#kim namjon fic

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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

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If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2

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[bibbykins]

Thrills Found On Solid Ground (M)

A/N: I snagged a work at home job! (yay!) Less hours though, which is bittersweet. I will be a little strapped for cash, so I will link my ko-fi below and anything helps, really. I am considering opening up comisions, if anyone would like that, let me know! Less hours means way more time to write so color me a happy camper. As way to celebrate positive changes, and in honor of me putting in my two weeks at my current job, enjoy the next installment in the Soft Yandere BTS fics! Let me know how you feel about it, and I hope you enjoy. 

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst if you squint a bit

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: yandere tendencies, toxic traits, obsessive and posessive male, subtly unhealthy relationship, vaginal sex, cunnilingus

Summary: You had always been an idiot, you mistook this as being a risk-taker, a wild adrenaline junkie. As a result, you found yourself on some dating app, then on a bad date, then on a skywalk 1,000 ft above ground. Looking down, you felt impending doom, clutching to anything, or anyone, you could. You couldn’t have known the stanger you clutched onto, in the middle of two skyscrapers, too high above solid ground, had no plans to let you go.

The sky was clear, the wind combed through your scalp gently, and you watched the world below go about their daily routine. It was a cool day with an overcast, especially for summer, and you would have much rather stayed inside to witness it. 

The sky was an ocean to drown in, the air was unbelievably thin, and the people below just looked like little ants to squash with your body hurling to the concrete. 

What the fuck were you doing up here?! 

You never take risks like this. The harness was choking you out and all you wanted to do was lay down in bed, but here you were: 2,000 ft above your comfort zone and shaking in the middle of log suspended in the sky, the next step looking farther and farther. 

It was a dumb idea to put adrenaline junkie in you online dating profile. It was even dumber of you to try and live up to it.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was making his merry way along the gapped bridge. He was in black slacks and a gray button-up, feeling a bit silly with the harnas as well as he walked along in his Oxfords. It was the perks of being a PR head, enjoying the more wild attractions sponsored by the company he was executive for. However, this time, he was to see if this was worthwhile to put the company's name on. Ever the stickler, he only ever trusted his opinion on the matter and not a subordinate's. 

He hopped along each log with a small smile, dimples prominent. Yes, he was enjoying himself, but he did feel quite ludicrous in his work clothes hopping along the city skyline. He was still having a good experience, it was serene yet daring, he could see the prospective hype. He felt almost like-

“I'm gonna die!” Namjoon jumped at the pure panic less than five feet behind him, causing him to turn around and bear witness to the scene you hadn't intended to make.

There you were, lip quivering, knees shaking, body quaking entirely as your hands searched desperately for something to hold you steady, “I'm the biggest fucking idiot!” You wailed as staff members began to strap themselves in to retrieve you. However, when the bridge shook with one of their jumps onto the bridged, you begged them to stop, the tears pouring from your face in a way Namjoon had never seen, or bothered to look at before.

It was a pitiful sight, really. You were a pretty girl, and judging by your presentation, only did this as a way to boost confidence. In his study of you, Namjoon hadn't noticed the way you hopped onto his log the moment he was about to turn around. You grasped his hand and he could feel the gravity of your fear.

“Hey, hey.” Your eyes were screwed shut on the log as you held this strangers hand, his voice trying to bring you back to reality, “You… alright?” You shook your head.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon had no knowledge of what to do. A girl was shaking violently and looking to him, of all people, to soothe her. At work, most people avoided his eyes in fear of being reprimanded. He was domineering and had a demanding presence, but here you were, demanding some comfort from him.

“I'm stupid.” You mumbled as you pushed your head into his chest, making a blush of shock and embarrassment bloom on his cheeks. He wasn’t used to such skinship, let alone from a woman. This was more intimate than his run-of-the-mill tussle in the sheets with one-night stands. He should be shoving you away, but you were so, so, soft.  “This is why I never leave my house.” 

There was something endearing about the odd scenario that Namjoon fought down. He had been through such a song and dance. He's been the love at first sight guy and it never went well. He was not a boy anymore, he was a businessman, one of the most intimidating executives, and yet, you clung to him like a ledge keeping you upright.

Namjoon didn't know what else to do but comfort you as he embraced you shaking form in his arms, “I doubt it,” He spoke softly, “What's your name?” He didn't know what he was doing, but this felt right enough.

“Y/n, you?” You jumped when you felt the bridge move, squeezing the stranger before you a little harder, making yourself cringe at how unsightly you were being, sighing out in a labored cry, “I’m so annoying.” You whimpered.

In reality, Namjoon should let the workers come retrieve you. The logical part of him knew this much. This was more than likely not an uncommon occurrence and they were trained to do this sort of rescue mission. Even so, he wasn't ready to relinquish his rights as safe haven to someone who carelessly shook the bridge and you to the very core.

Namjoon glared to the worker, gesturing to the sign that demanded only two people on the bridge at a time, to which the worker retracted, “Namjoon.” He felt a wave of inexplicable panic crash through him when he felt your grip loosen from his shirt, “Are you ready to walk-”

You shook your head, “I'm an idiot for even getting up here.” Evidently, you couldn't think straight.

“You certainly don't seem like an idiot.” His deep voice soothed your racing thoughts, “Maybe a little naive but-”

“Tell me about it.” You breathed a shaky laugh, “Would you believe me if I told you I was on a date?” 

His jaw tightened. Who in their right mind would consider this a good date idea for a recluse? He scanned the area only to see an irritated guy shaking his head before proceeding to the exit. Good. He would only get in the way. 

“First one too, so I don't see a second one happening.” You chuckled a bit, enjoying the feeling of the mystery man rubbing your back, “Considering I look more like yours.”

Mine. Mine. Mine. It didn't have a bad ring to it. Maybe the isolation kept his sanity at bay as the smell of your hair grew more and more intoxicating.

“And especially since you've found a new date during it.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and the flirting distracted you from the way he picked you up ever so slightly and took a step towards the next log. His legs were long enough to walk over the gap of sky you so feared.

“What a terrible date you're on then.” You giggled a bit, eyes simply closed as opposed to slammed shut.

“I beg to differ.” He took another step as you were none the wiser, “I've known you for less than an hour and I'm already thinking of where our next one will be.” Now the only thing keeping your eyes closed was the embarrassment of the effect his deep voice had on you.

“H-Hopefully not stranded in the middle of two skyscrapers.” You offered a chuckle as Namjoon made it across to the last step.

“Who's stranded?” His smug voice prompted you to look down only to see concrete. Sweet, sweet concrete.

The shriek of joy you let out when you noticed the stable ground under you was reward enough for Namjoon. When you wrapped your arms around his neck to engulf him in your form, it was bliss, “You're a magician!” You gushed, “I didn't even notice! I barely even felt it! I can't believe I'm alive!” Never in his life had Namjoon seen someone so expressive and fearlessly full of emotion. You went as far as kissing his check, “My fucking hero right here!” You squealed.

Namjoon's body almost seized when he felt your soft lips on his face. You were indeed naive, however, he quite enjoyed what it meant for him. The feeling of your body against his and lips on his face was addicting. He didn't want to let you go. Ever. You were a feeling he had been chasing for what feels like years and he didn't even know it. You were a missing chunk to a fulfilling life he thought he had. He could not let you walk to ground level without a promise to see you again, and again, and again, and-

“Holy moly!” Your gasp snapped Namjoon back to the present. Your eyes were wide as you scanned his face, “You're so pretty!” Your hands cupped his face, “You're like straight out of a romance novel.” You mused mindlessly, you evidently had no filter or sense of personal space. He wondered if you grew up deprived of personal touch or with it all along. Namjoon lost himself in the wonder you held in your eyes. You had a certain innocence that he couldn't quite understand, so trusting. It was in his starlorn gaze that you shook yourself back to reality, “Oh my, I am making a terrible first impression.” You murmured, hands beginning to robotically retract only to have Namjoon hold them in place, “Just touching on you like that, so creepy.” You scolded yourself.

“I beg to differ.” He mused and you realized how well his voice fit his adonis-like face. His smile was warm, making you forget the chill of being up so high. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, “You're hands are… soft.” It was a warm smile with two of the cutest dimples you've seen to accompany it.

“I'm a sculptor-artist-uh-person.” You fumbled through the sentence, not wanting to seem like you're bragging or assigning a title to yourself, “Hence the touching, your facial proportions are really pleasing to the eye and-”

“So are yours.” The giggle that left your mouth was embarrassing to say the least. Never had you been this blatantly flirted with. Never had you liked flirting this much.

“You’re trying to make me swoon right off this roof, huh?” You smiled as you wiped the dried tears around your eyes, trying to salvage whatever makeup was left.

“If there’s anything I've proven today,” He leaned down to look you in the eyes, “It’s that the only way I’m letting you fall,” He brought his mouth to your ear and you shivered, “is if it’s for me.”

“You’re silly.” You broke out into a contagious smile.

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“And just like that, he enchanted me.” You sighed willfully, “He’s really such a prince.” You mused, eyes closing to envision him, “We've been kinda seeing each other for a little over three months, and it’s been great, so I’m trying to surprise him today with a cute coffee break at work, but I’ve never seen him in action in the serious business world, so I’m nervous.”

The barista at the counter gave you an uneasy smile, “That’s nice, ma’am, so uh… would that be with cream and sugar?” 

Your eyes snapped open, “Sorry, right, coffee,” You smacked your cheeks lightly.

“You’re holding up the line!” A man groaned behind you as the other two people behind him avoided eye contact.

“Like yelling at me is gonna make me go faster!” You retorted before turning to the barista, “Yes, please, sorry.” You smiled and he returned it before handing you your tray with two coffee cups and a scone accompanied by a chocolate croissant, “Thank you!” You called as you walked out of the shop, throwing a glare to the man, “Have a great day.” You quipped to him before making your way into the main floor of the skyscraper.

The secretary seemed to assume you were Namjoon’s assistant and informed you that he was on floor 27 and in meeting room 2. You didn’t bother to correct her, instead, you sent her a bright smile as you made your plight to the 27th floor. Your stomach was churning and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the climb or the impromptu date you were trying to have. What if he was embarrassed by you? He was evidently out of your league, even if he never made you feel like that was the case. He was the most gentle and kind man you had ever encountered, but he did say he was different at work. Would he not want you here? Were you being too clingy? He did say he missed you this morning, but he also could have been just saying that. It had only been a couple weeks since you have been dating and he hadn't even kissed your lips yet. Maybe he saw you as more of a friend instead of what you wanted. Maybe you should just go home.

The ding of the elevator told you it was too late to turn back now. 

You put on a brave face as you turned a couple of corners to find meeting room 2. You opted to wait until the meeting was over prior to going on. At least that was the plan, until the door swung open to hit your head reveal a string of stiff men and women all leading up to a very straight-faced Namjoon. The man who opened the door seemed to be sweating with a fearful look in his eyes as you rubbed your head.

 “Ow, sorry.” You murmured, “Definitely my fault for standing so close-”

“Hwang, what is the matter now…” Namjoon's stern voice quickly trailed off as he met your eyes. The hardness in his eyes immediately softened, only to harshen when he noticed one hand rubbing your head and a look of pain crossing your face, “Meeting is adjourned, we will continue after lunch.” Namjoon spoke up to the bewildered room as he strode to your side, replacing your hand with his as he swiftly took the carrier from your other hand, “Maybe then you will have something worthy of my time to show me.” He quipped as he walked you wordlessly to his office. You took note of the shiver that ran down each of the employee's spines, none of them even taking note of your experience with their heads down in shame or fear, or both.

Namjoon's office was spacious to say the least, most likely half of your apartment. He was so silent you had wondered if you made him angry too. However, as soon as the door shut, he placed the tray on a coffee table and pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on your head, “Joonie-”

“Are you alright?” He mumbled on the small bump you were developing. You were bewildered at the sudden affection. It was a definite switch from the scary businessman you encountered earlier, “Sweet pea?”

