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“Almost got it…” Your hands steadily attach the sticky panel meticulously to the piece of work you’d been working on the whole day. “Please please please..” You silently pray to any God who could hear the trembling in your voice, delicately pressing the panel to the bust of your masterpiece. 

“And..g-”

“OMG!!!” The loud pitched squeal knocks your hand from its place, completely destroying the glue that was holding the panel to fabric. You groan, sending a death stare Sandy’s way. 

“Sandra!!” Yelling, she looks back your way, mouthing a small ‘oops’ before returning to her phone. You make a b-line to where she’s leaned up against the counter, her many projects still having yet to be touched. “This puppy’s so cute!!” You snatch her phone, turning the small device off before sliding it into your jeans pocket. “HEY! Give that back, Y/n!” 

“No!” You start pacing your way over to your corner of the store, continuing the project that’s due in less than 2  days. Now because of Sandra, you’ll have to practically beg the production studio to not cut your pay for tardiness. 

“I said give it back!” She keeps yelling, but you ignore her whines. She scoffs, going over to sit at her work table. A mumbled word you could only assume was profanity, spoken grumpily under her breath. You happened to catch the vulgar slang, sighing at her childness. 

“Bitch..”

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“Finally..” It took you almost 5 more hours, but the mold had finally attached to the fabric. You sigh in relief, checking the clock to make sure you’d have enough time for the rhinestones. You grab extra glue, carefully placing the jewels on with tweezers. 

Ding

“Sandra” You call softly, too distracted by this tedious task. 

ding

“Sandra, go help them” You repeat, eyes focused on how the expensive gems shimmer from the warm afternoon light that seeps into your workspace. 

ding

“Ugh!” You frustratingly place the tweezers down, walking up to the counter to help the customer. He sports a raggedy gray tee, multiple holes punctured through the thin fabric. The man, slouched and dazed by something. The holes match his bottoms, ragged and dirty. Nevertheless, he’s still a human being. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” His gaze runs over all of the costumes and pieces that decorate the store. 

“A suit please.” His voice gruffed and harsh. Long stubble covers most of his lips. 

You nod, calling Sandra in here -because it was her forte-

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes y/n! What do you-” She unplugs her earbuds, face contorting to disgust at the man. 

“Ew..” She mumbles under her breath, switching her eyes to fixate on your own. 

You embarrassingly clear your throat, silently letting her know that you’d have a very important conversation after this. 

“W-what she means is ew…she has to go clean the bathrooms now-” The man doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t say anything. 

“WHAT?!” You crane your neck her way, giving a death glare. Surprisingly, she cowers down. 

‘Y-yeah…Bye.” She walks back behind the sheer curtains that blocked off the customer section from employees only. 

There had been silence for a second, before he had cleared his throat. “Maybe I should come back another day..” He starts to make his way to the exit. 

‘No, sir! I’m so sorry for her behavior.” You follow, trying to stop the man. You’d felt really bad after the introductions, you had to make it up to him somehow. 

“It’s okay young lady..I’ll just come back later. I need to clean up apparently..” His voice sounds very saddened.

‘Please sir, she didn’t mean it. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, I promise. I feel terrible for her behavior. I’ll make sure to properly set her straight later..” That last part you had mumbled, hoping to keep it to yourself. He’d heard. He meets your eyes, your hand unconsciously wrapped around his forearm. He felt built..

He thinks for a second, and nods. “No, she’s right. I probably do smell..” He sadly chuckles, keeping the gaze you have between you two. 

“Please… Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He stops. A nervous energy settles into the store. Wrapping around you the most, like a possible poisonous snake. 

After a few seconds, he shakes his head, continuing to walk out. 

You felt terrible. How could Sandra not even treat this man with at least a little respect!??! You’re pissed now. Not only had she lost a customer, disrespected him, she just dragged the whole store’s reputation. She practically treated him like a pile of dirt. 

By this time, you’re furious. 

You make your way to the back of the store, seeing Sandra scrolling Tik Tok using your computer. What. The. Fuck. No, you’ve had it. You stand in front of the desk, slamming the device shut. “Hey! What gives!?” 

“What gives!? Your behavior, Sandra!” She stands, pushing her chair out from up under her. The piece of metal making a huge screeching sound across the concrete floors. 

“It was unacceptable! First, I tell you to start on the plastic ties for Miss Calthy’s dress form, you ignore me. Second, you just disrespected a customer, no, A HUMAN BEING just because you can’t learn how to SHUT IT.”

She looks shocked from your sudden burst of emotions. 

“I don’t care if you came from fucking LOUIS VITTON. That’s NOT how you treat someone! Especially the elderly!” Your words pushed her into a corner, tears starting to well in her eyes. You stop, finally taking on a calmer disposition. 

‘Look, I can’t fire you. But, if you don’t clean up your act and start actually working, I’m going to file a listless complaint to Mr.Kim.” Her eyes go cartoon-wide at your words. She falls to the ground, begging on her knees. 

“N-no! Please Y/n, I-I promise I’ll be better! Please don’t tell him!” She weakly crawls over to the broom and dust pan, making quick of her poor job of sweeping. “L-look I-I’m cleaning like you said!” Tears still swelling in her ducts. You fold your arms across your chest, sighing. 

This was pitiful. 

The weaker side of you gets the best “Fine. But you’d better keep your word” She nods uncontrollably, smiling while still crying. “Thank You! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She hugs you tightly. 

 ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~  ~ ~

“Interesting..” He pulls away from the tall brick wall, peeling himself from the gum filled plank. He slides his phone back into his eaten-away pocket, a small smile presses his lips. 

“She’ll do wonderfully.”

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Ding

The first time Baek-hyun had introduced you and Sandra both, she had this puppy-like innocence to herself. Well she did hold up to her puppy side. Leaving messes everywhere she went, cups, food, and even snotty tissues across your workspace. A customer had to even come to you, complaining on how she would try taking selfies with the ‘hot’ men who were about to get married.  As the manager, you actually had called your company’s label, asking for a listless complaint sheet. They told you to wait a few days. It’s been almost a year. You’d given up, submitting to the fact that she was now in your everyday life, and that you’ll just have to deal with it. 

The ding of the front door alerted another presence once more. “Sandra, get it, I’m bu-” 

“On it!” She rushed past your focused self, rushing to get the door for the person. Well, she definitely has changed for the better. Let’s hope it stays like this. 

“Welcome to Kim’s secret wor-” You heard her stop the introduction. You sigh.

It might be another ‘not 10’ according to Sandra. you thought. 

