Art Deco (BTS RM One Shot)
Pairing: BTS RM (Kim Namjoon) x fem!reader (Indonesian Art Student)
Genre/Trope: Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rendezvous
Warnings: STRICTLY FICTIONAL - MINORS DNI 🔞. Read at your own risk, curse unfiltered words, slight innacuracy of places (I did my best to research okay? Haha), inaccurate personality of characters, mention of S3xual intercourse, body parts, romantic tension.
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It is a different experience for you this year flying to Amsterdam, you were tasked by your mother to show up as her representative at an art auction that she has been working on for almost a year, however, with turn of events, she couldn't come due to health reasons that the family physician didn't give her clearance to go. You study in a prestigious art school in Italy which is one flight away, so instead of going back home to Indonesia, I guess you're gonna have to miss the taste of authentic cuisine for a week for a piece of artwork you have to bring home with you if it meant to be your mother's dying wish. The main day is tomorrow so you thought of going out and have some time for yourself outside of university life, you put on the comfiest combination since it's a month away from summer in this country. For the look, nothing like a good ol' smoky eye and red lip can fix - and just like that, we're ready to go!
Walking the streets, the night is still young. Your heels click on the pavement as you walk; you thought to yourself, what am I in the mood for? Perhaps a chill pub nearby that didn't have old white folks chugging on beer that reek of sweat and body odor, yikes. You looked for nearby universities because you know the good places are always closer to schools for some reason. Jackpot! The perfect place to be, and they have an open mic for slam poetry - hopefully, that's your vibe.
Entering the establishment, the place is packed but there's a standing table only occupied by one person.
"Hi. Is this whole table taken?" You whispered while you try to keep up with the current person onstage.
"Oh no, I'm just by myself." He responded.
"Is it okay? Do you mind if I?"
"Yeah, it's fine!" He insisted.
You try to listen to the speech but it sounds like this one's wrapping up, oh well. Eyes attempt to wander around, while also looking for a waiter.
"Do you go here often?" The person beside you tries to start a conversation while sipping his drink on a highball glass.
"Oh no, I'm just here for 3 days. You?"
The place is quite dark so you don't see much of the person's face and it didn't help he's wearing eyeglasses.
"Same, just here for an event." He shares, just in time for the next performer.
"Hey, have you seen the server? Or do I have to go there for drinks?" You got impatient, you just had a small dinner and you're parched.
"Oh you have to go there, I can save your spot." He pointed.
You went to the bar to get yourself a Lemon Lime Bitters with alcohol and got back to your seat.
"There you are, what did you get?" He actually waited for you, wow.
"Bitters. What did I miss?" You missed another performance, god.
"Oh that one was like an Environmental Anxiety concept. Beautiful actually, intriguing." He tilted his head as his so-so reaction.
Another person came up but sat on the piano, it's poetry in form improv song, that's challenging.
"Oh, that's different." He added. Crossed his shoulders and rested his hand on chin. The person began tapping a few keys and sang a few lines - it's about hope for a better world, a protest to put an end on all crimes against humanity. That almost made you tear up, Chris Martin of Coldplay would be proud of this masterpiece. They got a roaring applause from everyone in the room, you tried to glance at him.
"That was the best one I've seen the entire time I was here." He commended.
"Really? Sorry that was the only one I was able to watch without any distractions." You felt shy from saying that.
"Yeah, my ass hurts from sitting here. I almost wanted to take over." He added.
"Why don't you? Your talking voice sounds nice for performing, it sounds like it can command a whole room." You might've talked too much, oops, but he smiled shyly and shook his head.
"I just want to relax. Tell me about yourself." He sips on his drink, you hesitate. Europe is no stranger when it comes to women and their safety.
"What do you think? I think neither of us are not from here, Europe even." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink.
"Guess." He leaned in a bit and looked at you straight with a slight grin, you took a while.
"Either China, Japan, or Korea?" You weren't sure but the eyes definitely gave a clue.
"Which one? You have to be precise!" He laughed.
"Ugh... China?" A lot of Chinese are everywhere in every corner of the world, so he's probably one of those richos that travel after a short semester abroad. Oh my god, you just judged someone for their looks.
"I'm from Korea, but I do get that a lot." He answered and you gave a shy smile.
"Sorry! I thought you were like an exchange student haha. What about me? I feel like mine give it away easily." You explained.