You snapped out of your thoughts with a small jolt, “Yeah, it's just a little dink.” You smiled softly against his chest, “Nothing to fret over.” You sighed softly in his embrace as a smirk grew on your face, “Sweet pea, huh?”

His chest vibrated with a small chuckle as he loosened his grip to look at you properly. His hands cradled your face as he stared at you with a genuine smile, the one you knew and loved, “Sweet pea indeed.” He hummed, “I find it suits you well.” You felt your face heat at this and your face told Namjoon the situation on its own as his smile grew more smug, “So, what has you gifting me with your presence today?”

Namjoon was always happy to see you. Admittedly, too happy. He felt himself falling into a certain love for you that he found to be timed way too soon. He felt his emotions begin to scare him, and he felt a strong need to fire the idiot that hit you with the door. However, when you were with him, everything was okay, just like you said it was. You were the master to his emotions and it terrified him.

“I wanted to surprise you with a small coffee date.” You chirped, “Surprise?” You presented the coffee on the table with a small smile.

Namjoon sat the both of you down on the white leather couch he had in his office, “Thank you.” He was the first to break the silence and you returned it with a quaint smile, “However, I can't help but feel like you're muting yourself.”

You were stiff as a board when he said that. Initially, it was a surprise date, but the elevator ride gave you time to doubt everything. Ideally, you wanted to get clarification on what Namjoon wanted from you, but the words were like a lump of clay in the back of your throat. If you said one, they would all come out.

“Well, it's stupid, really.” You nervously let out a small chuckle, “Childish, possibly?” Your eyes were transfixed on the leather below you.

His hand went to grip your chin and pull your eyes back go him. Your gaze was a drug, “Give me your thoughts, sweet pea.” 

You shivered as you looked into his eyes, “I just want to know if… you like me, like I like you.” You forced out, only to try to turn your head away in vain due to his grip, “Oh, I feel silly.” You struggled for a moment, only to huff, "What do you think about me?"

Namjoon fought the urge to clench his jaw. The truthful answer to your question wasn't healthy. He needed more time to work through his intense emotions for you prior to acting on them. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you roughly, pin you to this couch, and have you feel what he thought about after each of your dates. However, he should not, by any means, feel the need to do such. And yet, he did. The way you made him feel so needed and the way he craved you so intensely in return was intoxicating. 

He, instead, gave you a polite smile as he took a sip of his coffee, "I think you're adorable." Not technically a lie, but not the full truth you wanted.

Namjoon looked down at the scone, missing your dejected face. What the hell did that mean? Did he not see you as a woman? Were you just his cute friend? Had you been that childish, pining after a man who did not feel the same? You quickly shook the thoughts when Namjoon looked at you and you returned the smile. He noticed how it wasn't nearly as bright as usual and your eyes didn't hold its usual sparkle. Had he done something wrong?

The date, you were less and less sure whether or not to even call it such, went on just as all your others had. 

"So how is your exhibition coming along?" He asked as he sipped the coffee.

You smiled and melted at the dimples that came when he returned it, "It's a process," You droned, "Being an artist is all fun and games until you have to pick which snack table won't clash with your work, and don’t even get me started about the business-y things, so boring." You rolled your eyes, "I know what I’m doing, and I know I’m good at it but I almost wish I had a manager, but isolation has become a part of my aesthetic at this rate." 

"Well, you always have me," Your heart tugged, "I could help you, always, even just picking a snack table." 

You shook your head politely, "I wouldn't wish that on you, Joon." You joked, "You'd think doing the art would be the hardest part of an exhibit, but the stuffy details are agonizing." You droned on, you always felt so comfortable with Namjoon, even if his unofficial rejection weighed in the back of your mind, "Like, who cares about the champagne or dress code, just buy or enjoy my art." You huffed, "I understand I'm lucky to have a career, but sometimes my passion can feel like such a...job." You sighed, "I sound like a spoiled brat."

Namjoon placed his hand on your head delicately, "As someone around stuffy people, and a stuffy person, I understand it's exhausting." He gave you a reassuring smile, "You're not a brat, you're an artist." He placed a hand on your knee, "You put so much whimsy into the world and deserve to experience that in return." 

You giggled at this, "Thank you, but you're not stuffy, Joon," You hesitated for a moment, "Heck, you're the coolest guy I know." You offered in favor of your thoughts swarming around. The pain getting harder and harder to ignore.

You made Namjoon laugh, he made you laugh. You both talked about work, but you chose not to comment on his work persona, less and less confident about what to even say anymore. You said goodbye to Namjoon with a small hug, as you always did, and left wordlessly.

Namjoon couldn't help but have a bad feeling as he watched you step into the elevator. Your lip quivered right before the doors shut. Something happened during your date, and for the first time, he had no idea. He surely had to be blinded by his own feelings for you to properly read you. Suppressing these feelings were evidently affecting him, but it was what he had to do to play the long game. 

You began to cry when the elevator doors closed, eyes screwed shut as your shoulders shook with your sobs. Namjoon showed you that you wanted a relationship, and yet, it didn't seem like he wanted one, let alone with you. 

"H-Hey, don't cry," A hesitant voice caused you to jump, face detaching from your hands as you turned to face the man from this morning.

"You're that...meanie." You sniffled, evidently confused.

He smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry I was such a prick earlier." He looked uneasy, hand scratching the back of his neck.

You sniffled again, "No, it's not you, I just…" You choked on a sob.

"I doubted it was, but I also doubt I made your day any easier." He spoke softly, "I was visiting my sister at work and she's a nightmare, so I was just taking it out on other people."

"Nobody's perfect." You smiled a bit, before it quickly fell, "Especially me." You whined before sobbing again. 

Your sobs were cut off when the man put a hand on your shoulder, "Bad breakup?" You shrugged and he sighed sympathetically, "I know this cry, I do have a sister, ya know?" You lifted your head a bit and his hands wiped the tears that nearly dried on your cheeks, "I can just tell you're a good person." He smiled a bit and you mirrored it, "Any other person would have smacked me sideways earlier, I would've." You breathed a small chuckle that only grew when he grabbed your wrist to make your hand hit his face, "Here, ow." He only ceased when the elevator doors opened to a busy lobby, eyes all on him.

You broke out into full laughter as you both stepped out of the elevator, "Sorry." You giggled to the people in the lobby.

"Nothing to see here." He smiled awkwardly as you both made a bee-line for the exit. When you breached the building you let out a hearty laugh.

"You're funny." You couldn't suppress your laughter.

"Yes, but I'm also Seunghyun, actually." He bowed dramatically.

Your laughter finally died down into a smile, "I'm y/n." You curtsied in response with a chuckle, "Thanks for making me forget about my morning." 

"Why don't I give you a better afternoon?" He offered slyly and you paused for a moment. You were more than ready to say no. You had Namjoon after all, right? "I can take you to a nice lunch place and you can take as long as you want to order, I promise." You looked back at the skyscraper. Namjoon was always above you, wasn't he? "I may even pay."

You smiled graciously at Seunghyun, "Of course you will, you owe me." You playfully said, skipping ahead of the stuttering man.

Namjoon sat at his desk, back facing the window where his worst nightmare would be in clear view. Instead, he scrolled lovingly through the texts you both shared. He carefully thought about how to bring up dinner for tonight. Despite not even asking yet, he had already fantasized about what you would wear. Maybe tonight would be the night he would get a kiss from your lips. He sent the text in the midst of his fantasies. Would you wear lipstick-

You said no.

You rejected him.

You said you had a date.

Namjoon stood promptly to avoid crushing his phone with his bare hands. Never in his life had a woman rejected him, and when the one he craved so desperately did, he did not react gracefully. Not that anything he had done upon meeting you had been graceful. Even so, they were merely fail-safes, and he had failed. 

He sprung into action immediately, opening his personal laptop to scroll through the contents of your phone. His company owning your phone provider did wonders for your accessibility levels. Even so, you hadn't received any texts. There had been no one else added to your contacts. How did you have a date? Did you lie to him?

Why would you be with someone else? What did he do? He groaned in frustration he didn't understand your more zany emotions.

He lifted his head up in realization. That's it! He needed to understand your emotions. You were one of a kind, but he was as much of a disaster as Yoongi, and Yoongi has a girlfriend. 

Namjoon quickly dialed Yoongi's number. The older male answered with a bored, "What?"

"I need to talk to your girlfriend." Namjoon spoke with urgency evident in his voice, time was running out.

"No-"

"Min Yoongi!" The aforementioned female's voice could be heard in the background.

"Sunshine, he doesn't need to hear your voice- hey!" 

There was an evident scuffle, "I'll put him on speaker, you big baby." She quipped before taking a breath, "How can I be of assistance?" 

Namjoon sighed out, unsure of where to begin, "I have this girl I really, really like, but I know I shouldn't like her this much, so I'm trying to take it slow." He frowned, "But today, I don't know what I said wrong, and now she has a date with someone else."

There was a long sigh, "You guys are terrible with being honest." Namjoon could tell she was glaring at Yoongi, "You evidently said something dumb, did she ask you anything?"

Ask him anything? You asked him about his day. You asked him if he liked the coffee. What else is there to ask? Until it dawned on him.

"She asked what I thought about her and I said she was adorable." Namjoon explained, "I don't see what's wrong there, she is-"

"Yoongs, hold the phone, I might just smash it." The female was rolling her eyes evidently.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Yoongi spoke, "I don't get it, he complimented her."

"Ugh, of course you don't." She retorted, "Why did you think I almost went out the night we...got together? You weren't," She put her mouth close to the speaker to prove a point making Namjoon miss when she was still timid around him with the frown he deepened, "Being honest with me." She accentuated each word, "Poor girl can't read your mind, she doesn't want to waste her time pining after someone who doesn't pine back properly." The female sighed again, "Seriously, the seven of you are nuts, I know, but come on," She groaned in frustration, "You all have the looks and the status, maybe use your brain while you're at it."

Namjoon slumped in his chair. Yoongi's girlfriend had a point. Namjoon should have made it painfully clear you were his. Not just to you, but everyone else. Maybe he was crazy, but that didn't change the validity of his emotions for you. You were all he could think about anymore. He just wanted to have unrestricted access to you, but he took it slow, and now he's falling behind. You were trying to leave him. He couldn't let it happen. 

He wouldn't.

This was a bad idea. You slumped against your seat as you twirled your straw. You were unamused and Seunghyun was becoming less and less funny and even less charming as time ticked by.

This date was going terribly. Seunghyun was undoubtedly obnoxious. You were agonizingly bored as you sat in the dimly lit restaurant which you were ill-dressed for. It was far too fancy for lunch, and you could not read the french on the menu, so you ordered a sandwich and a water. You watched Seunghyun with a tired face. He really thought you took long to order this morning? It had been 10 minutes of him asking about the wine menu. Namjoon always knew-

No, no, none of that. Seunghyun was a nice guy, everyone had their quirks.

You gave the waiter a sympathetic smile as he stalked off, "So," You drawled, catching Seunghyun's attention from his phone, "What do you do for a living?" 

"I am a pharmaceutical rep." He stated, all too proudly, "I go to medical offices and get the doctors to prescribe the meds I'm in charge of, making a pretty hefty commission over some phony drops with a fancy label." Your jaw clenched at this. You had your time as a receptionist. Some were nice but most of the reps were pushy assholes with name brand and expensive meds.

Be nice. You chided yourself, "Shouldn't doctors prescribe what is best, not what is sold to them?" So much for that. You really didn't know how to shut your mouth, "Pharmaceuticals are a very controversial field." You pondered aloud.

Seunghyun seemed to pay you minimal mind, eyes already geared to his phone, he wasn't listening, "And what do you do?" He was on autopilot.

"I'm an artist." You spoke politely, “I do mixed media, but my favorite thing is to sculpt with clay.”

This made his head snap up, "Oh, and here I was going to see if you want to split the check, but I guess not." He laughed a little too hard and you blanched.