“Sandra what’d I tell you about being ni-” You stop. A man dressed in a Chanel dress suit, gold cuffs accentuating the slim wrists he possessed. His waist, cinched perfectly to hug his built figure. He looked.. Wo-

“Ah, there she is.” He makes his way over to your stunned self, meeting to look in your eyes. Sandra had been just as stunned. “Miss..” He glances at your nametag. 

“Miss Y/n.” He gets a taste of your name on his tongue, liking the feeling of it. 

“Can I help you sir?” You ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor. 

“Actually, I can help you. Can we…” He glances back at Sandra, who’s been making googly eyes at him for the past ten minutes. 

“Talk somewhere private, please?” You didn’t know who this man was. A sales rep? No, he would’ve gone through Mr. Kim. Landlord? No, they would’ve contacted headquarters for that. Loan sharks?!?!

Your mind races with possibilities, which haven't been the best outcomes. 

“Miss Y/n?” He calls again, finally pulling you out of your own head. 

“Y-yes..Uh. In the back, here.” He nods, following your movements while holding a hand up to Sandra,  silently demanding that she does not follow you two.

“Lucky bitch…” She mumbles, while going to grab the broom. 

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You immediately start apologizing, What had you been sorry for though?

“I’m so sorry sir I-” She starts chuckling at your speed. 

‘Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You pause, not really knowing. He smiles, pulling a chair out from up under the metal table that you usually take lunch at, motioning for you to sit. You oblige. 

He takes a seat, starting off. “About the other day-” 

Oh God. The man went to HQ about us!! He’s probably gunna fire me for having an insufficient employee. I knew Sandra would make us go-

“What? No, no. I’m not here to fire you, Y/n.” His words stop your spiraling train of thought. If he’s not here to fire me… then what happened the other day..?

“I’m here to propose a job to you. A task, really.” You nod, your heart starting to slow down. His voice was very soothing and calm. His blonde hair making the whole black-on-black choice, insufferable. He looked good enough to eat.

What?! Stop it, Y/n! You just met him! He might even just want money!!

“So, what do you think?” 

“Wa-..huh? I-I’m sorry..” He chuckles, continuing the proposal. 

“I would like you to be my wife.”

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“Your..what??” You stand up, not believing what he'd just proposed. 

AH! Not proposed, y/n!!

“Not a wife, but a partner. See-” He gently tells you to sit back down, motioning for you to calm down. Once he sees that you’re a little more calm, he starts again.

“You see, our company needs a female representative for the face of ‘allure’. With me being a man, people would assume I’m gay.” He chuckles at the ridiculous thought. 

“But my assistant said the best rep would be someone people could trust. And from what I saw yesterday..”

He leans forward, you finally being able to process the woodsy-vanilla scent cologne he modeled. 

“I saw your beauty from both sides.” His chocolate eyes meet yours, soft spoken and tranquility is the only thing you feel and hear. 

“You wanted to see my face from both sides..?” He laughs at your ridiculous answer. 

“Well, I can obviously see that as of now, but what I meant is that I saw your beauty on both the outside, when we first met, and inside, when you had been so kind to me. Wanting to do anything to make it up to me.” Your brows furrow. Then, it hits you. 

“You..you were the old man..?” He leans back, hand on his chest, playfully acting offended. 

“Did I really look that old?” You shake your head furiously, mentally hitting yourself for insulting the head of your company. “No! No! That’s not what I meant- I’m so sorry-” He laughs, fixing his posture once more. 

“Relax, Y/n. I was only joking. Well, I had only not shaved for a couple days..” his words trail off. 

“That’s not the point. The point is; You’re obviously a beautiful and kind woman, and I'd like to represent my company.” 

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After the whole shock session that had happened only a few hours before, you had politely walked him to the front door. Before you could kindly kick him out -of his own fucking store, idiot- he had smiled, meeting your eyes. 

“I’ll be in touch.”

Pssh. He’ll be in touch. Yeah right. He’ll probably go to the office tomorrow and see a woman ten times prettier than you could ever be. He’ll forget about you in just a few hours. 

That’s what they all do. 

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The office couldn’t look any more luxurious. Monochromatic colors filled the room, along with golden massage chairs for the higher ups, with a …holy shit. 

This office had a mother fucking swimming pool.

Psh. Rich people, you thought. 

Your hands are now shaking even more from the Mcdonald’s one dollar coffee you had sparingly picked up on the way here. Now you’re wishing you would’ve taken that girl’s offer for their coffee. You could probably sell it online or something, Make a few good bu-

“Miss y/n, welcome.” A familiar voice stops your thoughts, now examining his newly pressed suit. It looked like heaven. The hems are perfectly aligned with each other. The suede black textiles hug his frame like a woman putting on her favorite body-con dress. Each stitch obviously being hand-sewn with tiny embroidered details letting every onlooker know that this was their work of art. 

That suit was a seamstress’s dream. 

You lift from the couch, eagerly holding your hand out for a handshake. 

Let’s be honest. It wasn’t a nice gesture from you. You’d actually wanted to feel the stitching on his sleeve. Pathetic you thought. 

“Uh, yes. I did.” He flashes a professional smile, starting to stride alongside you. 

‘Well then, follow me.”

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~

If the office for employees was crazy, his own was insane. 

A bright golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Dress forms of all shapes and sizes align the big window that looks out to the other 100 foot high skyscrapers. Purple accents dance along the edges of his desk, mixing along with an L shaped piece attached. 

Holy. FUCK.

“Holy fucking shit balls!!” His eyes widen at your sudden foul language usage, until he starts laughing at the reason. 

“Is this THE Singer machine that created the most beautiful dresses in the WORLD??!” He chuckles, walking over to meet your fascinated state. 

“You’re a follower of Walter Plukett?” You nod, smiling while silently asking if you could touch the beautiful work of art. He nods, allowing permission for you to fan. 

“Not just Walter Plukkett, but his whole creation sets for Gone With The Wind movie! Along with The Most Dangerous Game! I LOVED these growing up!” Your hands carefully trance along the worn metal, weary to not impose any damage to the old machine. 

“I see. I had picked it up from a random auction one day. Didn’t know it was actually something..” 

“It’s more than just something! This machine was caressed by the hands of the greatest  designer for the film industry!” He leans down, shrugging, seeming unamused. 

‘Looks like any other sewing machine from the 1930s to me.” He walks over to his desk, taking a seat, studying how your face lights up even brighter every time you see a new component to the machine. 

