**(Trigger Warning: Assault)**

Mr. Kim:

We're pulling up. Go to the

second building behind

the club. We're parked on

the street in a black Lexus.

You:

Ok

The nice girl that was next to you in the club made you chug some water, so you certainly weren't sober, but now you at least weren't slurring every other word.

The world needs more angels like her.

Stepping outside of the club, you take a whiff of the asphalt mixed with warm summer air. Taking a second to look around, you spot Min-Jun and Si-Woo smoking off to the side.

"My pals!" you cheer as you put your arms around them.

"[Y/N]!" Si-Woon shouts excitedly. "I love you so much!" she giggles and gives you the cutest bubbly smile.

Yeah, she's just as drunk as you are.

"I love you too, Princess," you say as you kiss her cheek. "I'm gonna go home with my friends, they came to pick me up, can you let Nanami know?"

"Yeah no worries, we'll let them know," Min-Jun smiles. He's drunk but not nearly as drunk as his wife.

"Bye babies, get home safely!" You wave as you turn to walk around the outside of the club.

You see a building up ahead and spot a black Lexus flashing its lights. Smiling ear to ear you start heading towards the car until you're harshly jerked back by your wrist.

"Where are you going?!" Chul shouts. "It's dangerous to walk alone out here."

"Ah," you blink, "I told Si-Woon but I guess you missed her. My friends are going to take me home, they're in that Lexus," you point to the car a couple yards away.

"Why aren't you going back with us?" he frowns, still gripping your wrist.

"Chul, go find your girlfriend," you scoff. "You don't need to worry about me." It's possible that he really is just worried about your safety, but you find that highly unlikely considering his behavior tonight.

His grip on your wrist tightens, making you wince in pain. "Hey what the fuck dude? Let me g-"

Chul yanks your body towards him, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you close. His hand makes his way to your ass and he grabs it, hard, causing you to yelp in pain.

"Get off of me, fucker," you spit through clenched teeth, trying to push him off, but you're too drunk.

He grabs your hair, forcefully pulling your face towards his. Your lips are millimeters apart when you suddenly feel him being ripped from your body. You gasp and look up to see Namjoon yanking him by his collar while Jimin pulls you into his arms.

"Man what fuck are you doi-" Chul's cut off by Namjoon's fist slamming into his jaw, making him fall to the ground.

"C'mon," Jimin says in a hushed tone, "we can't get caught out here."

Namjoon raises his fist like he's going to hit Chul again but you stop him, grabbing his arm.

"Baby stop," you beg, "he's not worth it. Don't put yourself at risk like this. Let's go."

His eyes quickly turn from furious to soft as he looks at you. He nods and you all shuffle into the Lexus, Chul still sitting on the ground holding his jaw.

It's dark and both Namjoon and Jimin had pulled their hoodies up over their heads, so it was unlikely anyone had recognized them.

"Whew that was a close call," you exhale as you relax into the back seat.

"Who was that asshole?" Jimin asks.

"That's Elevator Eyes," you frown. Namjoon turns around from the passenger seat with his eyes widened. "Wait, that's him? That wasn't the germ?"

"No, that was Nanami's boyfriend. Rat bastard. He was staring at my chest all night, and even tried to make a pass at me in the club," you huff. "I was trying to be civil for Nanami's sake, since it's her birthday. I wanted to just get through the night with no fights so I could calmly tell her everything in the morning."

"Men like him are the scum of the earth," Jimin seethes, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. "It's possible to flirt with women and also respect them as human beings."

"Jimin, I need you to date Nanami instead," you smile.

"Oh yeah?" he laughs. "Why's that?"

"Because you're a bad boy but you're also respectful. Exactly her type," you giggle. "Plus you look like you're really good in bed."

Namjoon chokes on the water he was sipping on while Jimin laughs so hard he almost can't see the road. They're just now remembering you're very drunk.

"What makes you think that?" he continues.

"Um, the body rolls?" you scoff, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Blood, Sweat, and Tears? The way you fuck the ground during that one part of Serendipity? I could go on."

