Your eyes slowly flutter open as little streaks of sunlight peek through the curtains. Your back is pressed against Namjoon as his hand loosely rests on your hip. You suddenly feel a chill over your thigh that you're not used to. Groggily, you looked down at the comforter that's only covering up to your mid thigh.

I have no fucking pants on.

You're frozen in place, slowly waking up enough to remember how you got in this situation. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you replay last night's event, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment.

You successfully shimmy your way out of the sleeping giant's arms, slipping a pair of leggings on and running to the bathroom.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck I can't believe I did that.

You quietly wash your face and brush your teeth before escaping into the kitchen.

"Oh my god," you groan, smacking your palm against your forehead. "Am I just some horny teenager who can't keep it together?"

You start the coffee maker and lean forward against the kitchen counter, hands pressed against the marble.

What if he's angry? He said he wasn't but I don't know. Maybe I should just leave. I can escape right now and pretend like nothing happ-

Your anxious thoughts are cut short as you hear rummaging in Namjoon's bathroom. He's up.

You really start to panic now, shuffling back and forth not knowing what to do with yourself.

Fuck. I don't want to have to deal with my problems. Do I act like nothing happened? Do I apologize? [Y/N] why did you take your fucking pants off?

You have no idea why you're panicking like this. You're not usually one to overthink things to this degree. Maybe it's because it's been a while since you've seen him. Or maybe it's because you really like him and now it matters more if you upset him. The last thing you want is to push him into something he's not ready for.

Your heart gets caught in your throat as the door swings open, Namjoon yawning and stretching his arm over his head as he walks out. He's changed into a navy muscle shirt and some gray sweatpants, his glasses perched on his nose.

Of COURSE he has to look sexy as fuck right now.

"Oh hi-um," you stutter, avoiding meeting his eyes.

God, why are you so fucking awkward?

"S-sorry about last night," you chuckle nervously, "you can just pretend it never happ-"

Your breath hitches as Namjoon's arms trap you against the counter, his body pressing against yours, his face so close you're almost kissing.

"W-what are you-"

"Please stop talking," he whispers as his lips press gently against yours, one hand anchoring your hip, the other hand slowly tracing up your arm to cradle your neck, leaving goosebumps where his fingertips touch.

Your eyes stay wide for a moment before fluttering closed as you lean into the kiss. Your hands grip his shirt as that familiar electricity courses through your body, sending shivers down your spine.

He tilts his head right to deepen the kiss, parting your lips ever so slightly to slide his tongue in your mouth. You let out a whimper as he gently bites on your lower lip, pulling back for air before he slides right back into you, tasting every inch of your mouth.

Your hands slowly make their way up his chest and around his neck, gripping the back of his hair as he groans into your mouth. The feeling of his fingertips tracing down your spine causes your body to tremble, releasing another whimper from your throat.

Namjoon pulls back to place his forehead against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

"You sure you want me to forget it happened?" he pants.

You're silent as you shake your head no, still trying to process what's happening.

Namjoon laughs and gives your forehead a peck before releasing you, turning to the finished coffee maker to pour you both a cup.

"What're your plans for the day?" he asks, snapping you out of your trance as he slides you a full mug.

"Oh, uh, no plans," you say. "You?"

"Just hanging out with you," he grins, flashing his dimple.

Did I die? What the fuck is happening?

Your ringtone starts blaring from Namjoon's room. You set your mug down and walk towards the sound, getting excited when you see the caller ID.

"This is [Y/N]," you answer.

"Good morning Miss [Y/N], I hope I didn't wake you."

"It's no problem, Mr.Yang, I was already up," you grin.

"Great," he smiles into the phone. "Your apartment's repairs have been completed, you can move back in at your convenience."

"Really?!" you squeal.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles. "Please let me know if I can assist you in any way. I apologize again for the inconvenience."

"It's okay," you assure him, "unfortunately these things happen. Luckily I had a place to stay so it wasn't too much trouble."

"I hope you know you're one of my favorite tenants," he says playfully. "Have a great day Miss [Y/N], I hope to see you soon."

"Thanks Mr. Yang, you too," you giggle before hanging up the phone.

You skip back out of Namjoon's room and see him looking out the windows in the living room as he takes a sip of coffee.

"Just kidding, I do have plans," you smile as you walk towards him.

"I'm guessing something good happened?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, my apartment is finally ready!" you smile excitedly. "I'm going to start moving my stuff back over."

Namjoon's shoulders slump in disappointment but a small smile remains on his face. "That's great, baby."

You nibble on your bottom lip as you look out the window.

"I know you can't help me carry stuff back and forth but could you help me unpack?"

"Of course I can," he beams, his energy picking back up immediately.

"Great!" you clap your hands together. "But can we get some breakfast first? You don't want me getting hangry again."

Namjoon experienced your hangry self the week before. You had to wait an extra hour for him to eat dinner after not eating all day, and that did not go over well for either of you. He thought he'd done something wrong and was majorly confused when your attitude completely changed after your stomach was full.

"Absolutely," he chuckles. "Want to go to the cafe downstairs?"

You nod and head back to his room to change clothes and finish getting ready for the day. You keep your black leggings on while stealing another one of Namjoon's white t-shirts, tying a knot in the front since it's too large.

Namjoon changed into a burnt orange t-shirt with some navy jogging shorts. His thighs look damn good peeking out of the bottom.

What if one day he just crushed my head like a watermelon between those thigh-

"You ready baby?" He asks as he opens the door, stopping your weird ass thoughts in their tracks.

The two of you head down the elevator and stop on floor 10, coincidentally running into Nanami and Jimin.