“How can you be a billionaire seamstress but not know the history! That’s like making a movie without knowing who invented the first camera! Which by the way was; Louis Le Prince and  Johann Zahn” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair to study your moves. 

Cute. he thought.

“God, this machine created some of the best dresses for its time.. How can people just throw that history away??” You mumble, still fascinated by the old antique. 

He clears his throat, finally pulling your attention away from it. 

“Y/n? Can we get started now?” You contemplate. Him, or this beauty. 

Wait  y/n.. He pays your rent, dumbass. Obviously you’ve gotta-

“Uh…well..”

IDIOT. HE’LL FIRE YOU FOR THIS.

“That’s alright, take your time. You must really like history as well?” You nod, thanking him for the wonderful opportunity. You start talking, not knowing for sure to whom though. Your thoughts are just being too grand to keep inside. 

He wasn’t complaining at all. Your voice sounded like an angel to him. The way your black pencil skirt wrapped around your protruding hips has the back of his throat drying up, needing to clear his airway, But, he just can’t help it. Your knowledge beyond anyone else’s in the company has him so intrigued. How long have you been studying Walter’s work? What’s your favorite of his? Are you single-

“Alright, I’m ready.” He pulse from his trance, nodding to the papers placed in front of you. 

‘These are the terms and agreements for this… arrangement.” He clears his throat, loosening the tie which had suddenly become very constricting. You glance up through your eyelashes, something that had definitely not gone unnoticed on his end. 

‘And… what is this arrangement exactly?” Lifting the glass to his lips, quenching his thirst. 

‘This is not the time, Namjoon’ He thinks. 

“Just a proposal. Nothing within legality. We won’t actually be married.. not unless you wish to..” That last part he hoped had gone unnoticed by you. 

It wasn’t. 

‘So, I can still date whomever I want?” He pauses. No, he doesn’t want to see another man hanging all over you! Hold hands, kissing you, sleeping in your bed-

‘Yes.” He dryly gets out, before his jealousy gets the best of him. 

“Okay.” You reply, too focused on the documents to make sure there’s no funny business going on. 

Once you’re done, you slide the paperwork back over to his side. He grabs then, knocking them on the table once to straighten them all out neatly. 

“One question;” He nods, closing the drawer of his desk, giving you all ears. 

‘Why me?” 

He stops. Smile, lessening a bit. She’s right. Why her? He had many candidates lined up outside his door for weeks..why her?

“Because you’re my ideal type.” 

WAIT NO- FUCKING IDIOT

His eyes blow up, shaking his head repeatedly. 

“No! I mean you’re the COMPANY’S ideal type! Not Mine! Well I mean you’re very gorgeous- Not that I only look at physical attributes! I admire everything about a woman’s physique- SHIT” You adorable laugh cuts him off. Leaning over, you couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsiness.

“I understand. Thank You for the clarification.” He shyly nods, wanting the whole earth to swallow him whole. 

~  ~ ~ ~ ~

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You pause the clicking of your heels. “For..?” 

‘We’ve got a branding session tomorrow at 3. I’ll get my assistant to send you the details.” You nod, waving him bye as you make your way out. 

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“Great! Looks amazing, Mrs. Kim! Yes, now to the left- Perfect!” These black heels had been killing your feet for the last 5 hours of shooting. He said a branding session. Not a photo session. Little prick-

“What do you think, Mr.Kim?” The photographer pans the camera screen to Namjoon, a soft nod is confirmation he needs to continue. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she Pierre?” The photographer smiles, continuing to snap photos of you. “One of the best models I’ve worked with. She’s a natural.” That makes you internally blush, not being able to handle all the candy-rotting sweetness. 

Thankfully, the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone stops the session, giving you a break to sit down in a nearby chair. 

A few sips of water later, and he clicks his phone off, signaling you that everything’s okay.

“That was Mr. Arnault” Your eyes blow wide. 

“You mean Bernard Arnault!? The HEAD of Louis Vuitton??” Namjoon nods, sliding his phone to the inner part of his suit. 

“We’re collabing on a piece together this winter, and he asked me personally to showcase it in his next show, but…” His voice treads at the end, softening the more he talks. 

“But..?”

Sighing, he takes a seat next to yours. “I’ll be in Paris that time around. We’re trying to reschedule but he’s really persistent.” You couldn’t believe that your ‘husband’ is so desired by so many luxury companies. 

‘Well…Why not move the showing to Paris. That way, you can be at the show and the meeting at the same time.” His eyes light up, standing quickly. 

“Wonderful idea, y/n! Bernard’s always been a sucker for France anyways. Thank You, love” He kisses your cheek before hurrying off to schedule everything, leaving you with burning cheeks. 

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“Phew…glad for that to be over..” You step out of the ridiculously high heels -remembering to praise models and Bella Poarch for doing that for hours, later- turning the knob on your shower. The warm water feels so soothing to your aching muscles. 

*ring*

“Ugh..come on..” You step out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your frame. Pulling the door open, you see a familiar face standing in the doorway. This time, he’s sporting just a gray tee and basketball shorts. Still, none the less attractive. 

“Oh.. sorry. Is this a bad time?” He motions to your choice of outfit. 

“Shit! Sorry-” you run quickly, letting him in while going to turn the shower off and putting on a quick choice of clothes. Once you’re decent, you join him in your apartment’s living room. 

“How’d you find this place?” You question, adding along if he wanted something to drink. 

“No thank you, and I had pulled your files from the employees section.” He takes a seat on the couch, observing the room more intensely. 

Of course he could find where you lived. He’s your boss. 

“Oh..right.” You play with the hem of your oversized tee, not knowing what to do with your boss literally standing right in your living room. 

“So.. what are you doing here?” He looks up to meet your gaze, sporting the awkwardness that engulfs you both.

“I’m here to help pack your things.” 

“I’m sorry … what?” For the third time that day, you’re shocked. What does he mean, pack your things!?

“Well, since we’re ‘married’ it would only be right to move in together. And-” He looks around your apartment, an unfamiliar look creeps his expression. 

“I think my place would be the best option.” 

“And you just decided that I wanted to move in with you?” He slumps down, a little hurt by your words. 

“Well I.. thought that you’d..” You interrupt him.

“Yeah, you didn’t think. If you haven’t noticed, I quite like my ‘not best option’ of a place. Sure it doesn’t have an indoor swimming pool or jacuzzi, but it’s my home!” Your anger is starting to peek through. 

“Y/n, please calm down. I was only suggesting, I would never force you to move in with me. I just thought that since you said your lease is almost up, that’d it be the best option.” His voice is still calm and collective, unlike his clammy, sweaty hands. 

