"Is it tomorrow?" Jeffrey asks, drying his midsection off.

"Yeah," you say casually as your eyes travel all over his body.

"You know you're going on a date with Namjoon tomorrow but you're currently eyeing me like I'm a piece of meat, right?" he laughs.

"Don't look like that then," you glare. "I haven't had any action the last month and I'm horny."

"We could fix that," he smirks, placing his hand on his sculpted hips, making your eyes dart to his glistening v line.

You gulp as your eyes flicker down to his clothed dick, and he notices.

Jeffrey throws his towel to the floor and climbs onto the mattress, pushing you down on your back as he hovers over you. Your shiny and lustful eyes take in every detail of his muscular body, making you squeeze your legs together to try and relieve some of the pressure down there.

His fingers slide over your bottom lip as he stares down at you.

"Jeffrey we can't-"

"I know," he smirks, tucking your hair behind your ear. "We're not going to fuck. But let me kiss you. I have a feeling you're not going to let me do it for much longer."

He's right. If your date with Namjoon goes well, you plan to have Jeffrey ease off with the kissing. No more sleeping and cuddling with each other every night. You also know it's probably best to spend some time alone. You've had Jeffrey as a distraction from the pain, but now that you don't feel like you're drowning anymore, you know it would be good to work on yourself.

Your arms wrap around his back as he leans down to press his lips against yours, easing his tongue into your mouth to kiss you deeper. His hand slips under the hem of your shirt and slowly travels up your stomach, stopping just below your chest.

His lips move torturously slow over your jaw and down your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat as he licks all the way up your neck, nibbling on your ear after. You feel his fingers brush against the bottom of your chest, testing the waters. Once he notices you're not flinching, his large hand cups your left breast, making you moan as his thumb glides over your nipple.

His lips cover yours again as he swallows your whimpers, gently kneading you with his hand. He slides his knee between your thighs to spread your legs, pulling back for air.

"Jeffrey I-"

You're cut off by your own gasp as he lowers himself down onto you, his hardened length pressing directly against your clothed heat.

"Fuck," you breathe out.

"Dammit, [Y/N]," he groans, looking down at where you're connected. "We would've been such good fuck buddies. You respond to me so well."

Your face flushes as he looks back up at you with a serious expression.

"I'm going to stop here. But if he ever fucks up again, your body is mine."

You nod, almost whimpering when he peels his body off of you. He flops himself on his back next to you and you both stare at the ceiling, trying to calm your breathing.

"I need you to sleep somewhere else tomorrow," he says, turning his head towards you. "Or have Nanami stay over." You raise your brows as your eyes meet his.

"I need to have sex with someone. You're giving me blue balls."

You snort before doubling over in laughter. "Okay, will do," you giggle, standing up to turn the lights out.

• • • • • • • •

"I'm going to throw up," you groan, smoothing your hand over your silver sequin cocktail dress. Nanami just got done fixing up your hair and makeup at her place, and you're looking incredible.

Your dress flows all the way to the floor and hugs you just right. The neckline forms into a V, ending just above your breasts to show off a little tasteful cleavage, and it's held up over your shoulders with two inch straps. Nanami had to cover up your two slutty hickeys that are still visible on your collar bones.

"Just don't ruin your makeup," she smirks. Nanami made you get dressed and ready at her place, since the last time you got ready for this steakhouse you were kidnapped and almost murdered. Fun times.

"Your ride is here," Mrs. Watanabe grins, peeking her head through the door. You take a few deep breaths before grabbing your jacket and heading to the front door, pausing to try and calm your heart rate down.

"You've got this, bitch," Nanami gleams, smacking you on the back. You nod and open the door, getting a glimpse of Namjoon standing at the gate.

Your knees almost buckle as his eyes lock with yours. Namjoon's dressed in a navy blue Dior tuxedo, with his hair slicked back and green contacts in. You're impressed you didn't bust your ass walking over to him.

"Wow," he breathes out, eyeing you up and down. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you smile. "You don't look too bad yourself."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes, forgetting the world exists for a few seconds.

"Excuse me," Nanami snaps, ripping you both from your trance. "Don't eye fuck each other right in front of me. It's rude."

"Ah, sorry," Namjoon smiles shyly, grabbing the back of his neck. "Hi Nanami."

"Hello Mister Beefcake," she grins, making Namjoon's shoulders relax a little. "Take care of my little pumpkin tonight or I will find you and end your fucking life."

"You got it," he chuckles. "I will return her tonight safe and sound."