Okay, he's an asshole. 

No, maybe you're misunderstanding.

"Why not?" You offered him a shovel to dig his way out through clenched teeth.

"Well, you know," He suddenly was a lot less cute, "You're an 'artist'," You wanted to bite the finger quotes off his hands, "Unless you, ya know, dance, then maybe you can pay for the meal." He dug himself deeper, and yet you felt stuck.

Nope, definitely an asshole.

You ate in silence, and you wondered how such a crappy sandwich could cost so much. Namjoon always took you to a variety of places with great food.

Namjoon. You missed him. You missed his soft touches and kisses on the forehead. You missed the way he made your heart flutter. You missed how he spoke to you, how he would profusely apologize if he had to take a phone call. You missed the way he was as equally interested in what you had to say as you were with him. 

You felt dejected at the very thought of his name. God, you really were naive to think someone like him would just come to you. You needed to confess properly and move on if he rejects you. You would move on, but, your eyes flicked to Seunghyun as you watched him stare at his phone as he ate, you would be more mindful of who. This date was a waste of time and money on both parts.

When the check came, Seunghyun paid it in the most obnoxious way as he joked with the very uncomfortable waiter. Before leaving, you took out cash for a good tip, doubting Seunghyun had the decency to leave one.

Namjoon drove to your house and used your spare key to get in. He was not thinking as clearly as he should as he set up candles and dinner for you. You were his, though. He had to make it up to you for not proving it sooner. He could only hope you would be back from this date soon. He was beginning to get antsy, not even entertaining the thought of you not coming home. Never in his life had Namjoon felt such a sense of urgency. 

After setting up the dining room, Namjoon sat in the living room, facing the door on your frilly sofa. He had been to your place several times. It was nice, and coincidentally, one of the complexes he bought when he was into property acquisition. However, he could hardly wait for your lease to end and you could live with him. Surely you would want to? His place had more space for your art and it was a more convenient area. He could give you the world if you just gave him another chance.

Namjoon jerked when he heard a key unlocking the door. All he could do now was hope you were alone. He had no idea what he would do to any man you brought home.

You closed the door with a defeated thud as you leaned your head against the door, back to the rest of the apartment. You heaved a sigh before removing your shoes. You shook your head at today's events. You should've just stayed home.

You rolled your shoulders back before turning to put your purse away… only to scream upon seeing a male figure on the couch, "What-I… Joon?" You cocked your head as he stood, making his way to you, "What are you doing here?!"

He gave you a small smile, walking closer to you, "Apologizing." He stopped a hair short of being pressed against you as he towered over your form.

"F-For scaring the shit out of me?" You gasped when he ran his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent, thankful to find no one else's, "Joon, what has gotten into you?" You spoke shakily as you took a step back only for his strong arms to wrap around your waist, pressing you against him.

"I don't just think you're adorable." He breathed as you shuddered at his voice in your ear, "I'm so absolutely smitten, I was too cowardly to say anything." Your eyes would've shot open had his lips not fanned over your neck, making them close in bliss, "But I can't stand by and watch someone else try to take you from me." His voice came out as a growl and you felt yourself tingle at his sudden dominance.

"Take me away?" Realization dawned on you as you recalled your last message to him, "The date was a mistake." You blurted out and Namjoon pulled away from you ever so slightly, "He was super boring, annoying, patronizing, but what mattered most to me," Your hands locked behind his neck, "He wasn't you." You mused, and Namjoon leant down to catch your lips between his own without missing a beat.

You immediately responded mirroring his desperation as you clung closer to him. The kiss was soft at first as he massaged your lips with his plump ones. You gasped when he nibbled on your lower lip, giving his tongue one of the openings he craved to feel. His tongue entered your mouth with a delighted groan on his end that made your knees week. 

Namjoon was high on the feeling of your mouth as he explored every crevice. He groaned upon stroking your tastebuds, his own picking up how sweet you felt for him. You moaned out when he sucked on your tongue and you felt his teeth graze the pink muscle as he let out a short grunt.

Never in your life had you been kissed like this. He was soft yet rough and you craved him. You took the initiative to take his tongue into your mouth and return the favor, suckling on the muscle only to have his hands grip your hips harder while he grunted. You understood why he did it to you first, it felt good. It was oddly erotic, and the feeling only furthered as your lips were against his. The hand gripping your hip squeezed and you let out a small groan, the anticipation between your legs only growing as you felt you knees buckle, thighs clenching.

Your sounds were putting him in a nearly hypnotized state as his hand went to stroke your thigh and you shuddered with anticipation. He let his fingertips drag across the skin while both of your mouths melded to one another. You whined when his hand teasingly dipped towards your core only to quickly move to the back of your thigh. 

Namjoon couldn't help the smile that grew on his mouth at your brattiness. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad. He was the center of your desires and the feeling was the only aphrodisiac he needed. He held the key to everything you want. He was in control.

"Joon, I want you." You breathed, air dripping with lust.

"Whatever you want, baby," He dipped his tongue into your mouth for just a moment, "Just say the word, and I'll give it to you." One of your hands trailed down his toned body as your eyes were hooded, head clouded with lust.

You glanced up at him just as you hand made contact with his prominent bulge through his undoubtedly Armani suit pants. You watched, tongue peeking out of your mouth, as his head lolled back a rumble in his chest as he grunted when you squeezed the outline of his base, "Give it to me," You gave another squeeze, reveling in his deep moan, "Please." You nearly moaned the magic word before breaking from his hold to prance ahead of him to the bedroom.

Namjoon couldn't suppress the laugh that left him as he watched your ass while you plopped on the bed. With an extra pep in his step, he followed you to the bed, loosening his tie as he made his way to you.

He was in control, but you knew just how to bend him to your will.

The gravity of the situation hit you like a train as Namjoon unbuttoned his blazer, eye contact unwavering as he tossed it on the couch. The white dress shirt outlined his sculpted body ever so slightly and you let out a shaky breath, letting you head hit the bed as you leaned back, panties mindlessly showing from beneath your sundress. 

This wasn't a fantasy or a dream, it was your life. This man was about to fuck you into oblivion and you had no idea how to make him feel good. Your previous experience did not prepare you for this at all. Your previous lovers had all been both ugly inside and out idiots who could barely get themselves off, let alone you. Not that you were a sex god yourself. You never sucked their dick before, nor did you have any idea how to effectively. Not that they ever went down on you. Oh shit, did you shave? Does he care? How does your breath smell? How could you not have considered-

"Fuck!" Your back arched as Namjoon pulled your underwear to the side, tongue licking a stripe up you bare slit.

Namjoon hummed in delight of your taste, dark eyes making contact with yours. He was warning you. He was telling you not to wander away from him. While he loved your overactive mind, he required your full attention. He needed you 100% with him in this moment, "You taste divine." His voice was heavy, "More." It was almost primal the way he slipped your panties down your legs, enjoying the way the dainty dress looked framing the bare sex. He elected to keep the dress on for now as he pushed the flowy fabric up to your hips which he leaned into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of his tongue licking a deeper stripe, parting your lips with the muscle as he gather your juices on his taste buds blissfully. Your body shuddered at your own pleasure, "J-Joon." Was all you could manage as each short lick went deeper making you squirm.

"You're so fucking sensitive, fuck." He grunted, the dress fabric he held at your hips wrinkling under his closed fists as he went to work on your clit, sending your over the edge as you came quickly and with minimal effort on Namjoon's part. 

However, instead of stopping him, the flow of juices only further spurred his as his mouth went to pay more attention to the very hold he couldn't wait to have for his out as his tongue lapped up the liquid, the lewdness and oversensitivity making your body jerk in vain. Namjoon had your hips held firmly in place as he enjoyed his meal. His tongue entered you and he let out a moan against you at how tight you felt just from his tongue fucking you.

"Too much- it- I came already- shit!" You attempted to roll your hips against his mouth as he overstimulated the brain function out of you. His tongue fucked you better than anyone in your past had as his nose nudged against your clit. When he pushed his tongue as deep as he could he could feel you squeezing. With this encouragement, he began to move his tongue ever so slightly, sending you over the edge again as your back rose from the bed, chest to the heavens, "Joon!" You moaned wantonly before deflating as Namjoon slowly withdrew his mouth from you, "Fuck me." You were breathless, fingers weak as he watched you attempt to unbutton your dress. He hesitated, but nevertheless assisted you as your dress was now spread, your body nearly bare until you unhooked your bra, "You'll give me what I want, right?" You pouted as you gossed the bra off your body and he felt his mouth water as he soaked in your body.

"I'll always give you what you want, my love, but you should rest a bit-"

"But I don't just want it." You struggled to catch you breath in the lusty atmosphere, "I need you, Sir." 

Never in Namjoon's life had he stripped himself bare so quickly. Your words sent him into a frenzy until he was just as bare as you. You outstretched your arms and he leaned down so you could run your hands over his toned chest and stomach. He guided in and he hissed as your nails scratched his muscular body at the stretch. Despite this, you were nearly drooling at the pain, Never had being stretched felt good, but you couldn't get enough. You wanted to be full.

You shifted your body down and both you and Namjoon moaned out in harmony as you were now wrapped around his entire length. He cursed, "Fuck you're so tight for me, sweet pea." His moans were low as he moved ever so slowly, shallow thrusts as you went wild beneath him, "Look at you, squirming, stretching, such a brat." He thrusted hard and you squeaked, "You can never have enough, huh?" 

Another hard thrust shook your bed as Namjoon leaned over you, his forearms on either side of your head as your arms clawed at his muscular back, "Never enough of you, Sir." You could hardly consider your words, but they struck Namjoon as he caught your mouth in sloppy kiss as he sped up. You made him alive as the pleasure only added to the high. The ruthless pace shook the bed even harder, much to your delight.

"I love you, baby." He was beyond fucked out as he chased his climax inside of you.

You were even more fucked out as you felt another orgasm approaching, and quicky, "Fuck, fuck, I love you Joon, I-" You cut yourself off with a scream as you clenched around Namjoon's girth.

This, along with your confession, sent him over the edge as he came, deep thrusts slowing down as he painted you from the inside with warmth you enjoyed. He slowly slid out of you and groaned lowly at the suction you provided until he was fully detached from you. He let out a heavy breath as he leaned over your form, placing a kiss on your neck before burying his face in it. You welcomed his weight as you both gathered yourselves.

Ten minutes must've gone by until Namjoon broke the silence beyond bated breath, "I meant it." He murmured and your heart squeezed. 

The fear of your next words dissipated the moment pushed himself up to look at your face. He looked as though he was about to back track, but you didn't let him, "I did too." You gave him one of your signature smiles, "I love you, Sir." You teased and gasped when you felt his dick twitch ever so slightly.

"Brat." He playfully seethed before attacking your face and neck with soft kisses, making you giggle.

----

You made your plight up the skyscraper for the second time with a less nervous aura. It had been a couple months or so since Namjoon and you had sealed the deal, so to speak. Things had been going great. He was the best boyfriend you could've asked for. He was supportive, kind, attentive, and all good things between. Recently, however, he had been extremely busy, and you had been extremely bored. You were in between exhibitions and had already beat deadlines for the next one, so you were left with cancelled dates and your hand. Of course you helped him with work with your limited skills.

The tray of drinks and a bag of food occupied your hands as you took a peek at your watch. Another day of overtime for your loving boyfriend. You just about had it eating alone for these past couple weeks. He fucked your brains out and then abruptly had no time to after a short two weeks of domestic and euphoric bliss. It wasn't fair. Thus, you took matters into your own hands. He had a strategy meeting which, as he explained, would consist of him scolding his employees. Logically, you would hate to intrude, but selfishly, you wanted to see him. 

Surely he wouldn't spend over two hours overanalyzing his subordinates' work and scolding them?

Right?