“How’d.. How do you know that my lease is almost up?” 

He pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you an app on his home screen. 

“Because I own the building you work in? I have cameras everywhere- not for perverse things though! It’s just so we don’t have any incidents with employees. You know, because some like to..ahem..” He clears his throat, shifting to support his weight on the other leg. 

“Do some certain activities during a shift. It’s just to prevent a lawsuit, that’s all.” 

“Then if it’s just cameras, how’d you listen to what I said?” His face turned a light shade of pink from being caught. 

“Our..cameras also have an option for audio recordings as well. I just happened to be looking for something, and you popped up on screen instead.”

“Huh.” You mentally laugh. He obviously was lying, but you haven't done anything embarrassing at the store, so you let it slide. 

“Give me a few days, okay?” He nods, walking to the front door, making himself leave before he embarasses himself even more. 

“See you then?” He asks, turning to walk out. 

You flash him a sweet smile. “See you then, boss.” 

He chuckles at the given nickname. 

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“Ugh” You groan, tossing to your right side, trying to get some much needed sleep. However, your mind had much better ideas. 

“Aish! Shut it, stupid thoughts!” You yell out, frustrated at your brain’s sudden liking to activity at night. 

How long has it been..?

Too long.

Something in the back of your mind answers your own question. Sighing, you give into the temptations on the promise of actually sleeping tonight. You reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling the small black item from its encased little box discreetly hiding in the back. 

You trail your hand down your torso, silently crying to the sudden pressure applied to your aching clit. 

Yep. Definitely too long.

You cup your hand on your mouth, trying to silence the small whines and cries your body can’t help but release. Images of hot celebrities fill your mind quickly. Ryan Renyolds, Dwayne Johnson, Chris Hemsworth, until your mind drifts to a certain face. You couldn’t really tell who it was, but you decided to use them to indulge in your sultry acts. Imagining riding their cock so deeply, breasts bouncing up and down, making your force on his body ample in roughness. Deep groans emit from his chest, whines bubble up in the back of your throat. Speaking of throat, you switch the image to him pinning you to your bed, one hand around your neck squeezing it firmly. 

“F-fuck..” You moan, legs beginning to shake from the buzzing sensation that’s been applied to your clit. This time, you’re tossing and turning for different reasons. 

His sandy blonde hair hangs above your figure, brushing the top of your forehead as he pounds into you at God's-speed. Him telling you how dirty of a little slut you are; or better yet- begging you to let him cum inside of your pretty pussy, creaming your smooth, velvet-like walls. His own hand, replacing yours that’s been mercilessly abusing your poor clitorus for the past what feels like hours. Probably only around two minutes though.

“Oh- God!” 

“Yeah, you like that baby? My cock splitting this little pussy open so well? Hmm? You wanna cum? Tell me darling, tell me what you want. Look how dirty my girl is, huh? Being so good for daddy. You gonna cum, sweetheart? Come on, show daddy how well you can cream his cock. Gunna fill you up so well, be my own fucking cream filled donut. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’d get big and swollen with my children. Huh, you’d like that baby? You wanna have my babies? I bet you do, dirty whore. Gonna get you nice and pregnant. We’re gunna have such beautiful babies, y/n- fuck.” He finally looks up through sweaty brows. The blur of his face now clearing to reveal-

N-namjoon!??!

“HOLY FUCK!” You scream out, not giving a rat’s ass who’d hear. Your breaths now calming down from such an intense high. The toy now feels like pins and needles against you from every stimulation. Quickly turning the vibrating object off, throwing it somewhere on your bed, you lay flat on your sheets. That had to be one of the best orgasms you’ve had in forever. But-

You just came to your boss’s face. 

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“And we’ll be adding a second store right on the corner of 5th and areche.” The dulling sounds of pen against paper, and a man showing graph charts couldn’t be less of a bore. Your legs, swinging from side to side nonchalantly under the table. 

“Sounds good, everyone?” They all nod, no one being opposed to Namjoon’s idea. Once the area is all cleared out, Namjoon starts packing up his briefcase, neatly stacking papers on the inside pouch of the case. 

“You ready to go, y/n?” He asks, glancing over at your dazed state. 

“Uh, what? Oh. Yeah.” You excitedly stand up, packing your things as well. 

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“Looks delicious, thank you.” He kindly thanks the waiter, before taking a sip of his wine. “Everything alright, y/n? You look a little off..” You straighten your posture, nodding to confirm his answer. “I’m okay. Just..” You sigh, letting the silverware in both of your hands, rest on the untouched plate. 

“Just..?” He presses, leaning forward so it doesn’t feel like you must yell it to get his attention. 

‘I just couldn’t sleep last night, that’s all.” He smiles, cutting into his steak. 

“That’s because I wasn’t there, darling” He teases, taking a bite of the juicy meat slice. 

You chuckle at his stupidity, lifting your glass to take a few sips. 

“I’m serious. Like- something wouldn’t let my mind calm down. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster.” He hums, tilting his head to ponder a solution. 

‘Why not try some soothing music?” You shake your head. 

“I’ve already tried. And bird, ocean, and rainforest sounds. I even took 3 melatonin gummies! Nothing would shut this thing up.” 

“Hmm. Maybe it’s stress? Your deadline is coming up soon for your place.” 

You shake your head again. 

“I don’t think that’s it. Besides, I’m planning on moving in with you.” His face lights up, but not with a happy emotion. More so … mysterious. 

He leans in, a hushed voice soon taking over his normally deep and calm one. 

“Maybe.. I’m the reason you’re up all night.” He smirks, continuing to eat more of his food. Your face flushes a light pink tint. Well… he’s not all wrong..

He leans back, resuming his normal happy demeanor. “I’m just joking”

“Oh.. hah.” Is all you can reply with. His eyebrows raise in suspicion. 

“Y/n.. A-” The phone ringing in his suit pocket cuts his sentence off. 

“I’ll be right back” You nod, as he stands to make his way towards a quieter place of the restaurant. 

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“Is that all?” You nod, looking around to your now completely  bare apartment. You hadn’t decided to bring up your restless nights anymore since a few days ago at the restaurant Of course this is all just business. 

“Alright, let’s head out.” You follow suit behind him, stepping into his luxury car. 

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

“This is your room” The ‘room’ has been bigger than three of your dinky apartments combined. 

One wall, just filled to the brim with cabinets and wardrobes. The bathroom connected with the room. A huge porcelain tub sits inside the huge glass encased shower; omg it has a rain shower head!