Jimin and Namjoon howl with laughter, Jimin almost crying and trying not to double over as a stitch starts to form in his side. Once he finally catches his breath he says, "Namjoon's body rolls have gotten better lately, do you think he'd be good in bed?"

Namjoon looks at Jimin like he's just shot him, not wanting to be brought into this, turning an adorable shade of pink.

You tilt your head to the side and cock one eyebrow up, meeting Jimin's eyes in the rear view mirror. "I bet I can find out."

Namjoon chokes on his own saliva before burying his head in his hands, embarrassed beyond belief. Jimin puts his hand back for a high five. "Atta girl," he says as you smack your hand against his.

The remainder of the car ride to Namjoon's was mostly you and Jimin chatting about how the rest of your night went. Besides Chul and the germ, it was actually a pretty good night.

Jimin pulls up to the front entryway after scanning his ID badge through the gate. "Alright get out lovebirds, I'm going to Jungkook's. He got a new gaming console that I've been wanting to try out."

"That's not fair," you pout, stomping your foot on the ground. "Where's my invite?"

Jimin throws his head back in a laugh. "You're adorable [Y/N], you know that right?"

Namjoon grabs your wrist and takes a small step in front of you, lips pursed into a smile. "Thanks so much for driving us Jimin, you don't want to keep JK waiting."

"Yeah, yeah," Jimin waves, getting used to Namjoon's jealousy spouts, "I'm outta here. Bye hyung, bye [Y/N]!"

"Bye bye!" You smile as he drives away.

The two of you start heading for the lobby, your wrist still in Namjoon's grasp. You don't like that. It's not enough skin contact for drunk you.

As you step into the elevator behind him you slip your wrist out of his hand. His look of confusion quickly turns into shock as you wrap your hands around his right arm, tightly pressing your body against it.

Namjoon looks away but doesn't dare move another muscle, as his bicep is being pulled against your chest. You're pretty drunk but you know what you're doing, the alcohol is just giving you that extra bit of confidence. You tried to warn him about your drunk self but he didn't listen. You rest your head on his shoulder during the elevator ride up.

As the elevator dings, signaling you've arrived at his floor, he waits for you to pull away, which you do, dragging him behind you to his front door.

You're drunkenly staring at the keypad, waiting for him to enter the code, but he doesn't. You look up at him and he's got his head turned the other way, staring at nothing.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," he mumbles.

"What are you talking about? Do you want me to be the one to put in the passcode or something?"

Finally looking back at you, he sees the adorable pouty expression on your face and it almost kills him. Shaking his head as if he's trying to get rid of his thoughts, he begins to type in the passcode.

Excited, you slip off your shoes and sprint inside to flop yourself onto his couch, burying your face into one of the throw pillows. "Mmm," you hum in content, "it smells like Namjoon."

He walks to the fridge to grab you a water before taking a seat on the cushion next to you. "Here, drink this."

You obediently sit up and take a couple swigs of the water, feeling like a new person. "Thanks," you grin as you hand the bottle back to him.

"Are you okay? Did that Elevator Eye bastard hurt you?" he asks softly, placing the water down on his coffee table.

"I might have a bruise on my ass tomorrow," you say as you rub your hand where he grabbed you, "but I'm okay. I'm more upset for Nanami, I think she really likes him."

In one swift motion, Namjoon gently grabs you by the waist to set you in his lap, both of your legs to one side as he places your head against his chest. He has one hand on your hip while the other one runs his fingers through your hair.

There are so many reasons to be thankful that you're drunk tonight.

"Are you going to talk to her?" he asks you.

"Yeah I'll call her in the morning," you sigh, letting your body melt into his, "I can't keep my mouth shut after that. Plus she'll probably ask me why his face is bruised."

"You should've let me hit him again," Namjoon huffs.

"Absolutely not," you growl, pushing up against his chest to look him in the eyes. "The longer you were out there, the more chance there was of someone recognizing you. I'd rather die than be the reason your name gets tarnished in the papers. You had every reason to hit him but you know the press doesn't care about that."