"Definitely Asian but the southern ones, the ones rich in spices. Like Filipino?" He winked at the blank distance, unsure of his answer.
"Close, Indonesian haha they're our close relatives - slash - neighbors." You told him and he reacted like he had a Eureka moment.
"Well, it's nice meeting you. It's my time to clock out - early call time tomorrow." He put his phone in his pocket, reached for your hand to shake and stood from the high stool, oh wow he's tall.
"Nice meeting you, see you around I guess? haha" You shook his hand in return and he left.
He passed you and you got a whiff of his scent, one thing about a person's character is the perfume they wear - it could make or break them just from their scent alone but this one is woody and spicy you started feeling things, you had to blink twice to wake up. Oh well, it's time to head home too. Enough human interaction for the night, you have to lock-in tomorrow for mommy dearest.
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At the venue of the auction, you stood with a decent amount of crowd for the afternoon looking at the displays of the museum. A glimpse of Amsterdam history and Dutch excellence in each framed or sculpted masterpieces. Their mediums are quite uniform, as if it was the trend back then.
Hold on, that smell is familiar and you never forgot about it, that was definitely from the guy last night.
Your eyes searched your surroundings, trying to find that familiar face in the room and thought, don't tell me this was the event he was talking about. You prayed that he's not after the same painting as your mom wanted, this is not going to end well. The ushers finally let everyone in the hall, you were placed on your designated seat.
Eyes are still wandering around you find a man just two rows in front of the opposite side, brushed up hair and sat tall - the way he sat and behaved really looked familiar but you have to focus now, eyes on the prize.
The bidding has begun, you let the unwanted items pass by because you only came for 2 things only. You saw the same guy you suspect to be him, finally made a successful bid - IT IS HIM!
Now you can't help but stare at him from time to time because this is the first time you're able to see his face clearly.
"The next item is a work by Jacob Hendrik Pierneef from South Africa dated back in 1886 entitled 'Flowering plants in the desert', the starting price to bid is 7,000EUR. Any takers for 7,500?" The host mentioned one of the things in the list you have to purchase - you felt tense, you have never done this on your own before.
You just observed the few ones that bid and copy them.
"9,000." You raised your number and got acknowledged, the guy with no name raised it to 9,500.
"T-ten thousand!" You raised it again and got acknowledged, he raised it to 10,500.
"11,000." People are now looking at the two of you back and forth like a Tennis match, you felt more nervous.
He finally looked behind his way to see where the voice was coming from and caught you. Eye to eye, he gave a teasing grin and raised his number. "12,000."
You stared at him coldly, you cannot let a charming smile defeat you. These pieces should come home with you.
"13,000." You raised your number and got called for it.
"14,000." He never broke eye contact like some mind game.
"14,500." You raised in a stern tone.
"Just end this woman!" The old man beside you was rooting for you this entire time.
"16,000." You looked at him in the eye since this is a mind game after all.
"Any takers for 16,500? Going once, going twice... and SOLD! To that beautiful lady at the back!" Everyone cheered like someone won the US Open. He looked at you and applaused like a proud friend.
The war isn't over yet, if he was eyeing for one thing from your mom's list; chances are, he's definitely a threat for the last one you have to secure. Supposedly, this is the last item for the paintings category so you had to brace yourself, this is the one.
"And for the last item from our painting collection, an oil painting on canvas by Ferdinand Hart Nibbrig from 1902 entitled 'Vlieland.' The starting price for this bid is 25,000 EUR. Any takers for 25,500?" That's your queue, you have to place your foot on the door.
"25,500." You raised your number.
"35,000." It was him again, he looked back but this time with a determined grin on his face.
You have to secure this one at 40,000 or 45,000 at max, your hands began to feel cold.
"35,500." You raised it and proceeded.
"40,000." He raised it once more, fuck this is cutting too close now.
"41,000." You tried to go small ball hoping it ends.
"Not you two again." Grandpa beside you complained.
"44,000." He laughed looking if you would yield.
"45,000." You hesitated but raised anyway, shit this is your last straw there are still costs with shipment.
You clutched your nicely ironed and structured trousers, unfortunately he raised his number again and that was the end for you.
"50,000." He smiled like he already read your face, it's the look of defeat.
You let out a deep sigh, stared at your phone - you don't know how to tell your sick mother this first-world crisis she's about to have.
"Going once, twice... Sold to the man from the second row!" Everyone clapped for him, bowed his head and apparently, it was the most expensive item sold from the collection.