“I know it’s a little small but my apartment’s pretty messy right now. I’ll be clearing out a room for us to coincide with projects in.” You nod, mouth still on the floor from the level of detail everything was in. A huge golden and glass chandelier hangs about the tub, adjacent to the marble-stone countertops, with gold accents trimmed along the edges. So. Much. White. 

“Well..I’ll leave you to it.”

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Once you’d finish unpacking all of your boxes, you glance over to the huge clock that had come from your old apartment. 

2am.

Holy shit- When did it get so late?? You’re probably keeping Namjoon up by making all of this ruckus!

You turn off all the lights, tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a quick bite. An illuminating light comes from up under another door across from the living room. Didn’t Namjoon say that he’s just across the hall? 

You silently walk over, cracking the door open a bit to take a peek inside.  

There sat Namjoon. White button up shirt -now unbuttoned down by two- paired with the trousers he’d been sporting earlier. Usually style and slicked back hair, now messy and tousled. He had been conversing on the phone with someone in a language you didn’t speak.  

“Bien, merci bien  pour tout ton soutien, Pierre. Oui. Bonsoir” He tosses his phone to the huge king sized bed which had sat in the middle of the room. It’s like the decor came straight out of a piece of art. 

Namjoon goes to sit on the edge of his bed, taking a sip from the circular glass he’d already downed around three times now. He sighs, falling backwards onto the comfy sheets. 

“Are you just going to stand there the rest of the night?”  He asks nonchalantly, taking your aback. 

“I..I’m sorry- I thought you were sleeping..” He chuckles. 

“I never sleep, only rest my eyes.” He says, grabbing another glass, motioning you to come sit down. 

“So. I’m guessing you’ve finished unpacking?” You nod, thankfully taking the glass from him. 

“Thank You..” Silence creeps over like rain upon a flowery meadow. 

Has he always looked this tired? 

You take a few glances around his room, studying all of the different pieces carefully put together. 

“You’ve got really good taste..” You mumble, not expecting him to hear. 

“I should. Put me to shame for being a fashion designer and not having good taste” He jokes, sipping from his glass, before setting it down next to yours. 

“True.. it was a stupid thing to say. Sorry I’m dumb..” He turns to meet your gaze, bringing his hand to gently lift your eyes to meet his. 

“It was not stupid.” Your breaths slowly mix together, a certain type of taste could be relished. 

‘And if you ever call yourself stupid again, I won’t hesitate to tie you to this bed and spank sense into you.” He smirks, taking the glass from your hands, placing it on his side of the seat. 

Your breath catches in your lungs at his choice of wording. Did he really mean it? He wouldn’t actually do that, would he? You’re just one of his employees.. He doesn’t like it like tha-

“Y/n..” His voice softens, trying to coerce you out of your spiraling state much like the first time you met. 

“Y/n, it was just a joke.” He chuckles. 

‘You’ve got to learn how to take a joke '' He smiles, laughing at your flustered face. 

‘That’s mean..” you mumble. He raises his eyebrows. 

‘How?” 

“You don’t just tease someone like that. That’s like saying; I’ll suck your dick-” You cut yourself off from embarrassment

Too late. 

Your eyes catch his, seeing a new look glinting behind them. 

“Well, I never said I wouldn’t follow through with it..” His voice changes to a hushed whisper tone, making the room even more sultry than it had previously been. 

“Me neither..” You admit, scooting closer to his side, laying a hand onto his thigh. 

You’d never been this brave before. With anyone. But… something about Namjoon had made you want him to submit to you. 

Both sets of eyes not daring to break the spell you’d both casted on each other. Lust, growing impatient with every ticking second. His pants tightening against the fabric of his trousers, indicating his arousal even more. 

“Y/n.. we should..” You press your lips to his, quieting his attempts to reject the tension. He immediately tenses under your touch, hands leaving a fiery blazing trail wherever your hands could grasp onto. Lips crashing into one another like waves upon a seaside shore. Both, fighting for dominance. 

His hand travels up the back of your graphic tee, resting the palm of his hands against the dips of your hips. Ever so slightly squeezing bits and pieces of your skin along the way. Your hips dig impatiently into the fronts of his trousers, His own, meeting you in unison. 

“N-namjoon..” You wantonly moan against the flushed flesh of his mouth, his own desire returning the sound. 

His hands dip even lower, reaching into the front of your underwear, rubbing gent;e circles against the throbbing bud. The other, coming to clasp around your breast, messaging the soft, plush flesh, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index. His motions earn louder sounds from your side. His lips trail down your neck, sucking deep marks into the fleshy bit, before sliding your shirt over your frame. 

“No bra?” He pants, examining your physique. 

You shake your head. “I was about to go to bed..” He chuckles, resuming his motions, this time, lips meeting the protruding bud of your breast, taking it between his teeth. 

“O-oh shittt” You throw your head back, an old friendly feeling coming back into your core. 

“You like that?” Shit. His voice sounded exactly how you’d imagined that night.

Your hips rock gently against his, increasingly harder by each passing minute. Your entire breast almost soaked from his tongue. 

‘F-fuck..Just like that.” His hips grind against your own, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass through your thin sweatpants. 

“Off.” His deep voice commands, flipping you onto your back. He makes quick work of the belt tucked loosely around his hips. He lifts your wrists to hug the metal Xs on his headboard. 

“Are you okay with this?” You crane your neck upwards, checking out his neat work on your wrists. Now, being belted to his headboard. 

“Mhm.” He slaps the outside of your thigh. 

‘Imma need words for this, baby” You smirk, teasing the bulge of his trousers with your knee. 

‘Yes daddy.” 

He smirks, tightening the belt around your wrist. 

“Good girl.”

Hooking his fingers around the thin materials, he easily removes both your sweatpants and underwear in one fine swoop. The cold air brushing against your core has your thighs clenching. 

“The first time I walked in the store..” He tells, while lowering his face to kiss just above your public bone. Moving lower with each soft kiss to your skin. 

“I wanted to taste this pussy for so long, baby” He mumbles, yanking your hips down to meet his eyes. 

“To know how you taste.” He slides the tip of his finger past your folds, a slight squelching sound fills the silence. 

‘To know how it feels when you’re wrapped around me” You moan, his thumb coming up to toy with your throbbing bud. Soft circles rubbed against the aching muscle. 

“God, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet. Tell me darling” He grabs hold of your panties, opening your mouth forcefully to shove them inside. The sensation is new, nonetheless even more of a turn on. 

