You're still staring at yourself in the mirror, finally beginning to calm down. Namjoon touching you had you so frazzled you've spent the last five minutes doing breathing exercises. If his goal was to make your body remember his touch, he succeeded.

Breathe, woman.

Creaking open the door you peer out into the hallway, letting out a sigh of relief when you see no one. You quickly sneak into your room and jump into the bed, grabbing the remote to distract yourself with television. Luckily for you a new murder documentary was just released, so you nestle yourself into the pillows propped up against the headboard.

About twenty minutes into it there's a knock at your open door and Namjoon steps into the frame, making your heart do a summersault as you try to keep your face neutral.

"I'm just down the hall if you need anything," he says softly.

"Okay," you smile. "Thanks."

He sees the tv and chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. "Still hooked on those?"

"Of course I am," you huff. "There's finally a new one out and I plan to fully enjoy it. Have you seen it?"

"No," he laughs. "Murder documentaries really aren't my thing. I just enjoyed watching them because you were there."

Your cheeks flush a light pink as he flashes his dimple smile, knowing exactly what he's doing. The both of you stare into each other's eyes for a while before Namjoon uncrosses his arms.

"I'll let you sleep, just let me know if you need anything."

"Namjoon," you stop him as he's about to walk away, making him turn back towards you. "Um..." you pause, nervously looking down. "How... how are you sleeping?" You grip the comforter and look up at him, but he's just got a blank expression on his face.

He purses his lips before giving you a small smile. "It's better, so no need to worry. I'll see you in the morning." You watch him walk out of your view, hearing his footsteps trudge down the hall until they fade away.

"I highly doubt that," you mumble to yourself, sinking more into the mattress.

You finish watching the one hour episode, then peek out into the empty hallway, tiptoeing to the last door on the left that's still cracked open. The room is still illuminated slightly, lit up by maybe a small lamp. You push open the door to find a still Namjoon, lying on his back with his forearm over his forehead, his eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling. Just like you knew he'd be.

"What was all that bullshit about not lying?" you say playfully from the doorway, making him flinch.

"[Y/N] what are y-"

"So this is the great Kim Namjoon's room," you say casually, stepping onto the hardwood to take a look around, your hands folded behind your back.

"You've seen my room before," he laughs.

"Not this one."

It's pretty similarly decorated as his current room. Lots of art and plants. But you can tell the rustic furniture is more his mother's style. The bed sits in the corner with a giant window to the side, water trickling down the outside of the glass from the rain. A large wooden desk is positioned under the window, covered in scrap paper and messy writings.

Namjoon starts to sit up and you have to contain yourself as you see he's sleeping shirtless tonight. Your eyes shamelessly travel over his midsection before meeting his gaze.

"Do you have to stare so obviously?" he chuckles. But he doesn't cover himself. He actually leans back on his arms, making himself look even sexier. You can't help but salivate over his defined midsection, taking in every ridge.

"I think I've earned the right to stare whenever I want."

"Touché," he grins. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to catch you in a lie," you frown. "Why would you tell me you're sleeping fine when you're not?"

He purses his lips and looks down at his lap as you take a step closer. "Because I know you're kind. I know you'd feel bad for not sleeping next to me and I don't want to pressure you into anything."

You walk to the end of the bed and start crawling onto the mattress.

"Wait, [Y/N] what are you doing?" he asks, sitting up straighter.

You pause mid crawl, halfway to him. "Do you want me to leave?"

"N-no," he stutters. "Of course not. I just don't want you to be uncom-"

"Joon, I told you I'd tell you if I'm uncomfortable," you glare, sitting back on your knees. "I'm not going to do anything I'm not okay with. Even if I'm kind. It feels like you're not even listening when I speak."

His eyes bore into yours with a serious expression, making you shift in your spot. "I am listening to you," he says sternly. His low and husky voice causes you to squirm, reminding you how weak you are to a dominant Joon. "I take in every word you say like it's my Bible. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to worry. Your happiness is my first priority. I've hurt you and I know you have a weak spot for me. I don't want to take advantage of that."

You angrily hold his gaze for a few seconds before softening your features, making his shoulders relax slightly. "So do you want me to leave? Or stay?"

"I want you to stay," he responds immediately, eyes shining like a kid on Christmas morning. "As long as you're sure that's what you want."

"Okay," you smile, crawling to sit up next to him. You push his shoulder for him to lie back down and lay your head on the pillow, facing him. He's on his back but has his head turned toward you, his eyes roaming all over your face as he takes in your features.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him.

"I'm trying to convince myself this isn't a dream."

"You're so cheesy," you laugh.

"I'm not kidding though," he says softly, rolling onto his side to face you, bringing his face just a foot from yours. His hand gently slips between your head and the pillow, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. His hand cradles your head as he looks longingly into your eyes, making your cheeks flush again.