"Return her tomorrow," Nanami sighs, placing her hands on her hips. "This bitch keeps groaning about how horny she is."

You gape at her as Namjoon tries to stifle his laughter. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" you seethe through clenched teeth.

Last night Jeffrey told you he's going to have sex with someone else, which was also him giving you the okay to have sex if you wanted to. You're not sure if you're ready or not, you plan to just see where the events of the evening take you and decide then.

"Noted," Namjoon smirks, moving his eyes back to you. "You ready?"

You nod but keep glaring at Nanami who's just standing there with a smug grin across her face.

Namjoon grabs your hand to lead you to the black limousine and you find Mr. James holding the door open.

"It's good to see you again," he smiles warmly, gesturing for you to hop in.

"Likewise," you grin, surprising him with a hug. He chuckles and hugs you back, and you can feel the smile on Namjoon's face behind you. You let him go and duck into the limo, Namjoon following almost immediately.

"Champagne?" Namjoon asks, sliding closer to you with a glass.

"Thanks," you nod, taking it from his hand. "How was visiting your parents?"

"It was really good," he smiles, relaxing back into his seat. "Mom was already asking when I can bring you back."

"I'll make sure to bring some potatoes for her next time," you laugh.

Namjoon visibly beams, hearing you'd be willing to visit again.

The twenty minute car ride flies by as he talks about his weekend, making sure to ask about yours as well. You don't even notice you've arrived until Mr. James opens the door, extending his arm to help you out of the vehicle. Your jaw drops when you step outside.

The steakhouse is in a gorgeous hotel that has to be at least thirty floors high. Namjoon's hand presses against the small of your back to lead you through the front entrance and you're greeted by dozens of hostesses in a line.

"Good evening Mr. Kim," an older woman smiles. "And you must be [Y/N], please come right this way." Your mouth is still slightly hanging open, making Namjoon chuckle as he pushes you forward.

You follow behind the hostess and enter a large dining room with multiple tables, waiters scattered across the floor assisting the customers with their orders. The walls are a crimson red with white drapes hanging from the massive windows. You can feel multiple eyes on you as Namjoon walks beside you, his hand still firmly pressed to your back.

"Here you are," she smiles, gesturing to a table towards the back, a little more secluded from everyone else. There's already a chilled bottle of wine waiting on the white table cloth. Namjoon steps forward to pull your chair out.

"Thank you," you grin, taking your seat.

"Thanks Iseul," Namjoon nods to the hostess as he sits across from you. "We'll start with the house salad. For the steaks make hers medium, and mine medium rare."

God he's so sexy ordering for me like that.

"Yes sir," she bows. "I'll be back shortly."

"She's not a hostess?" you ask.

"She's the owner."

He chuckles as your jaw slacks.

"I don't know why that surprises me," you sigh. "You're Kim Namjoon."

"Not tonight," he grins, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. "Tonight I'm just Joon."

You smile and bite into your lip. There's no awful crater in your chest tonight — just warmth and butterflies.

Iseul comes back in record time with two salads, grabbing the wine bottle to fill your glasses.

The conversation between you two flows seamlessly, almost as if nothing ever happened. You can feel your face getting a little numb from all the smiling, but you can't help it. You haven't been this happy in a while, and you're going to enjoy every moment of it.

"I want to ask you something," Namjoon says as he cuts into his steak, his voice turning a little more serious.

You raise your brows and wait for him to continue.

"Can you move back into our apartment?"

Your brows furrow in confusion. You're on your first real date since everything went down, it's a little soon to be moving back in together.

"Ah, I don't mean into my place," he smiles shyly. "I will get you your own place on another floor. You'll still have your privacy, and Jeffrey can stay too if you want. But I've been a nervous wreck knowing you're at that other apartment unprotected."

You look into his eyes and see nothing but genuine concern, shooting more butterflies into your stomach.

"Let me think about it," you say, taking a bite of your steak. "I wouldn't bring Jeffrey though, I don't have nightmares anymore. He only stays to make sure I'm safe."

Namjoon blinks at you, confused by your words.

"What?" you ask, lifting an eyebrow.

"Jeffrey doesn't stay because he likes you?"

"What?" you snort, letting out a laugh. "No. He doesn't like me like that."

Namjoon stares at you, clearly not believing what you're saying.

"Joon he's literally blowing some poor girl's back out as we speak," you giggle, making his mouth hang open. "He and I actually talked about it. He asked me how I felt and I told him I loved him, but more in the way I love Nanami, and he said he felt the same."

