"Excuse me, I need to take this real quick, it's the people I'm staying with," you say before stepping out of the room.

Namjoon nods and watches you walk over to the living room and peek out the blinds as you talk into your phone. He turns himself back towards the table, looking down at his half eaten steak.

"Are you okay, son?" his father asks. "You always finish your mother's steaks."

Namjoon looks up at his parents, both of their eyes filled with concern. He purses his lips together, trying to figure out the right words. He finally leans back in his seat, sighing as he looks down at his lap.

"Mom, you remember telling me about the prick that broke [Y/N]'s heart?"

"I do," she nods.

"That prick is me."

His parents are silent for a while, but Namjoon is too nervous to meet their eyes.

"Yeah we kinda figured that," his mom sighs, making Namjoon's eyes snap up to hers. His mouth hangs open slightly as she holds his gaze. "I know my son. The way you look at her is not the way someone looks at just a crush."

Namjoon bites into his lip to prevent the quivering, unsure if he's relieved or distressed.

"She looks at you the way your mom looked at me when we first got together," Mr. Kim smiles. "There was a time I hurt her in the past and she held the same sadness in her eyes as [Y/N]."

"Like father, like son," Mrs. Kim snorts.

"You hurt Mom?" Namjoon asks, surprised. He's hardly ever seen them fight his entire life.

"I did," he nods, setting his fork down. "She was a lot meaner to me than [Y/N] is to you though," he laughs.

"How did you win her back?"

"Consistency," they answer in unison. Mrs. Kim leans forward to rest her chin in her hand. "He just kept showing up. He kept proving his love. And he never wavered, even when I took my anger out on him."

"Just keep pursuing her intentionally and patiently," his dad says warmly. "Respect her boundaries, but be confident. Don't hold anything back. She's a great girl, and we support you no matter what."

Namjoon nods, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

"That girl is madly in love with you, son," his mom smiles, stroking the back of his hand. "You should've heard the way she spoke of you earlier. She's hurt, but she also thinks the world of you."

"I know," he says shakily, looking back down at his plate. "I just don't know where to go from here. I acted so confidently in front of her but I'm a mess."

"Let me give you a little help," she winks as Namjoon continues to stare at his plate.

"Sorry about that," you say softly, returning to your seat.

"You're not about to leave during this weather are you?" Mr. Kim asks with a concerned look on his face.

"Ah," you nervously rub the back of your neck. "I was actually going to ask if I could stay another hour or two? Just until the weather clears."

"Why don't you just stay the night?" Mrs. Kim asks, clapping her hands together. "It'll be midnight before the storm passes."

Namjoon's eyes snap up to his mom's face.

This woman is a fucking genius. I'm buying her a Bugatti for Mother's Day.

"Oh no, no," you say frantically, putting your hands in front of you. "You've let me stay here and fed me and I been so kind to me I can't possibly take any more from y-"

The three of them work their puppy dog eyes on you, knowing they're going to win this battle.

You nervously stand up from your chair, putting your hands out as if that's going to stop them. "Whoa, hey. You can't do that. You can't hit me with the triple threat. I'm already weak to Joon's eyes alone and having two more sets against me is not fair."

Namjoon hearing that nickname come out of your mouth almost sends him into cardiac arrest. The panicked look in your eyes is so cute he can't stand it.

"W-w-why? Why are you all doing this to me?" Your dramatic attempt at slapping your hand over your chest only makes his mother laugh.

"Because I like you, [Y/N]," she smiles. "I don't want a pretty girl like you out alone on a Saturday night. It's dangerous."

"If you're not comfortable we won't force you though," Namjoon says.

You and him get completely lost in each others' eyes, forgetting about the whole world outside of them.

"Okay," you concede. "I'll stay."

"Excellent," Mrs. Kim beams. "Let me get you some clothes and set up your room."

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"I'm just going to stay here tonight. It's still pouring,"

"Are you sure?" Nanami asks, her voice laced with worry.

"I'm okay, Nans," you giggle. "If I really wanted to leave, I would. I'm okay."

"Alright," she sighs. "You're a grown ass woman, you can handle yourself. But if you need anything you call right away, you hear me?"

"I hear you," you smile.

"Jeffrey wants to talk to you."

"Okay," you say nervously.

You feel bad keeping your whereabouts a secret from him, but you know he'd be worried. He's been the most protective of you, even more so than Nanami. You're anxious he might try to make a trip over here during this crazy storm just to make sure you're safe.

"Hey Princess," Jeffrey says softly. "I know she's already asked, but are you sure you'll be okay? It'll be your first night alone."

"I haven't had any nightmares recently," you say, looking down at your feet. "I think I'll be okay. Can I call you if I need to?"

"That's a stupid fucking question," he scoffs. "I'm available at all hours of the night for you. I'll keep my phone on loud. Call me immediately if you need me."

"I will," you grin, warmth spreading over your chest. "I don't deserve you Jeffrey."

"You're fucking right you don't," he teases. "We have to be back at the venue early in the morning so just head back to the hotel whenever you can. We'll be watching your location like a hawk."

"Yes, Mom," you roll your eyes again.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" he scoffs. "You can only ride my dick like your life depends on it if you call me daddy."

"Jeffrey I swear to god," you say through clenched teeth, your face turning pink again.

"You know you want to- Ow, fucking hell," he grunts, clearly taking another hit from Nanami.

