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no context just y/n in this chapter 🌚

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"Is seeing me comparable to seeing a celebrity you only see on television?"

You catch Jin's eye, and he sure knows the answer to that just by looking at your frozen state in the middle of the room.

You're puzzled as to how Jin got into the house, but you realize he must've had a spare key when he came to see his brother every now and again.

"Y/N," Namjoon moves towards you. "I swear I didn't know he'd be here today. When I came downstairs he was already helping himself to last night's leftovers. I was going to come upstairs and warn you-"

"Warn her?" Jin gasps in offense, draining his cup of straight black coffee and glaring scornfully at his younger brother. "Is my presence really that unwanted?" It was merely his means of releasing tension in the air.

"I'm sorry, Jin. I was just a little surprised." You turn to him, a little flustered in your current state. It wasn't anyone else's fault and you knew there was no getting out of this one. Seokjin was anything but clueless. He knows what you were both up to the previous night.

The clothes you're wearing and the clear message tells him you just got out of the shower, and not from the guest room on the first floor, is sufficient proof. Not even Namjoon could fool him. People were bound to find out sooner or later. Whether you like it or not.

"Don't be such a stranger, Y/N," Jin says, rupturing out laughter as he always does. "You'll soon be my sister-in-law. Please, have a seat. I was just teaching this one how to fry eggs and make waffles."

Swallowing your nerves and cooling your tomato-like face, you acquiesce and circle the island, stopping beside your partner to see what he has been up to.

This sight of him with nothing but an apron and sweatpants makes your skin hot, but you don't show it while his older brother is in the same room, narrowing his eyes like a fucking hawk.

When he finally comprehends what you're doing, he tries to move you away from the stove but ultimately fail when he realizes how stubborn you are.

"I'll take over from here."

"No, you go take a seat. I'll redo the eggs again, I accidentally turned the heat to the highest setting." He mutters frustratingly under his breath.

You grab another apron from the rack, tie it around your waist, and usher to his aide.

Namjoon is about to grasp the stainless by the handle, but you immediately pull him away with a hiss before he can touch the burning pan.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" You scolded him with a dissatisfied frown, temporarily forgetting about Seokjin's presence.

"I was gonna switch it out with a clean pan," Namjoon explains, stepping back.

You shake your head at him and start to salvage the eggs but not before throwing them out and putting oil on the pan. "You can do the dishes instead," you ordered.

Jin clears his throat, frustrated at being ignored and excluded. He feels like a third wheel in your presence, and he's not sure he can be under the same roof for more than an hour. "So, when is the wedding? Mom and Dad are becoming antsy." He mutters casually as if it were the most trivial of subjects to discuss.

Namjoon puts on the bright yellow gloves that hang above the sink, snapping his head in the direction of his brother. "We are not discussing this with you, Hyung."

"But you didn't disagree." As the muscles in your shoulders tense, you hear Seokjin chuckle behind you. "I'm sure you've both talked about it, right? If you live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, and are sexually active-"

"Hyung, that's enough," Namjoon finally says, turning off the water to get a closer look at his brother's smug smile. Oh, how he wishes he could wipe it away with his fist. He'd warn him if you weren't in the same room for perhaps making you feel uncomfortable with his queries.

Seokjin lifts his brow. "Look, Namjoon-ah, you don't have to explain anything to me. As your brother, I'm just concerned, that's all. I'm sure Y/N understands what I'm trying to say, right, Y/N?" He turns to you as you nod in response.

Once the eggs are done cooking, you plate them and turn off the heat.

"Yes, I am aware of that. Don't worry," you say as you remove the apron and replace it in its proper spot. Namjoon sees you approaching him and can't help but smile at your eagerness to reply to his brother.

It was reassuring to know you weren't bothered by the unexpected interrogation. It wasn't his intention to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, but at your request, he had to resist the impulse to inform his family about it.

"We've talked about it before," you comment, smiling at the man hovering next to you as your fingers comb the back of his hair. It was pointless hiding it now because Jin had discovered the attraction between the both of you even before you realized it. "But right now, our priorities aren't aligned."

Namjoon shifts on his bare feet as he feels an unwelcoming feeling in the pit of his stomach after hearing your words. He has no idea what it is, but it's not something he could explain even if he tried.

"Is that right?" Jin's gaze falls on his brother. He doesn't say anything for a duration, but when you finally smile up at him with your radiating eyes, he clears his throat and hums in agreement.