"Good morning my beautiful girlfriend!" Nanami squeals as she throws herself into your arms. Jimin and Namjoon just nod to each other, used to this by now.

"Good morning babe," you laugh. "Where are you going?"

"Getting breakfast downstairs," she grins, slipping her hand into yours. "Jimin said he'd buy me breakfast instead of making me do the walk of shame again."

You and Namjoon erupt in laughter, Jimin staring at her in shock as the elevator makes it to the first floor.

"What are you doing?" She asks as you all step out of the elevator and into the lobby, which is connected to the cafe.

"We're grabbing breakfast too, then heading over to your house. Mr. Yang called, my apartment is finally ready."

"No!" she pouts, stomping her foot on the ground. "You can't leave me."

Namjoon and Jimin head to the counter to order while you two grab a table.

"Nanami, I love you and your parents," you sigh, "but I don't want to wear pants anymore. I want to free ball it around my own home."

"You could've done that at my house," she frowns.

"Do you think I'd ever recover if your dad walked out and saw my bare asscheeks?"

Nanami purses her lips together before pushing them out into a pout. "Okay fine, I see your point."

The boys make it to the table a few minutes later with breakfast sandwiches. They mostly listen to you and Nanami chit chat the whole time.

"Chul messaged me this morning," Nanami scowls.

"No way," Namjoon scoffs. "He actually had the guts to reach out?"

"Yeah," her face scrunches up in disgust. "I've been posting pictures from Jimin's apartment, making it clear I'm already in someone else's bed and he still has the fucking audacity to tell me he misses me."

"What did you post?" you ask.

Namjoon leans towards you as she hands you her phone to show you this morning's Instagram picture, which Jimin clearly had to have taken. She was mostly covered in Jimin's comforter, but her bare shoulder and collarbone make it pretty clear she was naked underneath. She's laying down and sleepily grinning at the camera with a ray of the morning sunrise peeking behind the tall window, casting a beautiful glow onto her skin and hair. You could also see just enough through the window behind her to know she was in a very expensive room too.

"Good god, woman," you laugh, handing her phone back. "There is no one who does revenge better than you. Did you reply?"

"Yeah I told him to fuck off, and guess what this asshole replied?" She scoffs. "He said you were the one who came onto him."

Your jaw drops and you feel Namjoon tense with anger next to you.

"Does he not remember there were witnesses?" Namjoon says through gritted teeth.

"He said she came onto him inside the club, and that's why he was just drunk and confused and tried to kiss her outside," she rolls her eyes. "Like, I obviously believe [Y/N], but even if she did come onto him first, he still chose to kiss her. That's still cheating."

You look down at your half eaten sandwich in disgust, remembering how it took a week for those bruise marks to heal. Namjoon scoots closer and rubs his hand on your back.

"Fuck that guy," Jimin growls. "It's really not that hard to respect women."

"You weren't really respecting me last night when you pulled my hair as you railed m-"

Jimin slaps his hand over her mouth, appalled at what was about to come out of such an innocent-looking girl's lips. But, Nanami is anything but innocent, and he already knows that.

"Anyways," you sigh. "I'm going to your place to start packing. Namjoon's coming with me."

"I'll help!" Nanami smiles, peeling Jimin's hand off her face.

"Oh god," Namjoon groans, Nanami shooting him a scowl. "Jimin please come with us, I don't want to third wheel with them all day." He begs, grabbing Jimin's hand in his.

"Are your parents home?" Jimin shifts uncomfortably. He isn't really interested in meeting the father of the girl he was balls deep in last night.

"No," she laughs, knowing exactly what's going through his head. "They're out of town for some medical convention my mom's a part of."

He shrugs. "Okay, I'll come help then. But you owe me, hyung."

"Deal," Namjoon smirks.

Jimin drove the four of you to Nanami's house, and it only took about an hour or two to grab all your things. You only had a couple boxes. A lot of your stuff had been destroyed from water damage and luckily insurance reimbursed most of it. Your new furniture will be arriving next weekend.

Mr. Song and Mr. Yang had come to an agreement on how Namjoon could safely travel back and forth between your apartment and his. Mr. Yang had given you access to the staff garage, which included a back entrance and private elevator that was closely monitored by surveillance cameras.

You and Nanami carried most of the stuff back and forth, just in case, while the boys started unpacking the boxes.

"My bed won't be here for another week now that I think about it. I probably should've left some things at Nanami's," you frown, placing your hands on your hips.

Nanami and Jimin are helping unpack your bathroom supplies while you and Namjoon handle your bedroom and living room.

"Just stay with me, you have stuff there," Namjoon says, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"No way," you scoff, trying to push him off. "I don't need $8,000 a day."

"Then I won't pay you for the other days," his grip remained tight on your hips.

Your eyes roll. "Sure you won't."

"I won't pay you [Y/N], stay with me."

You look up at him, surprised. He had paid you for that night you stayed over drunk, even when you'd asked him not to. It had hurt a little bit, feeling like he was still putting that employee/ employer boundary between you two.

But now he's letting you know he's trying to tear down that wall, even if it's brick by brick.

"Promise?" you ask him, cupping his face.

"I promise," he nods.

You pull his face closer to yours and gently press your lips against his, him happily leaning in to reciprocate the kiss.

"Can you not?" Jimin asks while covering Nanami's eyes. "There are children here."

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: Chappy 20 ~

Big shoutout to for helping me write the make out scene. I have no idea how to write smut lmao

And shoutout to my editor because none of this would make sense without her

Happy birthday Army!!! You ready for Festa??

Might even make 3 posts today just to celebrate.

We hit #6 in Namjoonff !!!