"...Turn to page 13 of the report and see where I've highlighted the blatant misinformation on line 7." Namjoon's voice was sharp despite being as exhausted as his employees. Monday was a big presentation he had to entrust to the newer employees and upon reviewing the handouts to accompany a good-enough pitch, he was severely disappointed. There had been typos, incorrect graphs, and blatant lies littered throughout. To top it off, the slacking managers signed off on it prior to it reaching Namjoon. This left him no choice but to cut hours in the week to make time for this colossal scolding for lack of attention to detail, "It's beyond me how anyone expected this to be remotely acceptable to present in front of me, let alone investors. This fairy tale book was a grandiose waste of my time, and for what? To save some of you managers a couple minutes of revision?" The department heads shrunk in their seats under his razor sharp gaze. The booklet was littered with yellow and pink highlighter marks along with red pen notations, making them feel like school children. Even so, Namjoon had been known to terminate and replace entire teams in the span of time he spent revising the proposal. With this in mind, the workers were just thankful to have a job to speak on.

The atmosphere was tense, filled with anger and shame among the employees until, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's like the principal's office in here." Your cheery voice sliced through the tension as you clicked your tongue playfully, "Nothing like a good scolding from the boss man." 

"Sweet pea?" You flashed a smile and the employees attempted to shield their whiplash from Namjoon's suddenly cheery tone, "What are you doing here?"

You held up the food, "Being selfish." You winked at him before addressing the sweating office workers, "Hello! My name is y/n, nice to meet you!" You politely bowed and were met with wary smiles. The workers glanced to Namjoon only to see an uncharacteristic smile on his face, “I’m Namjoon’s girlfriend, and I have heard so much about you,” You beamed, “Mostly good things, believe it or not.” You winked as you nearly skipped your way to the aforementioned boss man, “Don’t mind me, dear, I can wait for you.” You smiled cheekily as you sat next to an extremely sweaty employee.

“Well, darling, I imagine they have heard quite enough of me today.” Namjoon mused as his hand went to pat your head affectionately, not caring about his stunned subordinates, “I’ll let you decide what I should do from here, because I still have some materials to go over, but I’ll make an exception in favor of your judgement.”

Hopeful eyes darted to your form. The employees studied you. You were dressed in colorful clothing, playful earrings hung from your ears as your nails shined with the glitter you gleefully painted on them. Your eyes were bright, eager, ready to take on the world it seemed. The employees couldn’t help but wonder when they used to have that shimmer. Some of them had bitterly determined you were some gold digger or mindless trust fund baby. You hadn’t been the sharp, calculated, female version of Namjoon they would’ve pictured his girlfriend to be. That, plus Namjoon was very evidently in love with you. Never had they seen him cut a meeting short for anyone, even the other directors had to wait outside the meeting room. 

You leaned your chin onto your palm, tapping your cheek in thought. Namjoon would occasionally ask for your advice, your minor in business management finally coming into use. You were definitely the good cop to Namjoon’s drill sergeant, especially when it came to this proposal, “Well, what say you all get an extra credit opportunity?”  Your voice was melodic as you stood, “I was initially coming up here to redo the proposal myself, since Joon was going to… uh…” You trailed off, unsure how to put it.

“Y/n here was the lovely pink highlighter, has been offered the position of Co-Director by the CEO herself, and she has the credentials to replace all of you.” His voice made the crowd of office workers flinch, while some of them eyed your gleeful form in shock while you gave another smile, “I had been debating whether to suspend the lot of you without pay or terminate you, but it seems y/n is your savior tonight.”

“You give me too much credit.” You lightly slapped his bicep shyly as the employees held in a gasp at someone coming in contact with the ruthless and cold director, “Why don’t you all redo the proposal, hm?” You flicked your wrist to look at your watch, “You have about three hours before it becomes alarmingly late, it’s not safe to be in garages that deep into nightfall.” You showed them actual concern, “I’ll be more than happy to look it over when you believe you're done before it gets to the big boss man, here, but I hope you all will carefully check your own work too.” You were met with thankful glances, “I’m much more forgiving than Joon here, but if I find you squander this chance, not even I can save you, okay?” Frantic nods were tossed your way and you beamed at them with an infectious smile, “Great!” You clasped your hands together, “Joon and I will be in his office eating, I brought some little snacks for you all too.” You mused placing the plastic bag you had in your purse on the table, “Good luck!” 

The moment the door shut to Namjoon’s office, you were in his arms, “Why don’t you talk sweet to me instead, baby?” He murmured against your ear, “I don’t like how they look at you when you smiled like that.”

You pulled back to place a quick kiss on his lips, “I don’t like how you don’t look at me when things like this happen.” You countered with an irresistible pout which he quickly kissed away, “Plus, they only look at me like that because you’re so spooky.” You pointed out as you sat on the plush leather couch.

"I have been pretty absent, huh?" He scratched the back of his neck as he plopped down next to you.

"We've only exchanged business emails about that dumb proposal basically." You huffed, "Then, you make me all flustered in front of the poor souls by-"

"Pointing out how amazing and capable you are?" His eyes flickered to you as he took a bite out of the meal your brought him, "I could see the way some of them looked at you, like you didn't know what you were talking about." He seethed, "Not to even mention how some of them looked at your body. It's so disrespectful, I had to let them know that if I had it my way you would be the only one in my department."

You placed a hand on the clenched fist Namjoon had. He always got extremely worked up each time you were treated as anything less than royalty. You could only thank the stars that he didn't know you while you were beginning your career as an artist, who knows what he would have done to the countless creepy property managers and haughty curators. Surely, it would be a bloodbath. Figuratively, you like to say. Namjoon would never hurt a fly, but when it came down to people who looked at you with anything he deemed an ill-intent, he would just about see red. You couldn't say you hated this trait, because an extremely selfish part of you enjoyed his undying love, and proved to reciprocate his resolve when the tables were turned. However, you were thankful you could quell the fire he stoked with rage. You were thankful he told you such emotions before they got out of hand. 

You watch as his hand relaxed, gripping yours tenderly as he smiled, "Well, as long as they know you're not just mine, but you're the most invaluable asset I could ask for." 

You chuckled at this, "You need to work on your sweet talk, it seems you're still in director mode." You placed as short kiss on his lips, "But I love you for it anyway." You giggled a little, "But if I go another stretch of time without attention again I'll be much more impulsive than a late night dinner." You couldn't call Namjoon the crazy one when his affection proved to be a drug you needed constantly, a drug you could feel the withdrawals from. Just like any addict, you could get unhinged without it.

Namjoon nodded, understanding better than anyone what you meant before bringing you in for a longer kiss. He knew better than anyone what neglect could do to the human mind, especially when the attention was so addicting. He knew what crazy meant, and he would never dream of making you feel as he does all the time. His skin pricks when your hands aren't on him, his hands tremor without your own within them, and he finds his mind wandering to darker places at the thought of all the people who look at you just as he can. He had too much power, too many resources at his disposal to be devoted to you. Maybe you knew this. Maybe you both had too much to loose if it meant losing each other. 

Maybe being with a man as potentially dangerous as he could be was the adrenaline you needed all this time. An addictive thrill. Your constant fix of dopamine and you, his continuous flow of serotonin. 

The both of you junkies for one another.

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#bts fic #yandere bts #bts smut #bts fluff #yandere namjoon #soft yandere namjoon #kim namjoon #kim namjon fic #namjoon smut #yandere bts smut #yandere smut

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When the Chips are Down

part 21

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hello my darlings. It’s been a while. I’m just incredibly busy these days, but enjoy a bit of a filler chapter before we get back to our regular ADG shenanigans. much love!--- chaotic puff 

Y/N wasn’t sure what was worse, bed rest or sam-chil-il. The young mother was ready to tear her hair out. She hadn’t seen anyone but Namjoon and a select few of the staff since they had returned home. She was hot all the time, and she was sick to death of seaweed soup. It had gotten so bad that she was even willing to host the upcoming holiday. Chuseok was just around the corner, and though it was still within her three weeks of isolation, Namjoon was a family man, and it was fairly simple to persuade him  that they should hold the festivities at the house.

While Miss In was less than pleased that the lady was ending sam chil-il early, she couldn’t argue with Namjoon, and Y/N was thrilled at the prospect of seeing someone other than Namjoon and the baby. She was especially anxiou to see her sister. She hasn’t seen Iyla since before the baby had been born, and Namjoon’s assurances that she was doing well did little to actually reassure her. Iyla had successfully escaped from Hoseok, if only for a short time, and Y/N was still nervous as to what had happened to her when they brought her back. Namjoon didn’t tell her anything, not that she expected him to confess if Hoseok had done something to her sister. Overall, she would feel much better once it was confirmed that Iyla was alright. 

When Y/N had offered to host Chuseok, she had no idea the lengths Namjoon would go to, but how could she? She wasn’t involved in any of the planning. Miss In and Namjoon had taken care of everything. Her only job was to rest and recover, though she was beginning to think she should have insisted on a more active role in the planning. But she wasn’t Korean, and she didn’t know about the traditions and festivities that went with the holiday. It had seemed better to let people who knew the holiday to handle the planning while she was still learning the culture she was going to spend the rest of her life in, the culture her daughter had been born into. 

Namjoon seemed excited. All of the boys had been invited along with their wives and fiancees if they could be called that. She still wasn’t sure how many, if any, were there willingly. They were his family, and this would be the first year that they had families of their own to celebrate with. It was a big deal in more ways than Y/N really knew.

Preparations had begun last night with the making of songpyeon. The whole house still carried the scent of pine. Namjoon had been banned from helping with much of the cooking, but Y/N had enjoyed learning to make the dumplings. Miss In had informed her it was usually a family activity, but she’d been adamant on letting Y/N rest up as much as possible before the next day’s activities. But while Namjoon hadn’t been allowed to help, Rose and Miran had joined in on the cooking while the master of the house stood off to the side with the baby and fretted over if she was tiring herself out or not. It was just about the only bit of the preparations she’d been allowed to help with and only because it was a family activity, and she’d wanted to learn. It had also been far more enjoyable than getting extensions placed into her hair at Namjoon’s behest. 

She knew there was more cooking going on downstairs, and she imagined that Miss In was overseeing the finishing touches on everything with an iron fist. The woman, she had found, was practically a force of nature and had worked for the family for over twenty years.

“Buin.” The woman doing her hair addressed her, tone soft and respectful. “Your hair is finished. If you’d like to get changed, we can do your makeup and put your hair up after.”

Y/N nodded, getting up from the vanity chair, happy at being able to stretch after sitting for over an hour and moving further into the closet where her dress for the day was waiting. Namjoon had picked it out, much like he had everything else for the day. It was lovely. All of her wardrobe was lovely, but this was the first time she’d ever worn or been gifted a hanbok by her husband. The only other occasion she would have had to wear the traditional dress was on her wedding or Chuseok the year before, but her wedding dress had been western, and they hadn’t celebrated Chuseok last year. They’d been in the last stretch of wedding planning then, and the couple had been practicing a tenuous peace leading up to the ceremony. It wasn’t as though their relationship was any less tenuous now, but there was no reason not to observe the holiday this year. There was no wedding to use as an excuse, and she was no longer new to the estate.

The dress was mercifully easy to get into, and just as mercifully, it was comfortable. The two piece dress consisted of a sleeveless underdress in a shade of light turquoise called a chima and a navy lace top called jeogori. The sleeves of the jeogori ended just at her elbows, and the skirt fell to just below her knees. It was beautiful and elegant in a way that made her feel older than she was, more mature. It made her look the part, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. She wasn’t sure how she felt about a lot of things these days.

With a sigh, Y/N sat back down at the vanity, allowing the woman to proceed with wrapping her newly long tresses up into a sleek, low bun before moving onto her makeup. These were both things she was capable of doing herself, but Namjoon had hired someone to do it for her, and she just didn’t have the energy to fight him about it, not these days.

She didn’t even notice as Namjoon came up behind her, bending down to press a kiss to her neck and startling her out of her thoughts.

“Jagi,” he greeted, smiling softly against her neck. “You look beautiful.”

