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"Girl, I thought you left us without a proper goodbye, I almost went to your house!" Somi exclaims as she pulls you in for a tight hug in the middle of the lobby outside Namjoon's office.

You pat Somi's back before pulling away, a small smile playing on your lips to avoid suspicion. You aren't sure if she's seen you leaving the Ceo's office and that makes you uneasy. Hence, the strained look on your face.

"Of course not. I've just been extremely busy the last few days." You explain half-heartedly, albeit the times you have sprawled on your boyfriend's office desk just a few minutes ago before you finally urged him to stop in case someone walked in on you both going at it like starved animals. Though neither of you has been open about your relationship, this is the first time you've returned since your little getaway.

Regardless of the disagreements you and Namjoon may have, you can't bring yourself to be upset with him because, in a way, he has a point. As much as you care about the public reaction, he doesn't.

That's the least of his worries. And for the time being, he is the only one in protest of hiding your relationship, for your sake. He knows you aren't ready yet.

Granted, you've had plenty of time to break the news to your parents, which may or may not have already reached their ears due to your rowdy younger brother, who may have decided to rat you out just because he is in disagreement with you and this entire 'situation-ship' you have with Namjoon, or whatever you want to call it.

As the big sister you are, you know better than to leave everything as is, and sooner than later, your first move should be mending things with Sunho. It's only a matter of letting your pride go and letting his fretting subside.

Instead of preparing for your first day of work at the law firm, the concerns of your family matter, and the little to no time Namjoon is giving you to pack your life and move in with him all in a matter of one week, feels overwhelming. It seems you hadn't planned out what's waiting for you once you finally resign from being Namjoon's assistant.

This is even more stressful. It's like you're back to square one— building your life back together.

You don't feel any regrets, but whatever challenges are yet to come, you know you have no other choice but to keep your head straight.

It's as if Somi senses your sorrows because she pulls you back in her embrace. "You'll miss us, right?"

You can't help but let out a small laugh.

"Gosh, you are so emotional. I'm not leaving the country, Somi."

She frowns and pulls away, adjusting her skirt. It's a relief to know you won't have to wear those pointy heels during long work hours, she thinks to herself. Being a part of Namjoon's team required a lot of energy and endurance, so the job no longer felt right. It's not that being a lawyer or working with a legal team will be any easier; you just think the hours of effort will be much more rewarding when you enjoy and love what you do.

It may not get easier, but it does feel good to be able to put your skills to good use this time.

"I know that," Somi agrees. "I just can't believe you're leaving us for good."

"Namjoon trusts your input as much as he did mine, you have nothing to worry about," you assure her and Somi looks at you with widened eyes.

"W-what...?" Somi croaks out, unsure of what she just heard from your mouth. "Did you just... call him by his name?"

Your jaw slacks and your cheeks flame. You open your mouth to speak, but she's already flaming you.

"Oh my God, Y/N!" She... squeals, much to your surprise. She catches the attention of others in the soundless lobby and you have to send them a painful smile.

"Quite down, Somi," you tell her. "You didn't hear anything."

"Oh, but I did," her smile deepens and there is a hint of mischief behind her squint. "I didn't want to believe it at first... but this just confirmed my suspicions."

"Suspicions? What suspicions?"

"You and bossman," she says. And again, you try to keep a stoic face and a steady heartbeat. There's no way she knows.

She makes a face as she studies your reaction. "At first I thought it was just me being overly... nosy. But when I saw you leaving bossman's house a few weeks  ago, that's when I thought—"

"We were working on signing deals!" You defend, truthfully. That night when you fell asleep at his place helping him with documents. "It's not the first time we've worked outside the office."

"No, no... that's what I believed at first." Somi is deep in her thoughts as she recollects her memories. "I thought it was a coincidence. You and bossman are both on leave at the same time. I asked Mr. Park for a ride back home and he refused. Then, he mentioned something to me about dropping off bossman at a Marina Club Yacht."

You press your mouth in a tight line. "What does that have to do with me, though?"

"Y/N!" Somi practically shakes her head. "Bossman was the one who asked me to arrange the two-person getaway."

"Still—"

"With your name on the list." She finishes off her sentence.

Your face falls.

Namjoon did what?!

✧ ✦ ✧

"Babe, please. I said I was sorry. I really didn't think it through when I said your name." Namjoon deeply frowns behind you as he trails your steps up the stairs of your apartment.

When you reach your door, you barely notice the old couple watching both of your figures disappear behind the door and by the subdued looks on your faces, they can tell.

