Y/N's POV:

"So how are we getting out of here?" you ask.

Namjoon looks towards the door and you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes the situation he's put himself in.

He takes out his phone to dial a number and presses it to his ear.

"Hey, where are you?"

You hear a voice on the other end of the line but can't make out what they're saying.

"Call for the car. We need to leave," he says back into the phone. "Yeah, okay. Yep. See you in a bit."

"Jimin is calling for the car, he's ready to leave too," he says as he puts his phone back in his pocket. "He said he would find Nanami and grab her."

"Okay sounds good. You can head out first, I'll wait a bit then come down," you smile.

Namjoon looks at the door, looks at you, then looks back at the door for a few seconds. You see the gears turning again.

He takes a deep breath before slowly exhaling. "No," he says, grabbing your hand. "You're coming with me."

Before you can respond he's swinging the door open, pulling you out with him. To both of your surprise, there is no one in the halls waiting for the hot gossip.

"I made them go downstairs," you hear a voice walking out from the bathroom across the hall. You turn and see Jennie walk out, giving you a big smile.

Holy shit she's even prettier in person.

She looks absolutely stunning tonight. She's opted for a petal pink body suit with shiny black leather pants, looking quite tall in her white four inch stilettos. Her hair is up in long pigtails, and her makeup is done flawlessly, accentuating her cat eyes. There are 4 rhinestones under each of her brows, drawing more attention to them.

You're standing there speechless. You didn't think you'd get to meet the host in person.

Jesus. I don't know if I want to be her, or be WITH her.

"Thanks Jennie, I owe you one," Namjoon smiles at her. She notices his hand still wrapped around yours and lifts her brows up questioningly.

"Oh sorry," he chuckles, not letting go of your hand. "This is [Y/N], I brought her as my plus one tonight."

"Hi," you say, still looking at her in awe.

"Hi [Y/N], thanks for coming," she grins. "I'm Jennie."

"Oh I know, I've fangirled over every single one of your videos," you mumble, making her laugh.

"Happy birthday by the way," Namjoon says. "Unfortunately we need to head out. Sorry for making a bit of a scene."

"Trust me, I get it," she smiles and winks at you. "That's why I made all those nosy fuckers leave this floor. I can't help you much getting out the door though."

"That's fine, we'll just take the stairs and head straight out. Jimin's already called for the car," Namjoon says to her. "I'll see you around."

"It was nice to meet you [Y/N], I hope to see you again soon," she smiles and waves as Namjoon leads you towards the staircase.

As soon as the two of you reach the top of the stairs, hundreds of eyes make their way towards you. Some were waiting to hear the gossip, some just happened to be chatting in the foyer.

A glass raises up in the corner of the room as if to give you a cheers, and you see Jackson smirking, sending you a wink. Namjoon hasn't noticed him so you wink back and send him a quick finger heart.

"Let's go," he says, lightly squeezing your hand.

He starts leading you down the stairs, him scanning the crowd while you try to avoid the stares. He's making sure no one's taking pictures of you.

As you get to the bottom of the stairs, you look up and see the crowd parting slightly to make way for the two of you. You hear a scoff to the right and see Grabby Hands, or maybe Rachel, glaring at you. You lift your hand up and pretend to scratch your ear, flipping her off. It's subtle enough that only she notices, making her mouth hang open as you snort.

Namjoon finally makes it to the door, removing his hand from yours to place it on the small of your back, gently ushering you out first. As you step out into the fresh air, you let out a long breath that you didn't know you'd been holding.

"Oh my god that was so unnecessarily stressful," you exhale, hand over your chest. "Why do you have to be so damn popular?"

Namjoon tilts his head back in a laugh. "Welcome to my everyday life."

You make your way down the stairs to see Nanami and Jimin waiting outside the car. She's clinging onto him like a koala bear, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Bitch!" Nanami yells as she sees you, releasing Jimin from her grasp. "Where have you been? You left me all alone with some fucking weirdo," she frowns, crossing her arms. She's drunk but not as drunk as you thought she'd be.

"Don't even start with me," you laugh. "You'll swing on a grown man before I will. You might look small and dainty but you're fucking terrifying. He was probably no match for you."

"True," she smiles, uncrossing her arms. "Luckily Jimin found me and said we were leaving."

"Where are Taehyung and Hobi?" Namjoon asks.

"They wanted to stay longer, they said they'd call for Michael when they're ready to leave," Jimin answers, opening the door of the van for everyone to get in.