“You startled me.”

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, watching her carefully in the mirror.

“Nothing. Just spaced out.” She replied, reaching up to grasp the fingers of the hand he had settled on her shoulder. “How was the memorial?” she asked, wanting to change the topic and shift the focus off of herself.

“It was good. Next time you can come too.” He promised, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I have a gift for you.”

“Oh?” He nodded, moving away from her and returning with a little lacquered box covered in traditionally painted flowers. “What’s this?” she asked, accepting the box hesitantly.

“Open it and see.”

Still a little hesitant, Y/N opened the lid of the box to find two short silver hair pins nestled inside. Both had little flowers carved in jade at the end. One was a pale green color while the other was an almost imperceptible lavender.

She looked up at him questioningly. The last time she’d been gifted a hair pin it had been JB when he’d declared her part of GOT7, and that had been a less than pleasant day for her. That hairpin still sat nestled somewhere in her jewelry case. She hadn’t touched it since her return. She didn’t need the reminder of what had happened to them, of what she had caused.

“These,” he began, taking one of the pins out of the box and carefully sliding it into the base of her bun. “are dwikkoji. I’ve wanted to give you some for a while, but I never found the opportunity. You should have a binyeo and cheopji as well, but that’s a little formal for today.” he slid the second pin into her hair, just above the first. “I always knew you’d look beautiful in a hanbok.”

“It’s nothing to do with the fact we’re matching?” she asked, eyes flicking down to the turquoise fabric of his own outfit.

While her outfit was modernized, it was still very traditional in nature. His was more of a deconstructed hanbok, but the colors matched hers perfectly. Anyone looking at them on the street would assume they were a couple, not that they would be leaving the estate.

“You always look beautiful.”

The words were sincere, but she could still see the smug little glint in his eye. The outfit had been his choice after all.

“People will be arriving soon.” She reminded him, brushing him away as he started to trail kissed up her neck again. He’d been touchy recently, not pushing any boundaries, not asking for anything more, but he’d been touchy, always wanting to be near her, be in contact with her.

He sighed as he moved back, knowing that she was right and knowing that she wasn’t ready for anything more. She was still healing. 

“Alright.” Gently, he helped her up from the chair. “Rose should be finished getting the baby ready by now.”

“Nara was already dressed?” Y/N shot him a confused look.

Namjoon shot her a rakish grin. “Didn’t want either of my girls to feel left out.”

She figured out exactly what he meant a few minutes later when they walked into the nursery to find Nara in a little hanbok of her own with a little circular hair ornament sitting on top of the layer of dark downy hair she had.

Her chima was turquoise to match both of her parents, but her jeogori was primarily pink with some flowers embroidered on the collar, and her sleeves had singular bands of pastel colors on her upper arms.

“Look at you!” Y/N cooed, looking at her daughter.

The baby gurgled happily seeing her parents, and Y/N was more than happy to scoop the child up into her arms and fuss over how adorable the little girl looked even if she knew that the hair band would be pulled out before the hour was over as well as the little bow that kept the jeogori closed. Babies were notorious for removing any part of their clothes that they could, and Nara was no different.

“Ready to greet our guests?”

“Are they here yet?”

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” he hummed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple, smiling as Nara reached for his sleeve, her face scrunched up in concentration, fixated on the bright color. 

“Thank you.” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her hair. 

“For what?” she asked, looking up at him in confusion, the feeling only growing at the soft look in his eye. It was a look she didn’t really understand, but she wasn’t going to question it, not when she was so close to seeing her sister.  

“For today.” 

She stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly. “We should head down.” 

He nodded, pulling himself out of his thoughts and leading them all down the stairs to the foyer to greet their guests, their family, who had already begun to trickle into the house. 

part 22

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I Miss You (Fake Chat) part.5

Bom mais uma parte pra vcs amores, desculpe qualquer erro, fiz na pressa, bjs 😘

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[kooala]

silhouettes of you - Namjoon (smut)

A/N: this is my first proper smut attempt so please be kind k thanks D: x

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Genre: SMUT 🔥Please only read if you’re 18+ 

Warnings: teasing, dom/sub games (lightly), unprotected sex, (stay safe kids)

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Standing at the end of the bed putting body lotion onto your arms, you looked at Namjoon tangled up in the white hotel room sheets, his slim fingers sliding through his messy hair slowly. His eyes were fixated on you, and the towel around your frame, his gaze slowly drifting over your bare arms, the curves of the towel, down your bare legs.

“Can I help you, Sir?”, you broke his attention with a smirk and Namjoon blinked slowly, looking up to meet your gaze. Rubbing the last leftover bit of lotion onto your thigh you couldn’t help but crack a sly smile at his expression. He wasn’t able to focus for very long before his eyes trailed back to the way you put the lotion onto your thighs.

It had been a long weekend he was supposed to relax and use the time for exploring the new city, going out with the boys, a change of scenery. And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t explored things. The sudden amount of free time made the two of you feel like teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other and at this point, you were pretty sure the others surrounding his hotel room knew. At this point they didn’t even knock anymore.

“One more time.” Namjoon’s voice was low as he sat up more, the sheets scooting off his bare chest. The way he looked tan in the white sheets, made you feel all sorts of ways and the sudden change in his voice gave you goosebumps. You looked at him, his eyes slightly darker than they were before, giving you his full attention without even blinking.

Reaching for the lotion, you slowly squeezed some of it into your palm, rubbing them together slowly while looking at him. Namjoon sat up a little more, leaning against the headboard while watching your every move, swallowing hard as you lifted your leg onto the bed, slowly stroking down the length of it while keeping eye contact with him. He tried to withstand the urge to look over your legs but he didn’t seem to have the strength. His eyes lowered to your leg and you made sure to use slow, long strokes to put the lotion onto your skin.

“Again.”, he whispered almost begging and had to bite your lip because of the way he said it. Something about demanding Namjoon was a whole other level of attractive to you. “Why don’t you come over and help me?”, you whispered and watched him eagerly lick his lips. He clenched his jaw for a second, seemingly having trouble giving off authority but you loved that little game of yours. There was nothing more pleasing than testing how far you could push him before he caved in.

He scooted over the bed, the sheets getting lost somewhere along the way, exposing his naked body. You couldn’t hold in that smile of yours when you saw that this didn’t seem to leave him unbothered. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up to you as you placed your foot on his thigh, raising an eyebrow. His long fingers wrapped around your ankle slowly, sliding up your calves with such precision, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. There was nothing you would’ve loved more than grabbing his hair, pushing him over onto the sheets but you had to hold yourself back because this was about him, not you.

Leaning in, Namjoon started placing kisses on your knee, leaving a hot trail of burning skin with every kiss he softly placed. Sliding his fingertips over your thigh, goosebumps spread all over your body and the soft sigh escaping your lips, forced him to open his eyes and look up at you with a smirk.

Trailing his fingers under the hem of the towel he slowly grabbed the fabric, tugging it downward, forcing the fold on your chest to open. The towel dropped onto the floor, leaving you exposed to the cool air, the few little droplets left on your skin feeling cold. Namjoon’s breath on your inner thigh caused your goosebumps to spread up over your stomach and chest, leaving you licking your lips in anticipation. There was nothing besides sheer will power separating the two of you now, and Namjoon seemed to have issues keeping that last barrier up.

He visibly seemed to have trouble holding back, but he closed his eyes again, bending in to kiss the inside of your thigh so gentle it made you gasp quietly. Reaching for his hair to run your fingers through them, Namjoon grabbed your wrist firmly. He looked up at you, licking his lips. “I thought you’re going to be a good girl? Good girls do what they’re told...”, he mumbled, releasing your wrist, only to slide both of his arms around your hips to pull you in closer to him, forcing you to lower your legs to stand in front of him. Trailing both of his palms over your butt slowly, he stroked his hands down the backs of your legs soft and delicate only to scratch them back up with a little more force, his lips placing kisses on your stomach.

The harshness of the sudden scratches forced a moan over your lips and you couldn’t help but sigh after his touch turned into gentle strokes again. “What if I don’t want to be good?”, you mumbled, not sounding convinced by your own words. Opening your eyes, you looked at him and felt a rush as you saw the dark, fiery look in his eyes.

He usually didn’t go that deep into his desires, occasionally he scratched the surface of what was possible, but the look on his face right now told you, that he was turned on by your willingness to play along this time. Although you couldn’t give in without a fight, you would give in eventually, and both of you knew.

Namjoon stood up, looking down at you with a fiery gaze, placing his index finger over your lip gently but stern, you couldn’t help but push a little more. There was something about almost making him mad that was more rewarding than anything else. Opening your lips, you slowly closed them around Namjoon’s finger, biting it gently. Before he was able to reply or do anything about it, you closed your lips around his finger properly, pulling it out of your mouth slowly and soft.

The way he stared at you with parted lips made you feel like you were about to burst. The absolutely turned on look in his eyes along with his heavy breathing made every fiber of your body light up and when you leaned in to press your body against his, you could tell that Namjoon was just as turned on as you were.

“I don’t want to wait.”, you mumbled, almost whined as you lifted your hands to stroke over his chest. Namjoon slid his hands over your back, his eyes softer now as he looked at you. A little smirk crept up in the corner of his mouth as he bent down further to press his lips against yours.

The following kiss was so passionate and intense, you couldn’t even tell how much time was passing while you were kissing him. The way his hands caressed your body, exploring every inch of it made you lose your mind and you felt like melting into his touch, turning into a moaning mess under him.

Only then you realized that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

Looking up to him, you could see his dark, heavy eyes looking at you, his lips smirking down towards you and with a shaky breath, you felt his hands slide over your arms gently, down to your wrists, grabbing them gently but firm. Turning you around, Namjoon guided you onto the bed.

Scooting onto the sheets, you lay down on your back, looking up to him, your chest lifting and lowering heavy with every breath you failed to control. Following up right behind you, Namjoon hovered over you for a moment, flickering his eyes between yours. Scooting down slowly, he placed kisses on your neck, making his way down over your chest where he made sure to take his time. Although this was a game, he had to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, and he was going to make sure of that.

Licking your skin, caressing your chest you felt like you could get lost in that feeling alone and the more he touched you, the more you felt like you were burning up under him. Something about the way his kisses felt on your skin, the way he could bite those little spots made you feel so vulnerable but there were no walls or boundaries between the two of you. You trusted this man with all of your heart and there was nothing he could do wrong in your eyes.

Rolling your hips against his in anticipation, you felt his moans against your neck. The sound alone made you twitch under him and as you kept rolling your hips you could feel Namjoon grabbing the sheets next to your head, balling his hands into a fist from pure pleasure. “Babe...”, he hissed shaky, unable to contain his excitement any longer. He felt like he was about to explode and as he raised his hips to minimize the friction between the both of you, he could feel himself twitch a couple of times.

Sitting up he took a deep breath, shaking his hands a couple of times to regain some clear thoughts and as he opened his eyes, only to see you waiting for him with a longing look in your eyes, it dawned on him that there was no way he could prolong any of this any further, as much as he had wanted to.

Grabbing your thighs, he pulled you over the sheets towards him, sliding both his hands over your thighs appreciatively once before reaching down to place himself. The touch of his tip alone forced a whimper out of you and you bit your lips to keep quiet. His teasing, the way he circled around before giving you the relief you needed was torture. The worst part is that he knew exactly how much you longed for it.

Not giving you a warning before he pushed in, left you breathless and you fell back into the sheets, gasping for air. The sudden feeling of relief made you feel numb for a second but there was no time to think about it any further. Namjoon was hovering over you, rolling his hips against yours so effortlessly, you almost felt ashamed for reacting as intensely as you did. “Fuck...”, was the only thing you could press out before gasping for air and Namjoon’s little smirk was so dirty, you felt your cheeks blush at the sight of it. Arching your back in pure pleasure you tried to press yourself closer against him, trying to make sure he filled you out completely with every thrust.