``You a virgin baby?” You shake your head. 

“Naughty baby” He licks a slow stripe up your core, making you moan against the slightly wet material that had been so forcefully shoved in your mouth. 

“How dare you let another man inside this sweet pussy.” His voice is deep, a growl threatening to escape if he doesn’t get satiated soon. 

“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you, kitten.” 

His tongue immediately dives deep past your folds, the strong muscle making circles along the inside of your slick walls. You throw your head back against the headboard, not caring if you had accidentally hit it. The pleasure was far more overpowering than the paint you’d felt. 

His thumb trails up to draw figure eights against your bud, moans slipping from the crack of the cotton material shoved down your throat. 

You were so close. Practically being able to taste your release. His thumb, tongue and fingers were more than enough to juice you of all your worth. Your legs wrapped around his head so tightly, you might think you’d accidentally pop his head like a pimple. But, he stays put, using both of his strong arms to push your thighs apart. A string of saliva and your juices hangs from his swollen lips. 

“As much as I’d like to die by these thighs right now, you still haven’t received your punishment.” His smirk is dark and hell-iously tempting.  This man was the epitome of ‘sin’. 

You wanted to do anything. Touch anything just to cum. But alas, your hands were tied. Literally. 

“Cum on my tongue baby girl. I know you want to. You can do it, come on” His words of encouragement are all you need to send you over the edge. Like a rollercoaster about to drop down the hugely inclined rails. But-

His smirk is one only the devil portrays well enough. Dark, lustful eyes meet you halfway. You scream out of frustration, wanting nothing more than to come on his tongue like he said. 

“Sorry darling. That was for sleeping with other men besides me.” You almost have tears in your eyes at his words. 

‘And this,” He unties your wrists. Before you could jump him, he flips you around once more, bending you over his knee. 

“Is for teasing me this whole fucking time.” One firm slap is applied to your bare ass. You yelp in shock -and pleasure- from the impact. 

“nnmmjoon!” He continues to spank your ass, hard. Every smack though, earns you a soft bottom rub while he whispers to you;

“That’s my good girl. Taking your punishment so well,”

Smack.

“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you. It’s almost over.”

Smack. 

“You’re liking this, huh? Getting spanked by daddy so hard. I bet you could cum just by this.” 

Smack. 

“You’re doing so well, baby.  Being so good for daddy. Can’t wait to fill you up after this.”

Smack. 

“You dirty little slut. I’m gunna fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man’s name you’ve ever met. Only having my name in your mouth, got it?” 

You can only lay still and take it like his; good, dirty slut..

You’re confused, horny, on the verge of crying, and you just want his dick now. Once you feel the final ass rub, he carefully leans you up, helping you slowly lay back down on the bed. His kisses trail all the way down your chest, hot puffs of air rests before a chilling cool air mixes them both. 

“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for daddy. Do you want your reward now?” He questions, but you’re too exhausted to answer. His voice, now a lot more soothing and calm, questions. 

“Do you wanna go to sleep now?” You immediately sit up. 

“NO! Pl-Please!” He looks up at you through glassy eyes. Somehow, you both are modeling the same dirty look in each other’s eyes. 

“What do you want me to do, love? I need words, honey” 

“F-fuck me! Please!” He nods, quickly stripping himself of the boxers he’d been wearing.He reaches over to his nightstand drawer, opens a square packet to slide it over his cock. 

 Before you could finish your sentence, he slides his cock in between your folds, already throbbing from how tightly your cunt is wrapped around his cock. 

“F-fucking s-shit, y/n- You’re so tight, baby” After a few pauses, his thrust began to commence, sending you both into a loud stream of moans and groans, while skin slapping together mix in harmony. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, not losing a second to begin to match his pace. 

‘S-shit y/n.. Y-you’re gonna be the death of me” He chuckles, never missing a beat. Your hands finding the beginnings of his roots, fisting around them for support. Switching back and forth between scratching the living hell out of his shoulders and back, and almost ripping his hair out from such force. 

“Fuck baby!”  His lips came to catch yours, a heated makeout sesh was just what the doctor ordered for the cream filled pastry to be made. His switch positions, throwing you on top of his own body, making you ride him the rest of the way. 

‘Fucking cum with me, baby” his hips thrust up to match your own pace, set to accord. 

“F- ComING!-” Your breaths are now slowly coming to a controlled pattern. His sweat drips from his forehead onto your cheeks. His body lays limp on top of your own. His backside now has bruises in straight lines. Once he’s gained a little energy, he leans up to trail sloppy open mouthed kisses along your neck. The intimate act is not going unnoticed. 

Before long, his back bedroom door swings open. A woman standing around 5’9 stalks the frame. Black bags and sunglasses sport her look. 

“What the fuck Namjoon!!”

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“Namjoon…” I instantly blurted out as we made eye contact and he looks at me and smiles. Wait did he forget what happened today? Should I remind him or should I just act like it never happened… Wait, am I stupid? Why would I possibly want to remind Namjoon I seen him completely naked…

“Wow haven’t seen you all day today. Feels like you’re trying to avoid me,” Namjoon blurts out as the two of us watched the elevator door close right in front of us and I awkwardly laughed.

Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

“Ha… Me avoiding you? Why would I possibly do that?” I said trying my hardest to remain calm however that statement made me sound completely awkward and guilty. I glanced over at Namjoon and I could see him smile big and wide.

“Look, if you’re afraid that things were going to get awkward after this morning, you’re mistaking. Honestly, it’s not a big deal… I was just caught off guard that’s all.” Namjoon says completely calm and all I could do was stare at him.

Wait… Namjoon doesn’t care that I basically have seen every part of him?

“Ah… right…” I have no idea why I feel awkward about this situation… It’s not like I was the one to expose my body anyways… However, I guess I don’t do good with this type of situation…

“I get it,” I quickly lifted up my head and looked over at Namjoon.

“You get what?” What did Namjoon possibly get? I’m lost.

“Have you never seen a guy naked?” Namjoon suddenly asks and my eyes widen. Woah well that was extremely straightforward. I didn’t know how to answer this question so I had to think of a way to change the subject.

“So remember when I told you that I wasn’t planning to head to the party?” I said hoping Namjoon can just forget about what he asked and although he looked confused because that came out of nowhere, Namjoon went along with the conversation.

“Yeah what about it?” Namjoon asks looking at me and I looked at him and smiled.

“So… I guess I agreed… to go,” Namjoon instantly smiled and I couldn’t help but stare at his dimples and smile.

