enough for two. The heat and space help you to unwind from the long flight, helping to soothe all of the post flight ick.

Its not long before your finger trail in between your legs working on the other tension you had been feeling. Luckily for Namjoon, this is when he decided to check the room’s cameras.

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