"At least you got the first one; not bad, young lady!" The old man patted you on the shoulders before he left the hall.
You were staring blankly, you don't take defeat like this in a proper way.
The agenda ended so you took your time to savor the hors d'oeuvres and refreshments outside the bidding hall. You spot him from your peripherals so you try to hide by looking at art on the wall, hoping he doesn't see you.
"That was a tough match. You're a worthy opponent." You looked and it was him with his hand stretched out, you shook it in return.
"Yeah, you seem like you know what you're doing. This is my first time." You stared at your drink, embarrassed to admit that.
"You got me from the first one, that's perfect for a first try!" He tries to make you feel better.
"Seeing you here, meant one thing. We're destined to meet again. My name is Namjoon, people call me RM, or Joonie." He finally put a name on the familiar face.
"Amirah, white people call me Amy haha but I prefer just Amirah or Mira." You smiled at him and this time, the looks on each others' eyes are bit different - like tiny jolts of spark.
"Congrats on the items you got in there! I'm guessing it's for your house? I just get the vibe that it's your thing." You tried to change the topic.
"I get the vibe that these items you tried to get aren't yours. Is this like a side job you like to do?" He asked.
"Oh, I wish! My mom is supposed to be here but she got badly sick the last minute and didn't get clearance to travel so me, being a very obedient daughter, had to fly here and represent her." You explained, tried to make the sob story your weapon hoping he gives in.
"Sorry to hear that. But wow, coincidence huh. Tell your mom, I said thank you because I met a nice friend in Amsterdam." Both of you laughed when he said that.
"I'm going to be honest with you, I really just won that bidding war so I have leverage for you." He added, you stared in confusion. "I'll have it sent with you on your flight back to Indonesia; free of charge, on one condition."
You continue to just give him the same look.
"I want to spend another time with you, like a friendly date. How about that?" He proposed and that's it, from the wise words of your father, 'there's no such thing as FREE in life, there's always a catch.'
"That bidding was fun, I knew I had to win that one just to get on your nerves." He laughed, those dimples just made you feel some type of way.
"I still have to pay you that one, I don't take things for free especially since my mother would start asking questions." You rolled your eyes, he bit his lip.
"I guess you just had to see me again and we'll figure it out from there. So, what will the verdict be?" He looked at you waiting for an answer, you had to pause for a while.
"Okay. I guess I don't mind spending another day with you." You smiled, he raised a fist pump out of excitement.
"Is it okay to ask for your number so I can send you the details for tomorrow?" He took his phone out from his pocket, you exchanged contacts. "See you tomorrow, Miss Amirah."
"See you tomorrow, I guess haha."
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You woke up and carried on with your usual morning routine, checked your phone and received the Google Calendar invite from Joonie last night. Okay, something casual, got it. You wore the comfiest top and skirt for summer, it's 25 degrees outside. Wow, he really had a whole itinerary planned out for the day huh, you thought - how did he manage to do this in such a short amount of time? Oh well, 'if he wanted to, he would', I guess.
You met him by the lobby of the hotel, he said he'd pick you up. The first place from the itinerary was Van Gogh museum. When you got there, he just walked past the long line outside and showed them his phone and you were ushered straight to the entrance of the first exhibit.
The first hall showed his early years in painting, even some of the paintings sorted in different subjects like flowers, animals, and people. Tiny slabs of texts on walls that indicate each of its significance, there are also collections of testaments of other people how they know the artist himself. There is also interactive media on some corners of the exhibit room.
The area was so crowded that day so there were times that you bump into each other face to face.
Next hall was Van Gogh's early learning phase in art. You've seen the medium of art he started playing around colors. You almost cried when you saw some of his famous pieces you recognized. You can visibly see the paint strokes and tiny details of the paint that cameras don't give justice.
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Next spot you head was a craft studio nearby, you were impressed how the day still goes on like a gift that keeps on giving.
"Okay so why this place exactly?" You divulge on a little spoiler but he read your intentions early and just smiled in response, you gave him a side eye and laid back to enjoy the view of the cab ride instead.
Not realizing you're leaned on him too much.
His gaze on you, those brown eyes sending signals to your brain.
Both your arms are touching, your chest yearns for something more.
The car stopped, you guessed it's the spot, both of you were dropped and went upstairs for the class.