“Really! Wait… What made you change your mind?” Namjoon asks a bit confused and I was about to mention Jimin name however I know if I did Namjoon would probably say something about him liking me….

“Yoongi changed my mind,” it was the truth. Namjoon was about to speak but he suddenly stopped when the elevator doors opened and the both of us stepped out and began to walk to our apartment side by side.

“Wow, look at you, you already have two of my friends falling head over heels for you,” I wouldn’t say that Yoongi even liked me… I think after that whole incident Yoongi is just trying to be nice and there is nothing wrong with that.

I would rather be friends with Namjoon friends then have any of them even hate me especially because we are roommates...

“No, just because he’s being nice doesn’t mean he likes me. He barely knows me anyway,” I said looking at Namjoon and he just shrugs.

“I mean no guy would want you to go to the party unless they like you?” Wow, this boy really should watch what he says.

“So why did you invite me? Do you like me too?” I asked and Namjoon stopped walking and looked at me. I have no idea if I got him mad or something but it’s true. I don’t want him to assume that all of the boys like me because it’s not true.

“Fair enough,” Namjoon says smiling and the both of us continued to walk and at last reached our apartment.

~ To be honest after basically confirming that I was going to attend this party I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear. I mean it’s a party so I’m expecting a dress am I right? Or do I have to dress casual?

I wanted to ask Namjoon but honestly, if I asked him he would probably laugh at me and I don’t want that.

I opened up my closet and began to look at everything I owned but nothing looked good… I know I’m new to college but I should have tried to make friends… Instead, I have no friends I can ask for advice too. Just my luck…

“I don’t even want to go anymore,” I said speaking to myself sitting on my bed now feeling less motivated and completely scared of the idea of others possibly making fun of me.

I mean I was never the type to ever fit in… Never have and probably never will.

“Mina!” I hear my name being called, I got up from the bed and walked over to the door. The moment I opened the door I found Namjoon standing right there looking right at me.

“Hey, I was wondering if maybe… I can have this place to myself for a little… If you know what I mean?” Namjoon asks and at first, I was completely confused. I have no idea what Namjoon is trying to say… Why can’t I just s- OH!

“Right now?” I asked finally catching on and he quickly nods his head.

“Please?” I would say no but I did kick Namjoon out of the apartment on short notice so I have to respect this and do the same.

“You got it,” I said smiling and I walked over to my bed and grabbed my phone and keys. I have no idea where I’m going but clearly, I need to be out of here.

~

I didn’t mind leaving the apartment so Namjoon can do his thing… The only thing that does suck is that I don’t have any friends so what am I supposed to do for the time being?

Should I go for a walk?

I pulled out my phone and looked through my contacts. No one to call… At this very moment, it made me wish that I asked one of the boys for their numbers but nope clearly didn’t do that.

One by one I continued to walk minding my business till suddenly something felt weird. I’m by myself and I could feel someone behind me but it feels like they are following me...

Or maybe I’m paranoid. Yeah, that’s what it is. I kept walking trying to find something to do for the meantime but then I heard a noise behind me and it made me even more paranoid.

At that point, I was picking up my feet and I felt like I think I should run… Without hesitating I began to run. It felt like I was in a horror film... Was I going to die?!

“MINA!” The moment I heard my name I knew it was clearly someone I knew. I stopped myself from running and I looked back and see Taehyung running up to me. At last, when he caught up he looked at me and tried to catch his breath.

“Gesh, here you are making me do exercise just to have a conversation with you,” I couldn’t help but to giggle but I couldn’t help but feel paranoid that it was someone trying to come and possibly kidnap me. “I’m sorry, I thought you were ready to kill me or something,” I said glancing over at Tae and he placed a hand over his chest and looked offended.

“Anyways where are you off to?” Taehyung asks looking at me as the both of us were casually strolling by the campus.

“To be honest I have no idea… I had to leave because Namjoon has a visitor if you know what I mean and… Yeah, let’s just say I was trying to be a good roommate and leave the apartment to himself,” I told Taehyung and he nodded his head.

“Well since you’re not busy, how about you join me to go to Jimin’s dorm,” Taehyung says moving his eyebrows up and down and although I was still getting to know these boys I decided why not.

“Sure,” I said smiling and from that point on Taehyung and I were now on our way to Jimin’s dorm. ~

As we stood in front of his door waiting for him to open up, for some odd reason I felt very nervous… I felt the palm of my hands beginning to sweat and I felt my heart race faster than it was two seconds of ago. On top of all of this, I even felt this unfamiliar feeling in my stomach…

I guess after everyone telling me Jimin possibly has a crush on me…. I’ve been feeling nervous around the boy.

Eventually, the door was open and instead of Jimin looking at Taehyung he looked right at me. It’s like he completely ignored Taehyung existence and honestly noticed mine.

“Hey what brings you here?” Jimin asks smiling looking over at me and I don’t think I was the only one who noticed how Jimin didn’t even bother looking over at Taehyung because seconds later you hear Taehyung making a comment.

“I’m fine thanks for asking,” Taehyung says and he walked into the dorm now leaving you there in front of the door alone with Jimin.

“Well… I happened to bump into Taehyung and he decided to invite me back here since I don’t really have anywhere to really go,” instead of Jimin asking me any more questions he opened the door wider and he smiled.

“Well it’s a pleasure to have you, come in,” it wasn’t long till I walked in and for some odd reason, I felt nervous. I mean I shouldn’t but just the thought of an attractive guy possibly being interesting in me is so hard to believe.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Jimin asks as he closed the door behind him and you looked at him.

“Well, he actually has a girl over… I don’t want to intrude so I decided to go out and let him have the apartment to himself,” in other words, I actually got told to leave by Namjoon but I’m not going to tell the boys that.

“Ah, you did the right thing,” Taehyung says and I couldn’t help but laugh.

~ After spending a couple of hours with the boys I looked at the time and realized it was getting late. It’s weird to say but I actually had a fun time with the boys… Especially with Jimin, however, I wasn’t going to admit that to anyone or they would be quick to think I like Jimin.

“I should probably head back to the apartment… I’m sure Namjoon must be done with his victim,” after saying that Taehyung suddenly burst out laughing.

“See at least I’m not the only one who thinks this way,” Taehyung says agreeing with me and I nodded my head.

“I know I don’t know Namjoon but the girl is either his girlfriend or he's going to be hooking up with a lot of girls.” I didn’t mean to make Namjoon sound like some type of womanizer however from what I do recall is when we both were making agreements he did mention about leaving the apartment when he is hooking up with a female… I mean why else would you enforce that rule.