On the way back, Nanami is practically on Jimin's lap, talking to him about a frog she saw on the way outside. Jimin seems to be just as intoxicated as her, laughing at her story and grinning ear to ear.

Your head rests on Namjoon's shoulder with your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth across your knuckles. You start to feel your eyelids get heavy. Two nights of partying in a row is not your thing anymore. You partied plenty in college but now you're wondering how your body ever kept up with that lifestyle.

After 30 minutes of you fighting to stay awake, the van finally pulls up to Namjoon's building. All of the members have apartments in this building but some of them like to stay on their other properties more often.

Nanami hops on Jimin's back for a piggyback ride, his jacket around her waist to cover her ass that's hanging out. Nanami is drunk but you think it's fine for her to stay with Jimin tonight. Your policy as friends is to only let each other sleep with someone drunk if you know they would do the same thing sober.

After saying goodnight to the horny teenagers in the elevator, you and Namjoon finally make it inside the apartment. He offers his shower for you to use while he uses the guest shower on the other side.

You feel like a new person after washing yourself and taking off all the heavy makeup. You have your towel wrapped around you, about to put your pajamas on when you hear a knock on the door.

"Are you clothed?" Namjoon asks from the other side.

"Well, I have my towel wrapped around me but I haven-"

You're cut off as Namjoon swings the door open, releasing all the steam from your hot shower. Your eyes widen in shock as he turns to look at you; his expression unreadable but his brows are down, almost as if he's trying to decide if he's angry or not. He's dressed in a black muscle shirt and shorts but you can tell he'd just stepped out of the shower himself.

He walks up to you and you grab your towel tighter, squeezing it to your chest. You're not scared but you're nervous as hell, wondering what in the world is going on.

"Turn around," he commands. His voice is low and icy, but not angry.

"W-what?" you ask, eyes still wide open in astonishment.

"I said turn around." he glares.

You stand there for a moment, looking into his eyes with shock and confusion. He doesn't move a muscle, only commanding you with his eyes. Slowly, you turn your back to him, about a foot away from the glass of the shower.

You gasp as you feel him press up against you, his arms stretched out on either side of your head, palms pressing against the glass. You place your left hand on the glass to stop yourself from stumbling forward, right hand still gripping your towel to your body.

Before you can react, Namjoon leans right next to your ear, his breath on your neck, making you shiver. You feel his chest against your shoulder blades, exchanging body heat with him, hoping he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.

"Point to where he touched you," he demands, voice low and raspy, spreading goosebumps over your whole body.

It's amazing you're still standing as bolts of electricity flow through your body, heart nearly beating out of your chest.

"N-Namjoon what are you-"

"It wasn't a question," he growls into your ear. "Tell me where he touched you."

You realize he's talking about Jackson.

Silently, you lift your left hand off the glass and point to the dip behind your earlobe, slowly tracing your finger down your neck and onto your shoulder, following the path where Jackson had kissed you. Your hand trembles slightly, but not from fear or anger. You're incredibly turned on by this dominant side of Namjoon; adrenaline coursing through your body.

Your hand suddenly slams back onto the glass as you gasp, feeling Namjoon's right hand wrap around your throat, his pointer finger against your jaw forcing your head to tilt to the right. His grip is firm but he's not cutting off your airway.

A moan escapes your mouth as you feel Namjoon's lips press tenderly against the skin behind your earlobe. His mouth makes its way down your neck, but it's slow. So slow. Jackson's kisses against your neck were pecks. Namjoon is taking his time, making you suffer on purpose.

You feel a familiar knot growing in your stomach, wetness beginning to form between your legs.

As he gets to the base of your neck, he opens his mouth slightly before moving on to your shoulder; the sensation sending shivers down your spine. You bite into your lower lip and whimper as you feel his tongue lightly graze against your skin during each kiss.

"J-Joon," you moan, "he didn't do it like thi-"

"Quiet," he growls against your skin, his grip around your neck tightening. "I'm disinfecting."

You are so done for. It's like Niagara Falls between your legs right now.

As Namjoon makes his way to the end of your shoulder, he finishes with a light peck, pushing himself off the glass and away from your body. You shiver as the AC blows over the saliva along your skin.

You slowly turn around, eyes wide and your hand pressed against your neck where he kissed you. He's got his hands on his hips with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"That, was for trying to make me jealous," he smirks. "Now get dressed, I'm tired. It's time for bed," he says as he waltzes out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You stand there in astonishment for a few moments before backing up to the shower glass and slowly sliding to the floor, one hand still gripping your towel and the other gripping your neck.

"Fuck," you shakily exhale.

I need to send Jackson a thank-you note.

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