"Well if everything is clear between you two, then that's all that matters." Jin says, "I'm guessing you haven't told anyone else about...this?"

"We're planning on telling them when the time is right," Namjoon speaks for the two of you. "We'll visit home whenever Y/N is ready."

"I uh..." When they both look at you, you murmur and run your palm down the side of your face. "I was thinking we should go visit my parents this weekend?" You take a breather after observing Namjoon's reaction.

"Of course, only if you want to come along. But, if your schedule is packed that day, I can just go alone."

Immediately, his focus on his brother ceases and he's smiling from ear to ear as he closes the distance between you. "Are you kidding? Of course, I wanna go."

"My sister will be joining us, with Yaji and Inso. If that's okay with you."

"That's fine," Namjoon says as he gently places his left hand on your nape, the husk in his tone sends chills traveling down your spine. "We can use the SUV so they can be more comfortable, okay?"

Your upper lip twitches. "That's perfect."

"Excuse me, hello? What about me?" Hearing Jin's voice, you finally snap out of your little world and realize he's glaring at the both of you from the stool.

"You will be leaving," Namjoon places both hands on his hips. "But I thought you weren't going to the office today?"

"I'm not," Namjoon says as he urges you to take a seat on an occupied stool. He grabs a bowl of sliced fresh fruits you can only assume he did it himself since the pineapple, berries, and Kiwi still has the remaining stem stuck to them. You softly giggle at his efforts and begin with your meal.

"It tastes better than it looks. I promise."

"Mhm, I didn't say anything."

"And I can tell when you're judging me with those eyes."

"Stop it..."

Snickering, Seokjin jumps out of his seat and gathers his wallet and car keys from the counter. "I see how it is, brother." He mutters, flashing Namjoon a look. The younger scoffs and pushes his brother out of the kitchen.

"It's nothing personal," he shrugs. "You're staying in Seoul for the week so we'll have plenty of time to catch up."

"I know you want me gone so you both can have the house for yourselves."

"Ah, Hyung!" Namjoon warns him, thrusting Seokjin's loafers in his hand.

Jin frowns, feigning his sadness. "Namjoon-ah, you're already kicking me out?"

"I need my rest," Namjoon shrieks, ruffling his unruly long hair in frustration as you marvel at the sight before you.

You never thought seeing two grown men bicker like six-year-olds could be this entertaining, especially since Namjoon has never strayed from his role as the laid-back, always put-together CEO. When Seokjin is present, he truly feels like the little brother.

It's refreshing to see.

It simply reminds you of how simple and enjoyable life is with your two siblings. Although you bickered and argued more in your earlier years, you would never trade them for anything. Never wished to be the only child to feel your parents' love and affection.

As the middle child, you'd become the peacemaker in the house and whenever arguments arose, you never sided with anyone.

It was like that for a long time, until you decided to move out into the larger metropolis.

Your parents, understandably, were not thrilled with your decision. It would mean breaking free from their grasp, but also from their worry that one day Seoul would swallow you whole and never chew you back out.

In some ways, they were correct.

It had to be done, though.

You could never imagine living in a small town and being stuck there for the rest of your life without seeing see the wider picture. Trying to figure out what it could be. What it would be like to have more options, possibilities, and freedom.

You weren't going to leave now, especially since you had another reason to stay.

"Alright, alright. I'm going." Seokjin quickly puts on his shoes, giving the younger one a pat on the shoulder before he passes you an apologetic smile.

"Go on now," Namjoon urges him to leave right away but Jin holds himself back.

"Sorry we met like this," he grins sheepishly. "Let's catch up another time, Y/N. Just us two." His last sentence causes Namjoon to block his view of you waving him goodbye in the kitchen, an annoyed expression etched across his face.

"Don't be jealous, brother," Jin teased, "You'll have all the time in the world with her. Let me have my moment, too."

"What moment?" Namjoon's tone turns firm. "She's my girlfriend, not yours. Get your own."

"Joon!" You shake your head in disbelief. "Let him go now. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. Thank you for visiting, Jin. It was great seeing you."

"See?" Jin points out. "This is why she's my favorite sister-in-law."

Oh, lord.

"Bye, Hyung." Namjoon sighs, finally getting the door to open after struggling to push the man out of his home. "You better keep your end of the deal. No telling Mom and Dad yet."

"I won't—" Jin's words get cut off when the door shuts in his face. When Namjoon turns to look at you sitting prettily in his kitchen, a heavy sigh escapes him.