“I mean Namjoon did mention that he wanted to have fun this year… No strings attached just pure fun,” Jimin says and I nodded my head.

Not that Namjoon is a bad guy but during the school year I know I need to be careful trying to get close with him… I don’t want any feelings involved and I definitely don’t want to get hurt at the very end…

“Well thank you, boys, for having me but I should probably head back,” I began to walk to the door and just as I was planning to leave Jimin quickly and awkwardly clears his throat and looks over my direction.

“Um… Can I walk you back to your apartment?”  Jimin asks nervously for some odd reason but of course instead of rejecting his offer I agreed.

“Aw look at the lovebird,” Taehyung commented. I looked at him and he sent a wink at my direction.

The comment didn’t bother just because I’m not offended by it… Jimin is incredibly good looking so why would I be offended hearing that both of us are going out… Right?

I said my goodbyes to Taehyung and after that Jimin and I were off and about. It was time to finally head back home. I’m just really hoping Namjoon is done with his business so I can be home and relax… I mean I understand a guy gotta do what a guy gotta do… But like can I be comfortable?

As we left Jimin’s dorm room we began to walk side by side in pure silence. I mean I know Jimin offered to walk me home but I wasn’t expecting this to suddenly get awkward. I mean the moment Jimin has met me he always tried to spark up a conversation but for some reason, the tension feels different.

“Ready to meet any boys at the party?” Jimin suddenly blurts out and I glanced at him and shrugged.

“I mean I’m not really looking for anyone but if the time is right and I meet someone who actually catches my attention then why not right?” It was an honest response especially because I can’t predict the future.

“I see,” I hate how Jimin is suddenly responding with such dull answers. I know he had a lot to say just from body language but I didn’t want to ask him because there is clearly a reason he’s not telling me a thing.

“What about you? Ready to meet some girls at the party?” I asked Jimin and he just simply smiles.

“Eh I mean I already met a girl I’m into, I just hope to spend time with her at the party,” Jimin says glancing over at me and although I have no idea who he’s referring to, I smiled as the both of us continued to walk. ~

At last, when I arrived back at the apartment I walked over to the door seeing nothing around it. Perfect it was now my chance to go in there and be comfortable! I turned around and looked over at Jimin.

“Thank you for walking me, you really didn’t have to,” not that I mind having the company but I didn’t want to make Jimin go through any trouble.

“Of course I did, you shouldn’t be walking alone around this time,” it was cute to see Jimin’s cute protective side… It’s rare for a guy to feel like that especially with a girl he just met.

I wasn’t the type to really make any type of human interactions but I couldn’t help myself in this situation. I got on my tippy toes and before I even knew it I kissed Jimin’s cheek.

He looked completely shocked at first but then a huge smile spread across his face.

“Goodnight Jimin,” I looked over at Jimin and he bowed before he walked off. At that moment I reached into my purse and it wasn’t long until I pulled out my keys and was finally back into the apartment.

I know I wasn’t gone for too long and I understand Namjoon needed to get get some but still, I had a couple of plans in mind but that all changed when I was asked to leave the apartment.

“I’m back,” I said as I removed the key from the door but I heard pure silence.

Did Namjoon leave or something? Or maybe he’s here naked somewhere… I swear lately I’ve been having the worse luck when it comes to seeing Namjoon….

The first time was when I saw Namjoon shirtless and that was the first time I was moving in… Then the second time was when I saw him completely naked, and I’m not saying I was disappointed but I shouldn’t be speaking about his naked body.

I continued to walk in and continued to look around. Maybe I’ll see Namjoon somewhere in sight, hopefully not naked tho or even his girl because now that will be a tragic scene if you ask me.

As I walked to my room I have no idea what I was thinking about but I was so lost in my thoughts. Everything was going by smoothly till…

“Mina!” I jumped and looked next to me finding Namjoon there smiling popping both dimples in each cheek.

“Namjoon! You jerk,” I blurted out hitting him over the shoulder and he just began to laugh.

I hate being scared, clearly, if you see me caught off guard please don’t try sneaking up out of nowhere.

“What did I do?” Instead of explaining myself I just walked past Namjoon and walked over to my room. Right now all I want to do is go to relax or even sleep.

As I walked over to my bed and was about to lie down till Namjoon followed me and sat on my bed.

“What did you do while you were gone?” Oh right, when you kicked me out. “Well I was planning to walk around but I actually bumped into Taehyung and went over to Jimin’s dorm,” the moment I happened to mention Jimin, Namjoon stared at me and smiled.

“Why do I have this strange feeling that Jimin and you are going to go out?” It doesn’t sound like an awful idea, however, I still have to get to know the guy. I mean I should be able to tell anyone anything about him but I barely know him.

It’s nice to see that others can see us going out but right about now I see otherwise.

“I mean it’s not entirely impossible however I like to take baby steps with these kinds of things,” Namjoon just shrugged.

“You could possibly just be saying that now but trust me it won’t be long until I see the both of you cuddling up and kissing,” Namjoon continues to insist that he will see Jimin and I becoming a couple and I sigh.

“Whatever you say, anyways ready for that party on Friday,” I said trying my hardest to change the subject and Namjoon smiles.

“Of course I am, I’m always ready to have a good time,” good time…. Right.

“With your girlfriend?” The moment I mentioned girlfriend I stared at Namjoon and noticed how he looked right at me confused.

“Did you just say, girlfriend?” Wait did I say something wrong? I mean I would assume the girl he just slept with must be his girlfriend unless...

“I don’t have a girlfriend, it was just a random hookup,” at that moment I realized my roommate is a complete fuckboy…

Why did I not see that coming? Namjoon is good looking, if he doesn’t have a girlfriend then there is a chance all he does are hookups. I mean I shouldn’t even be disappointed… Namjoon is nothing but my roommate and that’s all he is going to be.

“I see, so I’m assuming you’ll be finding a new victim to hook up with,” I said looking at Namjoon and he smiles.

“I wouldn’t say, victim, I mean I satisfy their needs,” without thinking I quickly covered Namjoon mouth and smiled.

“Okay, I think I heard enough for today,” Namjoon continued to smile and before I know it I looked down at my hands and realized my hands were on his lips….

I froze and just stared at Namjoon… His lips are really soft…

Without thinking twice I quickly pulled away and looked away.

“I uh better get ready for bed,” I swear that was weird… I never had an experience like that with Namjoon…

I need to pull myself together… We are just roommates... That’s all….

It will stay that way…

I promise….