It's a studio for private classes with a good amount of size, it can host up to 15-20 people. Each students were given their own set and equipment needed for the crafts. Aprons were distributed and the class was about to start just in time. First part was the introduction to materials and tools. You were too keen in the explanation of the teacher, Joonie appreciated looking you being too focused. Next was using the pottery wheel for the clay. He was called in front to demo in front of the class while the teacher guides him, he was clumsy yet too strong that he spun the wheel too fast and ended up tearing a hole at the bottom of the almost-pot. His dimples showed up again from smilling out of embarrassment, you start to feel all sorts of weird things - you thought, you can't feel this over a man you just met 2 days ago right? Especially the fact that he took your mother's wish over a petty reason... right?
Okay! Now, it's everyone's turn to do it. You grabbed your block of clay and started doing it just like how it was taught a while ago. Dipped your fingers on the small tub of water and turned your wheel by pumping on the pedal below. Your hands were delicate, you feel the grainy clay glide on. Each stroke your fingers slid on, created a nice curve - the professor checked your work and commended you for it. Joonie smiled at you and just watched you do it while he still struggled making his but he sure was doing his best.
"Missy right here, help your boyfriend! Poor boy's close to destroying his work of art, save it!" The teacher joked at you, both of you were about to stop her but looked at each other and laughed instead.
"I'm about to finish mine. I'll save you next." You winked at him, still referring to what the teacher said. Patiently waiting, Joonie just watched you finish, you were thinking of using it as a pen holder for your study table.
You brought your seat beside him and grabbed his hand but you flinched and had second thoughts.
"Oh, sorry. Is it okay?" You looked at him and he nodded.
Your hands on his, guiding his fingers glide on the clay. Whenever there was contact, along came the inappropriate thoughts too.
He was really just distracted and looked at you as you explain things for him - the distance of your faces were too close, you can actually see him from your peripherals.
You didn't mind and kept taking glances to make sure he's listening, you were too caught up in your nature as an art student - it actually felt like a school immersion experience.
"You did great! You got it!" You looked at him this time, and it just dawned on you - eye to eye, the feelings that had been bugging you since yesterday because of his perfume, just got stronger your heart beat was faster and felt a sudden flush on those cheeks.
"Are you happy with this design?" Looking at the clay masterpiece like nothing happened, you asked him to keep up.
"Oh yeah, I'm happy with this one. Let's cook it! haha." He meant to cure it in the oven and proceeded to the painting and glazing part afterwards.
Once the items have hardened, you were given a different set of things for the next step of the process. You designed yours inspired by Van Gogh's Almond Blossoms painting to commemorate this day. He thought your idea was great, so he did the Sunflower by Van Gogh. Both of you were told to put your pots in the kiln to cure but in accidentally in unison so you knocked both your heads as you went in the kiln.
"No! Sorry, I'm too dumb not to wait for my turn first." He apologised.
They told you that it will take weeks for it to cure so you had to enter your shipping details and pay for the shipping costs.
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"God, what a day!" You leaned back on your chair comfortably waiting for the orders.
A little stop at a Dutch restaurant for your dinner to wrap up the day with Namjoon. You were served your drinks before the main course; he got an old-fashioned red wine, you had a nice Sangria since Summer is approaching anyway.
"So. How are things with your mom? Is she alright?" He started the conversation.
"She's fine so far. Just had to follow the right schedule of her medicine rotation and her dietary restrictions." You responded.
"She'll be alright. You're a strong woman, those genes had to come from her." He winked, you start to feel it again.
The spark, the butterflies, the heartbeat, the flushes - what the fuck is this?
"Enough about me, what about you? You haven't told me anything about you yet. That's unfair." You pouted and sipped on your glass, he laughed.
"I... like to keep my life private. I had to work at an early age but it's because I love to do what I do. My passion for arts is strong, I didn't come from an uber rich 1 percenter kind of family and I was just 15! Looking back, I got no regrets. I'm thankful the young version of me did it."
You were moved by his answer, the tone of maturity and his story. Your food just came and both of you were too hungry to even pause to talk, it's been a full day of activities outside.
Walking the streets of Amsterdam, waiting for a cab to slow down.
Every slow steps, your hands kept touching.
It was magnetizing, sending chills and risky thoughts in your brain.
"Oh shit!" He dragged you towards him when a biker in full speed passed by.
It almost hit you and imagine how strong the impact could've been - but that wasn't the case... you open your eyes and got a whiff of his scent from his shirt.