"Are you angry at me?" He is the first to speak. You take a drink of water and dry your lips as he makes his way to you.

"Why would I be?"

"Maybe because you didn't plan on telling anyone about us yet..."

"Mhm, no." You tell him. "I've thought about it and I think it's time. I don't want to lie to my parents and I think it's unfair for me to ask you to do the same to your parents."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You give him your assurance. "Plus, you've been dying to tell them all about us." You taunted, recalling his words from the night you made it official.

How could you forget the look on his face when you asked him not to tell anyone yet?

"I wasn't dying to tell anyone about us," he says, as a slight crease emerges between the smooth skin on his brow. Dropping your fork onto your empty plate, you draw him in by the waist. He instantly obliges, pulling your face to his lips before kissing the tip of your nose.

"Sure you weren't," you say, softly threading your fingers around his apron ties. Namjoon licks the side of his lips, immediately noticing what you're seeking.

He should have predicted it.

You'd always been the one to rile him up in places he wasn't expecting it just to mess with him a little. So determined, and devious, Namjoon thought. It was all over for him once you saw him with an apron on.

"Are you really staying for the day?" Curiosity gets the better of you as your legs wrap around his hips.

Namjoon lets you know with a low chuckle that the quick action caused his shirt to creep up your waist, showing your lace underwear that he can't take his eyes off of.

"I took the day off to take care of you."

"Is that so?"

He assists you in removing the material covering him and once done, he throws it elsewhere on the counter, leaving his chest bare. When he strokes the contour of your lower lip with his thumb, his brown eyes become somewhat darker and cloudier. "I might or might not have told Mrs. Cho to take the day off..."

A glint flashes in your eyes. "You planned this, didn't you, Mr. Kim?"

His morning began with both of you waking up in each other's embrace, and he was overjoyed, but that happiness was diminished once he took over the kitchen and felt he could whip up an adequate breakfast.

Turns out, all those hours spent watching you cook didn't help him much, and he was, to put it mildly, disappointed in himself.

Namjoon intended to woo you, and what better way than through your stomach? He didn't have big hopes for himself at first, but he did want to get things right for once. He's never been really good at anything outside of his work.

Now, he was sweaty. And a little frustrated.

The only bright side was the way you looked. The rise of your delicate breasts would continue to produce friction through the flimsy cotton shirt and distract him as you drew closer to him. Droplets of water were creeping down the tips of your hair, and the sheen on your skin made you look even sexier, and delectable.

He was captivated by the flush on your cheeks and the small quiver on your lips and recall how he had made you appear just like that in his bedroom. When his face was buried between your thighs, your knees were tightly wrapped around his taut shoulders, and your fingers were pulling at his hair. When he drew you closer on his soft tongue while letting out little groans, whines, and calls of his name into the air.

Namjoon clenches his teeth, unable to refrain from reacting despite his efforts to ignore the heat that poured over him, this time not from the strenuous task of cooking.

You smack your lips and draw away from him, your attention shifting outside the lawn.

No passersby crossing the streets would see the inside from the broad land and driveway leading up to the gates, yet Namjoon had the drapes open wide, letting the sunshine into the room, and you thought of your privacy at that moment.

"What are you thinking about?" He questions, although he is ninety percent sure he knows what it is.

You clench your thighs to alleviate the tingling in your core and the moisture that's building up. "I'm supposed to go to work today."

"It's ten already. I already called them for you."

"Wow," you enthused, clicking your tongue. "You did plan this."

"No..." Namjoon murmured. But you don't know what to believe. It all goes far out of your head when you can practically see the bulge straining against his sweatpants.

Fuck.

With great effort, you try to act like you don't see it. Then, he presses himself closer to you, stopping right when his pelvis is poking your belly button.

"Maybe we should finish cleaning up," you suggest all too innocently.

"...And then what?" Namjoon reaches for your long brown hair, stroking it behind your ear and looking into your eyes, until he abruptly starts to ball it up in one hand and tugs a bit too roughly, sending a scorching yet delightful sensation through your body and forcing your lids shut.

"We're going to..." He pulls on your hair once more, but this time he buries his nose in your neck before licking a stripe and using his molars.

"To what?" He challenges. "Finish your sentence, baby."

"We're going to...sleep."

"Is that so?" He pretends as if he isn't already slipping his left hand under your shirt and dragging your lace panties down your thighs.