His eyebrows raise and his lips part slightly as his mind absorbs everything you just said.

"Thank you for saving me though," you smile, "I would've had to rinse my mouth out 20 times if he'd kissed me."

He gives you a soft dimple smile that makes your face heat up even more.

"You ready for bed?" you ask, not wanting him to see how flustered he just made you.

Before he has a chance to answer, you're already out of his lap, stumbling your way towards the bathroom to take your makeup off. While you're in there, you realize you smell like sweaty men mixed with vodka, and decide to shower instead.

"Are you good to shower?" he asks from outside.

"Yeah," you reply. "Just give me ten minutes. I can't sleep next to you knowing I smell like swamp ass."

You hear Namjoon snort and walk away.

After about 10-15 minutes you're freshly showered and wrapped in your towel. Without thinking, you swing the door open and see Namjoon sitting on his bed with his usual book. He glances up at you and his eyes almost pop out of his head before he looks away.

You shuffle to his closet like nothing even happened and grab the first shirt you see, which is one of his white button ups on a hanger. You throw that on and slip into a pair of your blue pajama shorts you had left here.

Unfortunately for Namjoon, his shirt is long and your shorts are short. When you step out from his closet it looks like the only thing you have on your body is his shirt. He knows you have bottoms on, he heard you changing, but it's still a sinful sight nonetheless.

He's staring at you, unable to look away while you take the towel to dry some of your hair.

Once you finish, you slowly crawl onto the bed and into your spot. But instead of laying down, you sit up looking straight at Namjoon.

He's now looking down at his book, but he's not reading a damn word of it. He's fully aware of the presence next to him burning holes into the side of his face.

You continue to stare, just marveling at how beautiful he is, especially when he has his glasses on. He's wearing a black muscle shirt that perfectly contrasts with his honey skin tone. The muscles on his arms look incredibly defined under the lights, making you bite into your lower lip and smile. He finally breaks his eyes away from the book to glance up at the drunk woman next to him.

He's mesmerized by how beautiful you look. Hair still damp from the shower, your body covered only by his button up, droopy eyes, and a teasing smile. His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest and he doesn't know whether he loves it or hates it.

"So how is drunk, clingy [Y/N]?" you giggle.

"She's, uh- she's not so bad," he lies, looking away. You're bad. Very bad for his blood pressure.

"Really?" you smile. "Then can I hug you?"

He clears his throat before answering. "Yeah of course, you usually don't ask me permission for that."

That's because you're not asking for a regular hug.

Namjoon's book drops to the ground as you lift your left leg over his body to straddle him. You sit down on his thighs and lean your entire torso against his, wrapping your arms around his neck to rest your head on his left shoulder.

You let out a long sigh, a borderline moan, straight into Namjoon's ear. "You fit perfectly against me," you tease, throwing his own words right back at him.

You hang onto him for a while, just breathing and enjoying the feel of his firm body against yours. You're about to pull away until you feel Namjoon finally snake his arms around your waist, holding you tighter.

This time you actually do moan into his ear, as he lifts the hem of your shirt to graze his fingertips against your skin. He makes sure not to go any higher from your hips and stomach, knowing you're intoxicated.

You inhale sharply, gripping the back of his hair as he traces his fingertips up your back, underneath your shirt. Every inch he touches feels like it's burning you. It's probably due to the alcohol, but his touch is even more electrifying tonight than normal. You can feel him breathing heavier underneath you.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to silence your moan, but you let out a small whimper as he slowly traces his hand back down your spine, placing his hands back on your hips. You've never had a man make you moan like this just from his touch.

You both sit there for a moment, before you pull back to look at him. His face is flushed and his eyelids are heavy, but you see a sparkle in his eyes as they meet directly with yours. You smile at him before kissing his cheek and pulling yourself off his lap. "Goodnight baby," you smirk. "Thanks for the hug."

You lay yourself onto your pillow, and 30 seconds after closing your eyes, you're out.

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