Sliding your arms around him, you scratched over the skin on his back as Namjoon steadied his pace. He sat up a bit more, watching your reaction carefully and as you felt the way he was hitting the spot just right, you frowned, breathing heavy to control your emotions. There was no way you were able to scream in this hotel room and Namjoon was going to have to tone it down if he didn’t want it to happen.

Reaching out you grabbed his hips hard, holding them in place for a moment to regain some clarity. Namjoon came to a halt at once and started placing hundreds of kisses on your lips and jaw while giving you the time you needed to come to your senses again.  

It was obvious that he had trouble holding back and the occasional twitch inside of you made you moan, forcing Namjoon to close his lips with yours. “Babe, you need to be quiet.”, he chuckled into a kiss and you nodded weak. “This is the quiet version.”, you mumbled turned on and Namjoon licked his lips quickly at the sight of you unable to control yourself under his touch.

Sliding both arms around him, you fell into another deep kiss that was fogging up your brain, shooting electricity through your body. Pulling him in closer, you turned him around onto his back slowly and as you sat up, Namjoon’s eyes were fixated on yours, a needy look on his face. With a smirk on your lips, you sat up on top of his hips, moaning softly because of his size. The way the two of you fit together perfectly was insane, and it was in moments like these that you realized it was fitting in every aspect possible.

Sliding your fingers between his, interlocking your hands you started rocking your hips back and forth slowly, watching him frown and drop his head back into the pillow in pleasure. The way Namjoon grabbed your hands, squeezing them tightly only showed that you were doing exactly the right thing and with every movement passing, you could feel the high the both of you were riding on. It took all the control you could come up with to not make a sound but there was just no way you were going to be able to keep it in at the level the both of you were at. Circling your hips you tried to do exactly what he liked, sitting up a bit to circle around his tip for a while, you could see him clench his jaw hard.

“Y/N...”, he mumbled, so soft it almost made you spill over the edge right then and there. As he sat up, sliding both his arms around your waist, he looked up at you longing. “Tell me what you want...”, he mumbled up against your lips and the sudden rush made your cheeks heat up even more.

Biting your lip you smirked, sliding both your hands into his hair to grabbed them a little harsher than usual, and pulling him deep into a kiss you started rocking your hips deep against his again. “Oh fuck...”, he hissed, sliding his arms tighter around your body, resting his cheek on your chest. “Right there.”

With a frown he dropped his head back, parting his lips and you could feel him twitch inside of you. Breathing heavily you sat up more, picking up the pace to make sure the both of you were going to hit your high at the same time. “Babe..”, you mumbled weak as you felt your thighs shaking at the sudden change of pace, your thrusts getting sloppier with every move as you could feel the tension rise in your stomach.

Namjoon grabbed your waist, pushing you over sloppily onto your back and immediately sat up to get into a fast pace, thrusting in such a perfect rhythm, you felt your entire body tense up under his touch. Holding your breath you could feel the heat rise and although you tried your best to hold it in for as long as possible, there was no way of stopping it as it rushed over you.

Shaking all over your body, you let out a loud moan, feeling your body going numb from the overload of emotions. Namjoon closed your lips with his fast, trying to dim the scream but the fact that it had already happened, made it all the more exciting. He let out a deep moan as he came right after you, jerking his hips forward a couple of times, uncontrollably moving them as he moaned into your ear.

The way he sank in heavily, covering you with his body, engulfing you in a sticky, hot hug, made you smile to the point your cheeks hurt.

“Holy shit.”, he cussed quietly before pushing himself up next to you on the mattress, looking down at you with a big smirk across his face. “Holy shit, indeed.”, you mumbled, lifting your hand to push some of the sweaty hair, sticking to his forehead out of his face and with a weak smile you bent up to kiss him. Namjoon dropped onto the sheets next to you, sliding his arms around you tightly too pull you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“I haven’t seen one tiny bit of Prague.”, he mumbled after a long moment and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you implying you would’ve preferred to see Prague?”, you teased but Namjoon pulled you in closer, wrapping one of your legs around his hip before pulling the duvet over the both of you.

“You bet your cute little ass I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.”, he smirked, turning you on your back in the sheets, falling into a deep kiss again.

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[fuzzyplaidcowboyrebel]

Es que yoongi se hace más pequeño tierno cada año cosita bebe 😂💖 es que ni siquiera sobrepasa el espaldar

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I Miss You (Parte 9)

Enquanto saia da loja de conveniência comecei a pensar em tudo oque estava acontecendo percebendo que agora tudo se encaixava, todas aquelas coisas que SeokJin me disse sobre Namjoon, a forma como o próprio Namjoon me tratou naquelas mensagens, aquele homem que estava me seguindo, o tal senhor Lee parece ser do tipo capaz de qualquer coisa para mimar a filha, mas dessa vez ele se meteu com a pessoa errada. Enquanto caminhava ia comendo um dos biscoitos que comprei e mexendo no celular para ter uma noção de onde estava agradecendo por nunca sair de casa com ele sem bateria, pelo GPS vi que estava na cidade vizinha a Seoul, ele não me levou para tão longe assim provavelmente aquele lugar onde eu estava se tratava de algum galpão da empresa dele ou algo do gênero, após avistar um banco em frente uma loja resolvo me sentar para descansar um pouco, toda aquela corrida e a caminhada me deixou cansada e ainda ainda sentia o incomodo no tornozelo, aprovito também para terminar de comer mais algumas coisas que comprei.

Após terminar um dos pacotes de salgadinhos limpo minha mão com um lenço e em seguida pego o celular, procuro pelo contato do meu primo ligando para o mesmo assim que o encontro, após três toques o mesmo atende e sem deixar que ele diga algo eu falo:

- Estou viva, relaxa.

- Onde você tá?

- Bom ainda não sei exatamente, só sei que é uma das cidades vizinha de Seoul, nunca estive aqui antes então não sei exatamente que lugar é esse, acabei de sair de um posto de gasolina, teria perguntado ao atendente da loja de conveniência mas ele não parecia muito disposto a me ajudar.

- Espera, posto de gasolina? Você não tinha sido sequestrada?

- Eu fugi.

- Como?

- Marcos, sou eu, sabe que sou experta, eu não iria ficar lá dentro sem tentar fazer nada dando uma de garotinha indefesa.

- Okay, mas você está ferida?

- Nada demais, só algums arranhões pelo corpo, provavelmente causados no carro quando me pegaram, lembro de ter me debatido bastante e acho que machuquei o tornozelo quando pulei a janela.

- Então você está bem?

- Bom, não cem por cento, ainda estou nervosa com a situação em si, mas acho que mais calma do que a maioria das pessoas estaria, na real estou com raiva demais para pensar no medo e todo o resto que isso tudo causou.

- Aonde exatamente você vai agora?

- Não sei, primeiro preciso me localizar, como estão as coisas por ai?

- A delegacia está uma loucura desde que seus amigos cantores vieram aqui, vários jornalistas estão na porta querendo informações e acho que você causou uma possível dr de casal.

- Dr de casal?

- Namjoon está aqui desde ontem, a namorada dele esteve com ele mas após algumas horas foi embora, e pela cara dela não acho que gostou da atitude dele, na real vocês não terminaram a mais de um ano?

- Dois anos pra ser específica, ele terminou comigo antes da minha viagem pro Brasil.

- Então-

- O pai da garota chantageou ele.

- Oque?

- Senhor Lee, o pai da Sunmi, chantageou Namjoon para que ele ficasse com a filha dele, eu não sei oque ele usou contra ele pra conseguir isso mas ele admitiu.

- Você conseguiu gravar algo do cativeiro?

- Não, de qualquer forma não tinha como eu estava amarrada, quando me soltei só consegui pensar em sair dali.

- Okay, faça o seguinte pare em algum lugar e me mande a sua localização por mensagem eu vou enviar uma viatura para te buscar.

- Tudo bem.

- Hey, eu tô orgulhoso de você okay? Você é muito forte.

- Obrigada, até depois.

- Até.

Encerro a chamada com um sorriso no rosto, Marcos era como um irmão para mim saber que ele se orgulhava de mim era muito bom, ainda parada em frente a loja que ficava na beira da estrada enviei minha localização para Marcos, enquanto esperava a viatura me buscar fico observando tudo ao meu redor enquanto penso, mesmo depois de um ano e meio fora eu não consegui esquecer Namjoon, a ligação que tínhamos um com o outro era surreal e o término havia sido muito confuso, ele apenas começou a se afastar e de repente ele foi até minha casa para terminar comigo e simplesmente cortou todas as formas de contato comigo em seguida, eu sabia que algo devia ter acontecido, ele não era desse jeito mas jamais imaginei que ele estava sendo chantageado por alguém, e isso também explicava a insistência de SeokJin em nos ver juntos mesmo depois de tanto tempo, ele devia saber de tudo oque estava acontecendo.

Após um certo tempo esperando avisto uma viatura da polícia vindo em minha direção e suspiro aliviada por não precisar mais esperar, me levanto assim que a mesma para em minha frente e o vidro do motorista é abaixado mostrando um dos colegas de trabalho do meu primo, sorrio e ele retribui e faz um sinal com a cabeça indicando que eu entre no carro e eu o faço me sentando no banco de trás, coloco o sinto e respiro fundo só então relaxo meu corpo já que agora eu podia me considerar realmente segura, mas sabia que ainda viria muita coisa pela frente, pego meu celular novamente e mando uma mensagem pedindo para meu primo levar o senhor Lee até a delegacia, eu iria olhar nos olhos daquele desgraçado quando contasse toda a verdade sobre ele para todos. Enquanto estávamos a caminho da delegacia continuei pensando em tudo o que Namjoon teria passado todo esse tempo, o quão difícil deve ter sido para ele enfrentar tudo isso sozinho, ter machucado a nós dois daquela forma, ter que passar todo esse tempo com uma pessoa que ele não ama, um sentimento de culpa me invadiu ao me lembrar de todas as coisas que pensei dele e até mesmo todas as vezes em que coloquei a culpa em mim mesma pelo término, agora entendia que nenhum de nós dois tinha culpa do que aconteceu, fomos apenas vítimas nessa história.

Após algumas horas na estrada chegamos a delegacia e assim que paramos em frente a mesma arregalo meu olhos ao ver a quantidade de jornalistas e fotógrafos que havia ali, eu sabia que a presença dos rapazes causaria alvoroço mas aquele caos todo era um exagero, olho com uma cara de súplica para o polícial a minha frente e ele mexe no rádio pedindo por mais policiais para ajudar na minha entrada, logo um grupo de homens sai da delegacia com meu primo logo a frente deles, ele vem até a porta do carro colocando um casaco em volta de mim com o capuz na cabeça na intenção de cobrir meu rosto e me ajudar a sair, assim que saio da viatura a quantidade de flashs em minha direção aumenta e me encolho automaticamente dentro do abraço de Marcos, os seus colegas de trabalho estão ao nosso redor formando uma espécie de barreira impedindo que todas aquelas pessoas chegassem muito perto de mim, eu entendia que aquele era o trabalho deles mas as vezes eles passavam dos limites para conseguir algo para uma matéria, assim que entramos na delegacia vamos para longe da vista dos jornalistas, quando chegamos a uma sala mais privada retiro o casaco e após estar livre de todo aquele pano escuto as vozes de SeokJin e Jimin gritando pelo meu nome e antes que eu consiga raciocinar sinto um corpo se chocar contra o meu com força quase me derrubando e acabo rindo quando noto se tratar de Jimin, ele me apertava com força e parecia estar tremendo um pouco, sussurro em seu ouvido que estou bem e ele me solta mas logo SeokJin, me abraça com força e logo eu noto que o mesmo estava chorando, o aperto em meus braços e digo:

- Hey, Jin eu estou bem, ta tudo bem okay?

- Eu estava tão preocupado com você, eu vi eles te levarem e não pude fazer absolutamente nada.

- Eu sei, mas você não tem culpa de nada okay? E fica calmo, eu estou bem agora e estou aqui.