"Are you really angry about a small thing?" Namjoon's deep voice resounds in the hall as you fish out your keys, your shoulders slouched and your head lower.

There is a deep line in both your expressions, though they decide to keep quiet and watch on as they sit outside on their plastic stools. Mr. Cho buries his face behind a Newspaper while his nosy wife pretends to water plants.

"Kids will be kids..." She chuckles to herself. "I still remember when we had our first argument."

"They're not kids, Sweetheart," her husband utters. "Plus you didn't talk to me for almost a month. I don't like to reminisce. It wasn't a good time."

Mrs. Cho snaps her attention to the old man and places a hand on her hip. "You would rather forget?!"

Mr. Cho's expression softens as he looks at her wife. He knows what this will lead to.

"That's not what I—"

"Oh, that's what you're exactly trying to say. It's not important to you," she raises her tone and sets down her watering can on the ground. "Am not important to you!?"

The old man goes back to his reading but not before getting a glimpse of you and Namjoon entering your apartment.

"Here we go again..."

✧ ✦ ✧

"Here we go again, Y/N," Namjoon is the first to speak when you throw your bag on the couch and storm into your bedroom with heavy stomps that shows Namjoon just how upset you are with his words.

"Are you really angry about a small thing?" His words can't seem to leave your mind and even if they didn't mean anything to him, you can't help but glower with insecurity.

"I can't believe we're fighting about this again," he sighs, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you remove your makeup from the bathroom.

Your hair is up in a high ponytail and he thinks you look gorgeous under the warm light. Wants to kiss your anger and frowns away but knows he shouldn't approach you when you're this upset with him. Believes he should just leave you alone but is also conflicted if he should let you go to sleep angry.

It stresses him out more than anything. He's been in multiple uncomfortable situations in his life and he can easily solve them, but this is nothing like that. You aren't a business plan or a billion-dollar deal that he knows he can easily attain. You mean more than that. And it stresses him out how he can never seem to figure you out, or how to resolve whatever is going on between the two of you.

It hasn't even been a long time since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Namjoon tries so hard to be a better boyfriend. He really does. But now, it seems like whatever he does, he fucks it up somehow.

When he sees you aren't responding to him, he lets out a deep breath.

"Y/N..."

You start brushing your teeth, ignoring the looks he's giving you through the mirror. When you finish, you turn your back on him and rummage through the drawers in your room, taking out fresh clothes.

"Baby..."

"I don't want to talk about this right now. I need a shower," you tell him as you head back to your walk-in shower, warming up the water.

Namjoon stays silent as he tries not to look while you stripping your thin blouse and blue jeans.

"Where are your manners?" You pause and meet his dark gaze over your bare shoulder. Your undergarments are still on but you know it might as well be off by the way he looks at you with familiar need.

"I'm just matching your energy," his sassy tone makes your veins warm. Your body is flaming but you blame it on the steam that's starting to fog up the bathroom.

"Fucking leave," you scowl at him even though what you're currently feeling isn't anger or hate, but purely sexual tension. And you hate it. You hate how you're thinking of ways to make your shower trip a memorable one.

Before you can even move in your spot, Namjoon reaches you in a second, his left hand encasing your waist while he locks both of your jaws with the other one. His hungry mouth finds yours in heat and you groan against his hot breath once he forces his tongue into your mouth.

Your bare back hits the cold glass surrounding the cramped cubicle. "Fuck—"

"You don't get to be all sassy on me, woman," he mumbles against your lips despite your harsh biting. In return, Namjoon hisses and pulls away his forehead creasing.

You mimic his exasperation. Yours, though, remains unchanged. His? It's gone in a blink and is replaced with amusement. It makes you livid that he isn't taking you seriously.

It's not helping that he looks like a sex god on foot with his chest all buffed out beneath his white dress shirt and the buttons barely holding on for dear life. He'd left the suit in the car in a hurry to follow you back into your apartment before he gets locked out, hair unruly and veins decorating his arms and neck.

Your snarls only make him feel all rebellious and enraptured.

God, he's so in love with you. Even your anger elates him. Sends him to the edge. Makes him crave you even more.

"I fucking hate—"

You don't get to finish your sentence because he goes back to crash his mouth on yours. "You don't. You fucking love me, I know."

"Hmph..." The small sounds coming from your throat are drowned out by the sound of water splattering against the shower floor. "Namjoon—"

"Shhh, baby..." He whispered, "I know."

With your head trapped against the wall behind you, Namjoon quickly undresses. Next to your discarded clothes on the floor, his black slacks join, then his expensive watch on the counter where your skincare is placed.