"I told my parents I was the one who broke your heart."

"You what?!" you exclaim, slapping your hand over your mouth at how loud you are. "Why would you do that?" you whisper, brows furrowed and eyes wide.

"Well they already kind of knew," he chuckles. "They weren't surprised when I told them. We aren't very good at hiding our emotions."

You blink at him for a few seconds."What did you tell them?"

"I just told them I was the one who hurt you and that I'm still in love with you," he says calmly, not breaking eye contact.

You're a little embarrassed that Namjoon can probably feel how fast your heart is beating. "And what did they say?"

"They like you. They said they support me and even gave me some advice," he grins, his thumb moving over your skin again. "Don't ask me what their advice was because I'm not telling you my secrets."

"Okay fine," you laugh. "I'm glad your parents like me."

"I knew they would."

"Stop that," you glare, feeling your face heat up. "You've made my face flush enough tonight. You got your flustered point across."

"It's just so easy," he chuckles before covering his mouth to yawn.

"Go to sleep before you get on my nerves."

"Fine," he grins, pulling his hand back from your cheek, leaving your skin cold.

You bite into your lip as he lets go of you, desperately wanting to touch him more. Namjoon must see the disappointment flash across your face and can tell what you're thinking, since he wants the exact same thing. He lifts his other hand up to place it on the curve of your hip, squeezing softly. The feeling of his hand against your waist again makes you shiver, reminding you just how weak you are to his touch. His beautiful brown eyes continue to melt into yours as his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, immediately spreading goosebumps in his wake. He's slowly trailing his fingers up and down your side, stroking your skin gently, making your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

You consider telling him to remove his hand but abandon the thought quickly. His hand tracing up and down your side brings you a comfort that Jeffrey's hands never could. His hands feel like home. You miss being in Namjoons arms so much, you decide that for tonight you can ignore the lingering ache in your chest and give in to what you want. You scoot closer and snuggle yourself further into his arms, placing your head into the crook of his neck. His smell floods your senses, reminding you all over again how badly you've been craving him.

Namjoon rests his chin on the top of your head, giving you hair a gentle kiss as he does. "Goodnight, [Y/N]. Thanks for helping my mom pick up potatoes."

"Anytime," you giggle softly. You lie there for a moment, reveling in his warm embrace. This is exactly where you want to be. You shut your eyes and listen to the rain and his breathing, the soft sounds of both soothing you. Barely a minute passes and you hear a faint snore come from Namjoon. You smile to yourself, not surprised that he fell asleep almost instantly. His gentle snores continue, lulling you into a peaceful sleep, not scared of any nightmares tonight.

You're startled awake by the sound of your ringtone. Your hand frantically searches for your phone within the sheets, finally finding it to see you're getting a call from Jeffrey.

Your finger slides across the glass to answer. "Why the fuck are you calling me at 7am?" you say groggily into the phone.

"Good morning Princess," he laughs. "How'd you sleep? Any nightmares?"

"Nope," you answer, pausing to yawn. "No nightmares."

"Good I'm glad," he grins through the phone. "You must feel really comfortable in that house."

"Yeah, I-" your breath is cut short as you feel warmth against the back of your neck. Your body slowly begins to wake up, and you look down to find a muscular arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You have to bite into your lip when you feel your back is pressed against Namjoon, his lips just inches from your neck, his breath spreading goosebumps over your skin.

"Hello? You there?"

"Yeah," you say a little softer, turning back to see the beefcake still passed out behind you. "Sorry, I forgot people are still sleeping in the house so I need to be quiet."

"I understand," he chuckles. "Nanami packed up all your stuff, so just meet us at the venue at some point. We should be done around 4 or 5 and then we'll head back to Seoul."

"Okay, I'll text you when I'm leaving here," you say softly before hanging up. You lay still for a moment until you hear Namjoon's deep breathing, relaxing your body knowing he's still asleep.

Your relaxation doesn't last long as you feel yourself in his arms all over again. You wake up like this with Jeffrey a lot, but it feels so different with Namjoon. With Jeffrey it's a comfortable, stable feeling. With Namjoon it's exciting and makes you feel like you're walking on air; it's difficult to explain with words.

You remain in place, scrolling on your phone for a while since you know he needs the sleep.

You flinch as Namjoon groans, releasing your waist to adjust himself. You feel him roll to lie on his back, setting you free right as your phone loses battery.

Propping yourself up with your hands behind you, you stare at the sleeping giant's beautiful face as his chest rises and falls. You take in his features, feeling both sadness and bliss being able to see him like this again.

Yesterday healed such a huge part of you it's hard for you to process. Just one night in Namjoon's arms has you feeling whole again.