"S-sorry I wasn't looking." You looked the other way and felt flush on your cheeks even more.
"That wasn't your fault, he's not in the bike lane. Are you okay?" He sounded so gentle this time, why do you feel soft? Finally a cab slowed down as Joonie waved his hand. "Marriot, please. Thank you." He told the driver.
You were still in a tad shock, he showed you a thumbs up, checking if you're okay, you nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder. He held your hand and looked at its details like a doll; from your nails to the lines on your palm.
It was a short trip, you got dropped off by the cab. You tried your best not to look at him, you can't explain the feeling but it felt quite sad that the day is on its end. You noticed he didn't walk alongside, he was just behind, lending you his hand for some reason - does he want to hold your hand?
You looked at it and placed your hand on top of it slowly and he grabbed it. One feet apart, he smiled.
"Thank you for saying yes to spending this day with me, I finally actually enjoyed my trip in Amsterdam this time around." His voice just sounds different to you now and you can't help but feel things again, best you did was smile back.
"Thank you, this was a trip I never knew I needed. I hope spending an overpriced painting over me was worth it." Both of you laughed.
"Oh trust me, it was worth every penny." His eyes gave a softer look, you're too close to falling for a Summer fling.
"So how will I pay you back for the piece?" You made sure all debts are paid.
"Oh about that, it's alright. I'll have it sent with the other piece you won, I already told the commissioner." He assured you.
"No, I can't accept that Namjoon, please let me pay. Mom's gonna kill me." You pleaded and he was just laughing at you.
"Okay, just half. Will that be alright? Then I'll buy you a gift from that money." He joked around and laughed more, you just rolled your eyes.
"Okay, so it's settled. I'll pay you half, deal?"
"Deal." His sentence finished yet the atmosphere ceased to be.
You both shook your hands on it but he refused to let go of them. Looking at each other's eyes, there came an awkward silence.
About to walk away, the steps felt heavy as if your body doesn't want this moment to end. You felt his hand still intertwined with yours, swiftly you were pulled back... his lips landed on yours.
All the unsaid feelings are finally out in the wind, you don't have to hide anymore - this is your summer fling, might as well make the most of it.
You wrapped your arms around him, his hands on your waist, the heartbeat felt fast again and the sparks, the butterflies, the rush.
"Why does it have to end like this?" He asked under his breath, gaze pulling your soul.
"It doesn't have to." You answered, for a while it's just the two of you; both smiling, he bit his lip - there's more to feelings that wanted to come out too and you know it.
"What do you mean?" He slipped a slight smirk.
Wanting you to say it, you shied away.
"We can end it on a good note... you know, in my room." You slowed your tone down, his smile got wider dimples lit up the place - this man is trouble.
"How are we gonna end it then?" He really intended to act confused.
"How do you want to end this?" You played his game shortly.
"You know if you do this, you're gonna have hard time getting rid of me, right? I can't simply just let this go." He forewarned, you didn't bat an eye and held his hand, heading to the entrance of the hotel.
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In the elevator, he held your hand and you felt it turn cold - this man's nervous. Entering the room, you apologized for the slight mess but he said his was way worse.
"I still have an extra unused towel here, you can freshen up if you want." You're at best to be as hospitable as you can.
"Wow, you really wanna see me like that now?" He matched a cheeky teasing smile with his jokes, you rolled your eyes.
"I don't know! Do what you want, Namjoon. I'm going after you though, it's really hot outside I need an ice cold bath." You responded in your defense, he just laughed at you as he went in the bathroom with the towel.
You cleaned the small clutter around the room as you pass time. About 5 minutes past, you heard the door click - he just finished. Your turn so you head to bathroom, you were greeted with a 6-foot half-naked man, your chest beats fast again and tried to hide blushing from seeing that.
"O-okay. Me next, I guess." You whispered walking to the bathroom and locked it quickly out of panic.
'What was that? What is all that? There's a gorgeous Asian man in my room and I can't even take him home with me.' You were really thinking too deep on that, it's time to bathe in cold water. The white noise from the stream of the shower helped with just keeping your world quiet and at peace for now. It's been a long day, be grateful to be experiencing this in your late-20's.
Done with showering, you dried yourself up and wore the hotel robe on. You came out to him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching some Korean news - probably catching up on the current affairs he missed.
"Any news you missed?" You scooted beside him, watching on the tv as well.