"Mhm... fuck."

Your eyes struggle to stay open for more than a minute when he begins to caress your inner thighs.

"Open, baby." He ordered and when you do just that, you're immediately caught off guard when you find him bringing it to his nose and inhales a whiff of your scent.

What the fuck.

"Fuck, you smell so good, love. I could eat you out all fucking day."

Then, just as you're analyzing the scene in front of you, which elicits an array of feelings, he shoves the burgundy fabric inside your mouth.

"Taste yourself." Namjoon insists as he raises his eyebrows before you hesitantly nod and do as told, momentarily sucking in the flimsy material around your mouth. You could've sworn you heard him moan when he pushes a thumb into your mouth and he can feel each swirl of your tongue mixing with your cum.

Along with your satisfied hums, the movement of his middle finger circling your clit causes you to press your nose into his shoulder, breaths becoming heavier as you inhale his scent. His skin is sweaty but you couldn't care less because the feeling of his fingers going in and out of you was all that consumed your mind.

"Fuck," you exclaim as he lifts you off the stool and places you back on your bare feet. "Are we addicted to sex?"

"No," he replied rather too quickly. "We don't have enough of it."

Without notice he turns you around with your stomach pressed against the edge of the marble top, cheek pressed against the chilly surface. In the corner of your eye, you notice a flour mixture on it, too. And within a second, you hear him hiss something under his breath.

"No more condoms," he informs, frustrated. "We can't."

"Just... Just go without it," you respond without even thinking much of it. You don't see Namjoon wide-eyed and speechless behind you with his cock out. If he really wanted, he could inch a bit closer and he would be able to slip inside of you. "I'm on birth control. I think we'll be fine."

"...Are you sure? We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just tell me, okay?" He sounds more worried than you. Worried or nervous? About what, exactly? Wasn't he the one wanting to have babies with you? Yet he's still a gentleman even with how painful his erection is.

You want him so bad.

But he needs you more.

"We've both gotten tested and we haven't slept with anyone else in the past months," you explain, "I think we're good."

"Okay, I'll go slow," he rasps as he put your ass up closer to his length. The friction causes you to hum.

"Fuck, no. I want it fast," you whine, glancing at him over your shoulder. "I can't wait for long."

He blows out a slow breath, he cracks a tiny grin while he palms your soft flesh. "You want it that bad, baby?" He teases you further.

His teasing shouldn't turn you on even more but you can't help it. "For fucks sake, yes. Now push it inside of me." The heat in your core mixed with a bit of irritation and stubbornness makes you act out, firing something primal inside of him.

As much as you wanted to feel him without any barrier separating your bodies, a part of you feared the concept of being sexually active without adopting safety precautions with any other partner in life. You made it obvious to him that you were still not in the right stage in your life to have a baby, but he hasn't been frank with you about it.

It's not that you don't trust him with your body; it's just that you've guarded that part of your life for so long that having physical intimacy with someone is still new.

Namjoon would occasionally crack jokes with you during conversations, but he always respected your decision. That, however, says nothing about his stand on the matter.

Your thoughts are short-lived when he finally inserts his length into you, causing you to gently groan at the pain of him slowly stretching you out. His huge hands encircle you from behind, spreading your cheeks apart. The chilly air brushes against your thighs, your cunt throbbing for him.

"Oh, fuck."

"Almost there, baby."

That wasn't all of it?

You feel every inch of him, much different than before, and even if he's still thrusting himself inside you, you know it'll be difficult to return to utilizing safety precautions when it feels this incredible. While your body shudders, Namjoon lets out a deep, almost indistinct moan into the air. Your hands weakly squeeze his arm that encircles your neck as he slowly fills your warm walls.

When his bicep closes around your airway and you're panting for air, you croak out, almost choking. You love it. You love it so much that you let him headlock you without any protests.

"Joon..."

"Take what I'm giving you," he demands, just as impatient as you, but he keeps his cool, prioritizing you over his own climax.

"F-faster!" Your eyes flutter as you plead. He's taking his sweet fucking time when you're on the verge of losing it. "I'm so close."

Namjoon grasps your hips and massages your flesh there. "You feel so good," he husks into your ear, and when you finally feel the pain decrease, you tug on his bicep, urging him to quicken his pace.

"Don't stop," you cry out, palms flat beside your head as he pushes in and out of you with low growls, ramming inside of you with no intention of stopping until he gets you to your end.

"Don't plan to, love."

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