Knowing you need to charge your phone before Nanami freaks out, you quietly ease yourself off the bed and unplug Namjoon's phone to charge yours. Moving as silently as possible you tiptoe out of his room, gently closing the door behind you and turning towards the guest room.

Your heart jumps to your throat as you lock eyes with Mr. Kim at the top of the stairs, clearly just having witnessed you walking out of his son's room. Your hand slaps over your mouth as he silently chuckles at your beet red face.

"I was just coming up to ask how you like your coffee," he smiles warmly.

"Just a little cream and sugar is fine," you nod awkwardly. "Thank you."

Great. Now they think you've fucked their son right above them. Real classy, [Y/N].

You hop into the bathroom and take a quick shower, changing into another one of Namjoon's shirts he left you and slipping the same bottoms on. You nervously head down the stairs and find Mr. and Mrs. Kim all dressed up in the kitchen.

"Good morning, [Y/N]," Mrs. Kim beams, handing you a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," you smile shyly, unsure of whether Mr. Kim tattled on you or not.

"We have to head out for breakfast, but it was really nice to meet you," she says, picking up her bag as Mr. Kim heads for the door. "Please stop by anytime you're in Ilsan, okay?"

You look into her eyes and see nothing but genuine kindness behind them. "I definitely will," you grin. "Thanks so much for your hospitality."

"Stay as long as you need, okay?" Mr. Kim says, halfway out the door.

"I'm about to head out, but thanks again," you wave. "Enjoy your breakfast."

You sip your coffee as you watch them pull out of the driveway. The mornings in Ilsan are absolutely beautiful. You slide open the back door and inhale the crisp autumn air, a chill blowing over your exposed arms and legs.

For the first time in a month you feel like you can breathe. You still don't know what's going to happen with you and Namjoon, but a lot of your fears and anxieties were quieted in the last 24 hours. You know you're going to be okay again.

After finishing your coffee you head back upstairs to pack up what little stuff you brought. Sneaking down the hall you peek in to see Namjoon still fast asleep, putting a smile on your face at how peaceful he looks, admiring his features as his chest slowly rises and falls.

Yesterday was really good between you two but you've decided to leave early this morning, not wanting to push things too quickly.

After grabbing your phone you leave him a note on his bedside table letting him know you've left and thanking him for the clothes.

The emotions welling in your chest as you walk out the door are hard to put into words. The ache is there but it's so much smaller. You know Namjoon is a good man that was just temporarily blinded by his trauma, but he's working on it. And now you need to work on yours.

"How was your day, Princess?" Jeffrey asks, grabbing your face to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"It was fine," you smile. "How was work?"

You plan to tell Jeffrey about where you actually were, just not right now.

After grabbing breakfast at a cafe downtown, you visited a few more tourist spots and ended up shopping around some more until Jeffrey called; you're just now meeting up with them.

"Work was actually kind of fun today," Boram says. "It was mostly hilarious watching Jeffrey get hit on by every agent that walked in the door."

"Oh yeah?" you muse, eyeing Jeffrey up and down. "Mister Popular are we?"

"What can I say?" he shrugs arrogantly. "I'm gorgeous. But don't worry, I told them I already have a hot babe waiting for me every night," he winks at you.

"Sure you did," you throw back your head in laughter.

Nanami stays silent because she's itching to ask you questions, but she knows she can't until tomorrow.

On the train ride back the three of them fell asleep pretty quickly, Jeffrey's head leaning on your shoulder almost the entire time. You'd downloaded the rest of the murder documentary to watch on the way, knowing you'd need a way to be distracted. You kind of wish the train ride had lasted longer since you only have one episode left when the warning comes through for your stop.

You're somehow able to wake them all up in time to get off with everyone's luggage. On the ride home you end up driving everyone back since Jeffrey is so gassed. First stop was Nanami, then Boram. It's around 11pm when you finally make it back to your apartment with Jeffrey.

"Ugh, I slept for like 2 hours and still feel so sleepy," Jeffrey whines, stepping out of the shower.

"It was a long day of work and travel," you say as you scroll through your phone, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You've slipped into a blue tank top and black spandex for your jammies.

You hear Jeffrey stop moving around and look up at him, confused when you see a hurt expression on his face.

"Jeffrey? What's wrong?"

You begin to get nervous as he keeps shifting his eyes between your face and somewhere else. "Jeffrey?" you say again, sitting up to crawl towards where he's standing.

"[Y/N]," he says shakily, visibly upset but doesn't say anything.

You get up on your knees and grab his hands, looking into his deep blue eyes. "Jeffrey, you have to talk to me."

He stares at you for a few seconds, the hurt increasing on his face.

"[Y/N] is that a hickey?"

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Chappy 55 ~

Uh oh Jeffy what're you gonna do

I hope you enjoyed this chappy :)

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