- Noona?

Me separo de Jin, assim que escuto a voz de Jungkook, ao olhar para o mesmo noto seus olhinhos arregalados e brilhando por ter um pouco de lágrimas, abro meus braços e digo:

- Oh, meu lindo, vem aqui.

Sinto os braços fortes do rapaz me envolverem com força, em determinado momento do abraço ele me tira do chão me fazendo rir, ele era apenas uma criança no corpo de um adulto, ainda no abraço digo:

- Obrigada pelo chaveiro, ele que me ajudou a sair daquele lugar viu?

- Sério?

- Sim, se você não tivesse me dado ele talvez eu ainda estivesse lá por não ter os instrumentos pra fugir.

- Fico feliz que tenha te ajudado então.

Após abraçar os outros e garantir que estava bem escuto a porta se abrir com força e uma voz de homem falando de forma alta e irritada e ao me virar confirmo se tratar do senhor Lee, e de seu assistente, assim que me vê os homens paralisam e ficam levemente pálidos, mantenho uma expressão séria sentindo a raiva crescer dentro de mim mas antes que qualquer um diga algo o assistente do senhor Lee tenta fugir da sala mas é impedido por policiais que estavam na porta ele se debatia e gritava que havia sido obrigado a fazer o que fez, o homem mais velho ainda me olhava em choque como se não acreditasse que eu estava realmente ali na sua frente, ele com certeza deveria estar com medo pois sabia que agora não teria escapatória para todos os crimes que cometeu.

Oiee gente, bom mais um capítulo pra vcs, me desculpem qualquer erro, mas avisando, isso ainda não é uma volta definitiva, eu já voltei pra casa, porém, descobri uma infecção que eu estou tratando (tô bem tá, já tô me medicando, bebendo bastante água e comendo direitinho) devido isso eu sinto mt sono por causa dos remédios q tomo, mas sempre que posso eu tento escrever, entt talvez demore mais q o normal pra sair mais um post, me desculpem, se cuidem espero q estejam todos bem, bjs 😘

Kiera 🐺

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I Miss You (Parte 7)

Abro meu olhos com certa dificuldade sentindo minha cabeça girar, mantenho a mesma abaixada procuro me lembrar exatamente oque aconteceu, sinto meus pulsos amarrados atrás de mim e olhando mais atentamente percebo que estou em uma cadeira, solto um suspiro ao sentir uma leve dor nas costas e aparentemente alguns arranhões nos braços que estavam ardendo, lembranças invadem a minha mente de alguém me puxando para dentro de um carro, a voz de SeokJin longe gritando meu nome, alguém me segurando com muita força enquanto eu me debatia e então um pano com um cheiro de algum produto muito forte sendo precionado em meu rosto e de repente eu apaguei. Sinto alguém puxar meu cabelo para trás com força levantando minha cabeça oque me faz soltar um gemido de dor, assim que abro os olhos reconheço o homem, se tratava do senhor Lee, quando pesquisei sobre o rapaz que me seguia e vi que o mesmo trabalhava para ele vi também uma foto dele no arquivo, meu rosto tinha uma expressão surpresa o que fez o homem sorrir, ele solta meus cabelos e anda até a minha frente com as mãos atrás do corpo, sua postura era reta e ele mantinha a cabeça erguida, mas era notório que aquela pose não era natural, ele estava usando numa tentativa de me intimidar, reviro os olhos pois com certeza não a via dado certo, ele se vira para mim e diz:

- Pelo que percebi já deve saber quem eu sou.

- Eu sei quem você é, mas não sei oque quer comigo.

- Minha filha se chama Sunmi, Lee Sunmi.

- Okay, e oque eu tenho haver com a sua filha? Eu nem a conheço.

- Ela é a atual do seu ex namorado, Namjoon.

- Espera oque?

- Por que a surpresa, querida?

- Espera, deixa eu adivinhar, tudo isso é porquê de alguma forma sua filha me vê como uma ameaça e você como um papai maravilhoso que da tudo oque a filhinha quer, planejou tudo isso para se livrar de mim pra que ela se sinta mais segura no namoro já que ela é a porra de uma garota mimada que não se garante e não acha que consiga segurar um homem sem precisar tirar do seu caminho toda e qualquer ameaça.

- Lave a sua boca antes de falar da minha filha.

- Ela mandou o papaizinho me sequestrar, você e nem ela tem o direito de pedir respeito ou qualquer coisa do tipo.

- Ela não me pediu nada, ela nem tem ideia de que eu estou envolvido no seu sumiço.

- Ah, então você está fazendo tudo isso as escondidas da sua filhinha?

- Ela gostava daquele rapaz e se tê-lo a faria feliz, eu faria com que o desejo dela se realizasse.

- Você está se escutando? A forma como você fala é doente, você literalmente acha que pode mandar na vida das pessoas como quiser só por ter dinheiro, pessoas como você me dão ansia, não passam de vermes.

Sinto um baque forte em meu rosto que faz o mesmo virar e em seguida uma ardência na minha bochecha, ele havia me batido, respiro fundo sentindo a raiva crescer em mim, eu iria revidar, com certeza iria mas na hora certa volto a olhar pra ele com o olhar ainda sério, ele se aproxima do meu rosto enquanto aperta o mesmo e eu ainda mantenho a mesma expressão, sua voz soa com raiva numa espécie de ameaça quando ele diz:

- É melhor você se manter longe deles dois, tanto da minha filha quanto do namorado.

- Eu nunca nem se sequer vi a sua filha na minha vida, e quanto ao Namjoon, não se preocupe eu não o vejo desde o dia que terminamos.

- Você vai se afastar dos amigos dele também, manter amizade com eles é uma forma do rapaz ter notícias suas e tem a chance de vocês se verem e eu não quero isso.

- Você o chantageou.

- O que?

- Você chantageou, Namjoon, o obrigou a terminar comigo não foi?

- Por que acha isso?

- Não sou idiota, é só juntar tudo o que disse, é simples, você queria ele e sua filha juntos mas ele estava comigo e não tínhamos motivos para terminar, estávamos muito bem juntos um com o outro e do nada ele simplesmente termina comigo, e poucas semanas depois que eu fui embora do país ele assume um namoro com a sua filha uma pessoa com quem ele nunca teve tanta intimidade, basta juntar as peças.

- É talvez eu tenha feito isso.

- Vamos lá, seja direto, sem jogos você fez ou não isso?

- Tudo bem, eu o chantagiei para ficar com a minha filha, e já são quase dois anos juntos desde que você foi embora, você não vai atrapalhar a felicidade da minha menina, então agora que sabe do que sou capaz você vai fazer oque estou mandando.

- Eu não vou me afastar dos rapazes só porque você quer, eles são a minha segunda família eu não vou virar as costas pra eles.

- Ótimo, então nunca mais os verá, você não vai sair daqui.

Ele solta meu rosto com brutalidade o empurrando para trás em seguida anda até uma mesa que eu ainda não havia notado antes, onde continha alguns frascos do que pareciam ser remédios e coisas do gênero, olho confusa para oque ele está fazendo e o observo pegar um frasco escuro e um pano em seguida derramar um certa quantidade do líquido no pano após o ato ele vem em minha direção e colocando o pano em meu rosto com força, me debato na cadeira tentando desviar o rosto mas o fato de estar amarrada dificultava isso, enquanto apagava percebi que se tratava do mesmo líquido que usaram antes comigo dentro do carro e antes que consiga pensar em mais alguma coisa acabo por apagar novamente.

*Namjoon p.o.v*

Balançava minha perna de forma insistente em uma tentativa de aliviar a tenção e ansiedade, me encontrava agora na delegacia de Seol ao lado dos outros membros enquanto esperávamos SeokJin hyung, terminar seu depoimento, Sunmi insistiu em vir comigo quando disse a ela no telefone que estava vindo para cá, me sentia estranho com ela ao meu lado, ela não fazia ideia do que realmente estava acontecendo e era tão vítima quanto eu do próprio pai, fecho os olhos soltando um suspiro de angústia me sentindo inútil por não saber o que fazer, sinto a mão de Sunmi na minha fazendo um leve carinho na intenção de tentar me acalmar e lhe dou um sorriso sem jeito devido o ato, eu sabia que não deveria estar demonstrando tanta preocupação com a minha ex mas eu não conseguia evitar se trata da garota que eu realmente amo. Levo meu olhar até a porta da delegacia onde era possível ver alguns fotógrafos e jornalistas, a mídia só tornava a situação toda muito pior neste momento, meu peito se aperta só de pensar que a minha menina possa estar agora ferida nas mãos daquele homem eu não sabia o que ele ira fazer com ela e isso me assustava, saio dos meus pensamentos quando vejo um primo da minha ursinha andando até uma sala e então me lembro da mesma mensionar sobre ele estar fazendo o curso para entrar na polícia, eu não sabia que ele já havia terminado e passado no curso, mas eu sabia que precisava de descrição para falar sobre as ameaças do senhor Lee e ele como primo dela e polícial saberia agir com descrição e eu poderia confiar no mesmo, me levanto ignorando o olhar confuso de Sunmi, sobre mim e vou até o rapaz, antes que ele entre na sala toco em seu ombro chamando sua atenção e quando ele me olha me curvo levemente em respeito e logo começo a falar:

- Você sabe quem eu sou não é?

- Sim, o ex da minha prima, o que faz aqui?

- Acho que deve saber que ela foi sequestrada.

- Sim, eu sei e estou cuidando do caso e das buscas para encontrá-la.

- Tenho informações que podem ajudar, mas preciso que seja discreto e que não diga a ninguém que foi eu que lhe disse tudo oque sei.

- Posso saber por quê?

- Porque isso pode por a vida dela em risco.

- Me acompanhe.

Ando atrás do rapaz até a mesma sala em que ele iria entrar, assim que entramos ele tranca a porta e fecha todas as percianas em seguida indica uma cadeira para que me sente e eu o faço, assim que sento na mesma sinto cada parte do meu corpo ficar tensa, respiro fundo tentando tomar coragem pois, o único que sabia de tudo era SeokJin, mas eu precisava falar era a vida dela que estava em jogo, ele se senta a minha frente me olhando atento esperando eu começar a falar e então começo a contar tudo desde o começo.

*Flashback*

"Saindo da empresa paro em uma cafeteria para comprar alguns bolinhos para minha namorada, sinto meu celular vibrar em meu bolso e pego o mesmo precionando o botão na lateral para poder desbloquear, assim que vejo as mensagens da minha menina na tela ainda pela barra de notificações um sorriso bobo surge em meu rosto, desbloqueio o aparelho revelando uma foto nossa dando um pequeno selinho e um lindo por do sol atrás de nós, sorrio ao ver a foto devido nossa diferença de altura isso a fazia parecer menor do que realmente era, entro no aplicativo de mensagem indo até o seu contato e rio quando leio seus pedidos para que eu chegue logo em casa e junto o emoji com olhinhos pidões que ela sempre usava quando queria algo ou quando estava carente, antes que eu digite uma resposta percebo que ela esta gravando um áudio e espero que ela envie antes de responder, assim que o mesmo chega aperto o play e aproximo o aparelho da minha orelha para poder escutar e rio mais ainda quando escuto a voz dengosa da minha garota dizendo que está com saudades; ela estava tão manhosa hoje, começo a digitar avisando que estava apenas esperando os bolinhos que ela tanto gostava para poder ir para casa, após enviar a mensagem olho ao meu redor vendo aquele mesmo rapaz de dias atrás próximo a saída, automaticamente minha expressão se fecha e eu encaro o rapaz de forma séria sentindo meu sangue ferver, desvio meu olhar dele assim que escuto o atendente me chamar, lhe dou um sorriso gentil agradecendo pelos bolinhos e após pagar pelos mesmos me encaminho para a saída do estabelecimento ignorando completamente a presença daquele rapaz. Não nos afastamos muito da cafeteria quando ele começa a falar.