Seconds after the report, you see him on it... Hold on now, why is he in there? Him and 6 other guys and it clicked... He's a part of the Korean group, BTS. You know them but not as much since you're not a fan to begin with, but you finally understood the whole situation. You turned to him, the look on his face painted with worry, smiling forcibly.
"So that's you... and you had to go all the way up here."
You saw him in that sense, a worldwide star paying tons of money to get away and live ordinary because the world might be a big place, but sure is too small for him to live comfortably in. He taps his lap, you sat on it and wrapped your arms around him.
"I hope this day turned out the way you intend it to be... before you... head back in that wild place." You added, he smiled calmly assuring you.
"I'll be fine. I'm just glad I'm out of the enlistment. I never want to go back there." He sounded like a boy venting out on you.
He hugged you tight, you trace your fingertips on his hair.
The room was quiet, now it's just your body language doing all the talking.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, held his face and your lips crashing.
It was not the peckish kind but the ones where it feeds both hungry souls.
His arms tensed, carried you to the other side of the bed, he's now on top.
It was passionate, hot and sensual.
His then moved to your neck, those senses start to highten up, letting out soft moans.
Big, veiny, cold hands unraveled your robe slowly like a gift.
One then traveled down your thighs and he curled the fingers in a waving motion. From the neck to your chest, and your glands, with his other hand, he fondled it gently and sucked on the frozen hard peaks. All the strongest points of your body, feeling it all at once. Your back arched up, breathing hitched harmonizing with soft moans.
"Do you want me to put it in now, darling?" He whispered, you nodded and felt his third leg harden in between your thighs.
Your legs parted wider; face to face, you stare at each other's eyes just inches apart.
He puts it in slowly, you feel the stretch inch by inch. Breathing consistently gasping for air in the slow strokes. He moved slowly in motion, grinding in rhythm, he kisses your neck - your sense are so high. He held a grip on both sides of your hips and flipped you to be on top of him, he adjusted closer to the head of the bead.
In the sitting position, your hips rocked slowly on his - he looked so hot in those moans. You clutched on his sculpted shoulders and chest, he then pulled you from the back of your neck to reach for more kisses. "I'm coming out. God, you're so hot." His breathy growl, unleashed.
"Me too, oh god." You arched your back, feeling the hard stick hit your walls. He clawed tight on both sides of your waist, taking control; he pressed his hip deeper to your thighs and the motion changed to fast and hard, so this is what they meant when they bring you to cloud nine and you're at its peak. Clapping sounds of both skins echoed the room.
His was throbbing, a warm substance filled you up like cream in a puff pastry. Your thighs quivered, hips locked in a certain sensual feeling. He grabbed the box tissue on the bedside and cleaned you both up from the 'mess.' It ended with a tender kiss, both of you laughed it off.
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Flying back to Indonesia, you were greeted by your house maids instead. You went straight to your room to freshen up and bathe. Mamak is still quite frail yet managed to smile seeing you, Ayah always keeping it strong but softens up every time he sees his favorite daughter - you're the only girl in the sibling group anyway, that's his favorite dad joke.
"How's Europe for you, sayang." Your dad always making sure you're safe and taken care of.
"I'm fine, papa. First time bidding, probably the last. Mama, you have to stay strong until you find someone to bid for you. Too much for me." You told your mom, she just smiled - none of your brothers liked doing it for her even though they're more experienced.
"No worries, sayang. Papa will send someone instead so you can focus on art school more." Your dad is always setting the standard, you approached for a warm and tight embrace.
"Miss Amirah, a guest came to see you." The maid came in the room, your parents exchanged intrigued looks and so are you - who could it be?
You came downstairs, and saw a familiar silhouette at the receiving room, wearing a linen shirt and trousers.
"Hey." Your face is still puzzled what led him here.
He turned around and it is him - Namjoon, your Summer fling from Amsterdam.
"Well, there was probably a mix up with the shipment so I took it as a sign to bring it here for you personally." He smiled, you hugged him then realized, you don't know how your parents will react.
"Oh sayang, it's mommy's painting!" Your mom greeted Namjoon with joy, your father in defensive mode as usual.
"We are going to have a talk, young man." Your dad followed, sitting on his throne chair at the head of the seating arrangement of the room.
He willingly followed, kept the smile on his face and whispered in your ear as he passed by. "I told you. You're going to have a hard time getting rid of me."