"Stop me if you don't want this," he tells you softly, forehead leaning against yours. Your eyes flutter when he drops his gaze on your swollen lips and he licks his own.

You dare look down to find him in his boxers. His hard length taut through his Calvins and it makes your breath hitch when you feel it poking against your lower abdomen.

"You're looking at it," he comments smartly.

"I'm just matching your energy."

✧ ✦ ✧

"You are?" You hear the sound of your boyfriend's husky voice behind you as he emerges from your bathroom.

It was only an hour ago that you both got lost in each other in your shower and let's just say it was what you needed after a long day. Angry sex. Other than the sore feeling between your legs from him eating you out for as long as you can remember, you feel way better than before.

Now, you're in the middle of taking out clothes from your tiny closet and stuffing them in storage boxes in the middle of your bedroom. You hold out two different nightdresses and show them to Namjoon. "Which one should I take with me?"

Namjoon studies the two different styles and something sparks in his orbs. The dresses shouldn't affect him when he imagines how good you would look in them, but it does.

"Babe?" You pull him out of his daze, oblivious to the dirty thoughts invading his mind. "I'm asking you a question."

Instead of eyeing your nipples poking through the material of the oversized white shirt you're wearing, he focuses on one of the dresses in your right hand and tilts his head in thought. It's in pale, pink satin, not to mention the length. The other one is purple, but the deep plunge it would create down your breast makes him livid.

They're both short in length, he notes, and by the looks of it, the dresses would barely cover your ass if ever the flimsy fabric rides up during your sleep.

How would he behave himself then?

Namjoon trusts you, but he doesn't trust himself. He's only a man after all.

He goes to wrap his around your waist lovingly, earning a giggle from you when he goes to place his chin on your shoulder.

"Bring them both, babe." He says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your earlobe.

You shake your head and bend down to fold them neatly on top of the pile inside the box. You hear a low groan as you come up.

"Babe... What are you doing?" Namjoon asks, flustered when you find him painfully frozen in his spot.

"What?" You send him a skeptical look. "I thought you said to leave my clothes here?"

He blinks and when you look down, not only do you realize that he's only covered with one of your towels but the prominent tent on his lower half.

Your mouth forms an 'o'.

"Put something else in your mouth, mhm?" He scratches the back of his head. His smirk disappears as soon as it had come when you push him aside to reach your nightstand.

Namjoon immediately follows with a pout.

"Joon, I'm sore."

He stands beside you as you get comfortable under the thick duvet you had newly changed for him. You bury your nose to inhale a whiff of the laundry detergent and flutter your lids in delight. There is no better feeling.

"Your mouth isn't."

"Joon!" Your eyes fly open in feigning disgust.

Laughter reverberates from his chest as he gently pushes your body onto the other side to occupy the space you've warmed for yourself, causing you to whine childishly.

"Ugh, you're invading my space," you whine despite the way your body instantly moves to accommodate his larger one. The bed is warmer with Namjoon and your arms automatically adjust around his naked torso.

You're glad he isn't naked anymore and wears old basketball shorts Sunho left when he came and visited for a while. It's a bit short but you're surprised it fits your boyfriend because he is much bulkier than your younger sibling, though Sunho is lean and tall.

Ignoring your comment, Namjoon throws the towel around his neck to the carpet before he turns and faces you so he can get a glimpse of your small head laying on his bare chest.

His full lips stretch out into a full grin as he tucks a loose strand of your eyes.

"Well you're going to have to get used to it, baby," Namjoon tells you. His left hand decorates your neck and you think the sight beats any jewelry— even the expensive gift he'd given you almost a month ago. Your eyes flutter unknowingly at the sensation of his thumb going up the shape of your ear and down where your collarbone hollows.

"Sleepy?" He quietly asks you, dimming the room with the remote on the bedside table.

You hum, scooting closer to his warmth as if you aren't close enough. Namjoon notices and grabs the back of your thigh to place your legs over his waist. When his fingers apply a bit more pressure to your inner thigh in a form of a massage, you husk a satisfied hum and press a small kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck.

"I love you, Joon."

Namjoon goes still.

"D-did you just—"

"I did," you assure him. "I love you, my handsome man."

Arghhh!! Fluff overload! Thank you for always reading and supporting this book. We are so close to the end so please be patient with me. I am a struggling college student and it's always difficult to find time to write. This is only a hobby of mine and I don't ever dream of going big or whatnot. As always, I appreciate my small little world.

If you like my writing, please check out my other work and I look forward to creating more in the future!

Also, I am seeing Yoongi on tour!!! I still can't believe it but this is the first EVER concert that I will be attending <3