- Você sabe que tem que fazer o que ele mandou, seu tempo esta acabando.

- Eu já dei a minha resposta ao seu chefe, não vou terminar com a garota que eu amo só por um capricho daquele cara, ele não pode mandar dessa forma na vida das pessoas.

- Sabe que quem vai pagar o preço é ela se você desobedecer ele.

Empurro ele contra a parede com força arrancando uma careta e um gemido de dor do rapaz, puxo a gola de sua camisa o levantando um pouco para cima e digo entre dentes:

- Se você encostar um dedo se quer na minha namorada eu te caço até no inferno se for preciso mas acabo com você.

Ele levanta um celular na altura do meu rosto e meu peito se aperta ao ver uma foto dela, ela estava com a mesma roupa que saiu hoje para o trabalho, minha raiva aumenta quando percebo que a foto era realmente de hoje, relutante o solto e me afasto levemente e ele diz:

- É melhor aprender a se controlar, ou terá problemas.

- Vai pro inferno.

- Você só tem mais uma semana, se até lá ainda estiver com ela, sabe o que vai acontecer.

Observo ele ir embora e fecho os olhos sentindo meu peito doer sabendo que não tinha escolha, volto ao meu caminho indo até o apartamento da minha menina, com a cabeça a mil sem saber ao certo que atitude tomar.

*Flashback off*

Sentia meus olhos se encherem de lágrimas ao me lembrar daquela noite, naquela mesma noite fizemos amor como nunca fizemos antes, a amei com todas as minhas forças deixando ela saber tudo oque eu sentia por ela através de cada toque e de cada beijo, nunca achei que depois de estar nos braços dela fosse doer tanto, porque eu sabia que aquela era uma despedida.

Fecho os olhos com força respirando fundo quando sinto minhas mãos começarem a tremer, essas crises tem sido frequentes desde que tive que terminar com ela, abro os olhos olhando para cima tentando controlar a respiração, sinto a mão de Marcos em meu ombro e quando o olho ele está com um copo de água, agradeço assim que pego o mesmo e enquanto tomava a água escuto o mesmo falar:

- Você deveria ter procurado a polícia, se tinha todas as mensagens e todas as provas poderíamos ter prendido ele.

- Eu não conseguia raciocinar direito, só conseguia pensar que precisava proteger ela, eles estavam seguindo ela no caminho para o trabalho, eu não sabia o que fazer, tive medo de denunciar e eles descobrirem e fazerem algo com ela antes de serem pegos.

- Entendo, mas por que não veio depois que ela não estava no país então?

- Eu sentia que já a tinha perdido, não tinha sentido....mas ai...

- Aí ela voltou e fudeu todo o plano dele.

- Exatamente.

- Mas se ele a estava seguindo....isso explica porque ela me pediu pra pesquisar todas aquelas coisas.

- Oque?

- Alguns dias atrás ela me ligou pedindo para eu pesquisar sobre o número de uma placa de carro, ela não deu detalhes apenas disse que era importante, o carro estava no nome de um tal de Dylan, ela também me pediu a ficha completa do cara e lá vinha dizendo que ele trabalhava como assistente pessoal do senhor Lee.

- Jin Hyung, me disse que ela comentou sobre estar sendo seguida recentemente também, antes disso acho que ela não havia de dado conta de que alguém estava a seguindo.

- Ela ainda estava aprendendo muita coisa naquela época, os dois anos no Brasil serviram para ela aprender muita coisa também.

- Acha que essas informações vão ajudar?

- Muito, agora já temos um suspeito e temos por onde começar, mas ela é esperta se ela ainda tiver a mania de deixar a localização do celular ligada consigo achar onde ela tá, e dúvido que eles consigam fazer algum mal a ela, ela é experta demais, sabe se virar.

- Espero que esteja certo.

- Pode ter certeza de que eu estou, agora preciso ir, com essas informações vou ver o que posso conseguir.

- Pode me fazer um favor?

- Sim.

- Pode chamar a garota que estava do meu lado lá fora? Ela é a filha dele, preciso contar pra ela sobre tudo isso, não acho que vou conseguir continuar com essa mentira depois de tudo isso.

- Tudo bem.

Respiro fundo me preparando para a conversa que teria com Sunmi, não seria fácil, tomo o resto da água que ainda tinha no copo em minhas mãos e me levanto esperando a garota entrar na sala, assim que a mesma entra a olho soltando um suspiro e indico a cadeira para que ela se sente, aquela seria uma longa conversa.

*Namjoon off*

Okay, esse imagine saio maior dq eu esperava, acabei me empolgando enquanto escrevia, vou ajustar as imagens das partes anteriores para que fique com menos capítulos, desculpem qualquer erro bjs 😘

Kiera 🐺

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I Miss You (parte 8)

Meus sentidos vão voltando aos poucos, abro os olhos me sentindo levemente tonta, seja lá o que era aquele líquido era forte, levanto minha cabeça olhando ao redor percendo que estava sozinha na sala agora, havia algumas janelas no local olhando em volta percebo que já devia ter se passado muitas horas desde que apaguei pois já se encontrava de noite, eu deveria estar aqui há uns dois dias levando em consideração o tempo que fiquei desacordada antes e o fato de estar morrendo de fome e sede, eu não escutava barulho algum ao meu redor como se não tivesse ninguém por perto, só então percebo uma fita em minha boca provavelmente uma tentativa de me impedir de pedir por ajuda, começo e respirar fundo várias vezes soltando o ar pela boca, eu sabia que assim a fita perderia a cola, após algum tempo fazendo isso ela se solta de parte do meu rosto e eu suspiro sentindo alívio, meu rosto havia ficado suado no local onde a fita se encontrava antes mas isso não me incomodava, começo a mexer meus pulsos numa tentativa de me soltar e quando percebo que o nó não era tão bem feito começo apenas a forçar meu braço para sair do aperto, sentia a corda áspera queimar na minha pele mas não me importava e continuava puxando o braço, me mantia sempre atenta a qualquer barulho que podesse indicar que alguém estava por perto ou vindo em direção a sala que eu estava.

Após alguns minutos de esforços meu braço estava suado e consequentemente levemente escorregadio e com dificuldade consigo tirar um dos meus pulsos do aperto, retiro a fita que estava presa apenas pela ponta em meu rosto e passo a mão pela boca retirando o suor, começo a desfazer por completo o nó da corda e após me soltar apenas solto a mesma e em seguida me levanto indo em direção a minha mochila que estava no canto esquerdo da sala, a pouca iluminação que eu tinha vinha apenas de algumas luzes do lado de fora do local, abro a mochila para ver se tudo ainda estava ali e reviro os olhos ao notar que nada havia sido retirado da mesma, aqueles homens eram mais idiotas do que eu pensei.Pego minha chave de casa está que tinha um chaveiro com objetos de defesa pessoal que eu ganhei de Jungkook, de acordo com ele para me defender de assediadores ou qualquer pessoa mal intencionada, um dos objetos era preto e comprido levemente pontudo e servia para quebrar vidros, não me recordava do nome dele mas isso era o que menos importava no momento, me lembro da mesa com os remédios, estes que ainda se encontravam em cima da mesma, vou até ela e pego o mesmo vidro que me lembrava conter o líquido que usaram para me apagar, havia também um pano ali em cima, pego o mesmo o levando próximo do rosto sentindo o mesmo cheiro forte de antes e afasto o objeto rapidamente do nariz, coloco ambos na mochila dentro de uma pequena bolsa que esvaziei antes, aquilo serviria de prova, em seguida vou até a janela mais próxima e com o chaveiro quebro o vidro na base próximo a parede já que ali ele era mais frágil, coloco o chaveiro em um dos bolsos laterais da mochila e aproveito que minha camisa do trabalho era de botões e eu sempre usava uma regata por baixo retiro a mesma enrrolando em minha mão e uso ela para terminar de quebrar o vidro evitando que eu me corte e assim facilitando que eu consiga passar pela janela, eu precisava sair dali de qualquer maneira. Olho ao redor do lado de fora para ter certeza de que ninguém me viu e agradeço mentalmente quando noto que o local se encontrava vazio, visto novamente minha blusa deixando os botões abertos e coloco a mochila nas costas, me sento na janela e com cuidado pulo caindo um pouco de mal jeito, sinto uma leve dor no tornozelo esquerdo e faço uma careta pelo desconforto mas o ignoro, olho ao redor para ter certeza de que não chamei atenção de ninguém e quando tenho certeza de que ninguém me viu ando para o que parecia ser a frente do local ao chegar mais próximo do que parecia ser a saída vejo alguns homens ali então retorno, não teria como passar por eles então me encaminho para os fundos mas ao olhar mais atentamente para o lado percebo que o local era rodeado apenas por uma cerca alta e não um muro, olho novamente para os lados para confirmar de que não havia ninguém por perto e vou até a mesma e no decorrer que ia me aproximando do local ia ficando cada vez mais escuro, pego o chaveiro no bolso lateral da mochila e ligo uma lanterna que também tinha no mesmo, chegando em frente a cerca pego um graveto que havia por perto o encostando nela para ver se não estava eletrificada, vendo que não pego o canivete que também vinha preso no chaveiro e acabo por rir pela quantidade de coisas que vinha nele; Jungkook sempre fora superprotetor comigo e agora eu o agradeço por isso, corto um buraco de tamanho grande o suficiente na cerca para que eu consiga passar pelo mesmo quando termino me curvo um pouco passando pelo espaço. Agora já do lado de fora olho para trás vendo que ninguém notou que eu havia fugido acabo por sorrir orgulhosa de mim mesma, me viro para frente começando a correr o mais rápido que conseguia para me afastar dali mesmo ainda sentindo o desconforto no tornozelo, eu precisava chegar à um local seguro.

Após alguns minutos não sei ao certo quantos diminuo a velocidade passando apenas a andar, pego minha mochila e retiro de lá uma pequena toalha de rosto passando a mesma pelo meu rosto e pescoço para retirar um pouco do suor, retiro a blusa de botões e a jogo dentro da mochila ficando apenas com a regata que usava, ainda mexendo na mochila acho um pacote de biscoito que eu sempre levava dentro da bolsa por precaução caso sentisse fome e agradeço a mim mesma por levar sempre esse tipo de coisa comigo para todos os lugares, começo a comer e continuo andando até chegar em um posto de gasolina, ali poderia me situar mais onde estava e até mesmo dar um jeito em mim mesma já que estava suja e suada, vou até o banheiro feminino do local para verificar minha situação e apenas confirmo oque pensei, eu estava toda suada, com o cabelo levemente bagunçado e um pouco suja de terra. Retiro a mocilha das costas deixando a mesma em cima da pia e retiro também a camisa de botões de dentro dela, retiro também a regata que usava e ligo a torneira molhando minhas mãos e passando pelo meu rosto, pescoço e braços esfregando as partes mais sujas, após isso molho parte da camisa de botões e passo pelos arranhões para limpar ao menos um pouco e evitar uma infecção, sinto os mesmos arderem levemente devido o contato do pano úmido, depois me limpar minimamente pego a toalha de rosto enxugando as partes molhadas do meu corpo, em seguida volto a vestir a regata sentindo um pequeno alívio por estar ao menos mais limpa agora, arrumo meu cabelo e assim que termino retiro a carteira de dentro da mochila e guardo o resto das coisas, saio do banheiro indo agora até uma das lojas de conveniência que havia ali, entrando no local vou direto até a seção de alimentos pegando mais alguns pacotes de biscoitos e alguns salgadinhos em seguida vou pegar algumas bebidas, incluindo duas garrafas de água e depois vou até o caixa para pagar por tudo.

Finalmente consegui postar depois de muita luta, e depois de tentar várias formas de postar o capítulo o maior q eu conseguia (copiando parte por parte pra por aq pelos rascunhos) eu consegui ajeitar isso, vamos ver se agr o app para de bugs, é isso espero q gostem e me desculpem qualquer erro, bjs amores ❤️

Kiera 🐺

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