"Goodbye bitch," she snickers. "I will take care of this bastard."

"Goodnight," you giggle, hanging up the phone and tossing it on the bed Mrs. Kim made for you. The room she prepared is small but still has plenty of room to move around in. The furniture looks like it came straight out of a dollhouse, everything coming in white and adorned with bows and jewels. You would've lost your shit over this type of room as a little girl.

"Here you go," Namjoon says, stepping into the room to hand you some clothes to sleep in. "The shorts are my sister's and the shirt is mine, I hope that's okay. I know you like to sleep in either crop tops or loose t-shirts."

"That's fine," you smile, taking them from him.

"Let me show you where the bathroom is," he grins, gently grabbing your hand to lead you into the hallway. He leads you into a generously large bathroom with an American-style shower at the end.

"The shampoo and towels are down here if you'd like to shower in the morning," he says, pointing to the cupboards below the sinks.

"Okay," you nod shyly. Namjoon looks good as fuck right now, having just showered himself. He's still glistening slightly from the hot water, dressed in a navy muscle shirt and black biker shorts that show off his quads. His damp blond hair is pushed back, leaving just a few strands covering his forehead.

A small smile plays on his lips as he notices you not-so-subtly staring at his body. "I'll step out so you can get ready for bed. There's an extra toothbrush in the drawer."

"Oh, thanks," you say to him, snapping out of your trance. He grins and shuts the door behind you, leaving you grasping his shirt tightly to your body as you stare at your reflection.

Today has been a whirlwind, holy shit.

You get changed, rinse your face, and brush your teeth, beginning to let reality catch back up with you. The ache is starting to return, forcing you to remember the situation you're actually in.

You press your palms against the countertop and shake your head, trying to get rid of your unnecessary thoughts.

"Stop dwelling on the past," you whisper to yourself. "We just need to move forward and see how he acts. All we can do now is watch."

You take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down before you hear a knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" Namjoon asks from the other side.

"Yeah," you say instinctively, but your heart is not prepared. It's about to jump out of your rib cage as you see him open the door and smile at you.

Fuck, why is he so damn sexy? I'm supposed to be angry with him.

Your breath hitches as he closes the door behind him and steps closer to you. The look in his eyes spreads goosebumps across your skin. You back up until you feel the sink against your ass, preventing you from running away as your hands grip the edge of the counter. His palms press against the countertop on either side of you, trapping you in front of him.

"Do you remember what you said earlier?" he asks, his face just inches from yours. His voice is low and raspy, making your body shiver as his eyes bore into yours.

"W-what I said earlier?" you squeak out nervously, trying not to let your voice tremble. His body heat radiating onto you only increases your heart rate, adrenaline coursing through your veins. It's been a while since you felt this kind of excitement. You're nervous but you know your eyes are sparkling.

"That you would tell me if I did or said anything that made you uncomfortable," he says, his eyes traveling down your body, making you visibly tremble, but he knows damn well it's not from fear.

You pause for a moment, frozen in place from both shock and excitement. The ache in your chest is still there but it's so small it's hardly noticeable right now. His eyes dart up to yours and all you do is nod, your eyes still wide and shiny.

"Then I'm going to hold you to that," he smiles confidently, flashing his dimple.

You gasp as Namjoon slips one hand behind your back, the other cradling your neck as he presses his body against yours, instantly sending those bolts of electricity through your body. The feeling of his muscular body against yours is something you've been desperately craving. Jeffrey is plenty toned but Namjoon's body just melts into yours like it was made to hold you.

The hand cradling your neck tilts your head slightly and you whimper as his lips press gently against your neck, leaving slow kisses from the base up to your ear. Your body reacts to him instantly as your hands slowly trail up his abs and over his chest, gripping his shirt as he suckles on the skin below your jawline. His mouth travels up and hovers over your ear, his hot breath tingling your skin.

"I don't want to know what that English bastard said to you that made you blush like that. Twice," he growls, the hand on your back pushing you more into him, making your body tremble again. Your eyes pop open as you try to register what he's saying. "So I'm going to remind you what it feels like to really get flustered."

You gasp again as he pushes your head the other direction, his hot lips now pressing against the other side of your neck, slowly working their way down to your shoulder. Every inch of your body is covered in goosebumps. The knot in your lower stomach started as soon as he walked through that door. Your core is now soaked and throbbing just from his slight touch, making your entire body ache from desire.

You close your eyes and let out a small moan as he grips the back of your hair to tilt your head back, leaving a small hickey on your collarbone. You're both now breathing heavily as he pulls back to look into your eyes, desire and need flooding behind your gazes.

This type of bone chilling intimacy is something you've both been craving for weeks. A small smirk plays on Namjoon's lips as he takes in your flushed face.

He chuckles arrogantly, releasing your body from his, leaving more goosebumps where his warmth disappears from. Your eyes widen as your brain starts absorbing what just happened, your face flushing a new shade of red.

"Now that's more like it," he smiles smugly, putting his hands on his hips. "There's no one on this planet that can make you feel this way, and I'm going to keep reminding you of it."

You gape at him as he casually opens the door to leave, gently closing it behind him like nothing ever happened.

Your trembling hands grip either side of your neck while your skin continues to tingle.

"Fuck," you breathe out. "Maybe I'm not safe here."

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Chappy 54 ~

Mrs. Kim is my bias

Burnt the roof of my mouth on pizza

I love dom Namjoon with my whole ass