"Then why does he always have his hands and mouth all over you?" he asks, dumbfounded. His question doesn't come out condescending or judgmental, he's genuinely curious.

"Have you had feelings for every girl you've wanted to fuck?" you ask, making his eyes widen before your hand slaps over your mouth. "Wait," you panic, sitting up straighter, "that came out wrong. We seriously haven't fucked."

"But he wants to," Namjoon says with an unreadable expression on his face. You stiffen up, remembering Jeffrey's rock hard dick being pressed against you last night.

"I can't blame him," Namjoon says playfully, leaning back in his seat. "You're beautiful."

Your eyes search his, trying to figure out what he's thinking. "I don't know how I feel about this calm and unbothered Namjoon."

His brows raise. "What?"

"Would it bother you if I had sex with Jeffrey?" you ask him, not breaking eye contact.

"I don't have the right to-"

"I'm not asking if you have the right, I'm asking if it would bother you."

Namjoon's eyes bore into yours as he processes your words. His shoulders relax slightly but his expression hardens. "I would fucking hate it," he glares, making you shift in your seat. "I don't want anyone else knowing what you look like as you climax. Shaking and moaning beneath them. Leaving scratch marks on their backs."

Your lips part as your face turns the same color as the red wine in your glass, feeling the pressure building between your legs.

"The feeling of being inside you as you tighten around them, screaming their name — I don't want Jeffrey to know what that's like," he says sternly, leaning forward in his seat. "I don't want anyone else but me to see that sight ever again."

"Jesus," you breathe out, breaking eye contact to fan your face. "I don't know if I'm glad I asked or not. I almost passed out just now."

"Am I allowed to be jealous?" he asks, making your eyes dart back over to meet his.

"Are you asking my permission?"

"I am," he nods.

You blink at him as you feel your face switch from red to a light pink. Your eyes flicker down to your plate and you say, "Yes you can."

"Don't regret that," he chuckles, taking a sip from his wine glass.

Your body shivers as you watch him take a drink, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the red liquid down. His eyes remain on you as he flashes a cocky half smirk, knowing exactly what's going through your mind right now.

You push your horny thoughts to the side as you finish dinner, continuing to laugh and chat, feeling a slight buzz from the alcohol.

Namjoon pays the bill and stands up, reaching his hand out for you to join him. You ignore the stares as you happily follow behind him, his hand still firmly wrapped around yours.

"I want to show you something," he smiles, taking you to the elevators. He steps into the shaft and pulls out a card key, giving him access to the top floor. Your jaw drops as the doors open back up, the chilly breeze washing over you as he leads you out onto the rooftop. It's completely empty of other people, only illuminated by a string of lights hanging from the walls.

He pulls you to the edge, giving you one of the most beautiful views over the city. You gape in awe at how incredible the sight before you is. Tiny cars and tall buildings with lights shining so brilliantly it almost leaves you speechless.

"Wow," you exhale. "This is beautiful."

"It is," he smiles. But he's not smiling at the view, he's smiling at you.

Your breath hitches as he presses himself to your back, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as he takes in the view with you. Your hands reach up to grip his forearms as you lean into him, savoring the feeling of his body up against yours. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest but you don't even care if he can hear it. This is exactly where you want to be.

"I love you," he says softly into your ear, making your throat clench. "Thank you for letting me love you."

A thousand emotions flood through you as those words escape his lips. You grip his arms tighter, trying to contain the tears threatening to fall down your face.

"Thank you for loving me," you say back.

He pulls his arms back to turn you around, cupping your face to look longingly into your watery eyes. The love and affection he holds for you is oozing out of his pores, the look behind his eyes flooding your chest with warmth. Your skin tingles as he rubs his thumb across your cheek.

"I'm going to make this right again," he says, his voice smooth and low. "I just need you to trust me one more time."

"I do," you smile warmly.

Namjoon pulls you closer to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, then one on each cheek, then a final one on the tip of your nose. He smiles at you so beautifully it almost takes your breath away.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips, giving him the okay, and Namjoon's quick to pick up on it, causing your heart to do a cartwheel as he gently presses his lips against yours. The feeling of him against you again almost brings you to your knees.

Kissing Jeffrey was nice but it didn't do what Namjoon can do. You feel like you're floating, ecstasy coursing through your veins.

You catch him off guard when your tongue slides across his bottom lip, but it doesn't take long for him to take control, cradling your neck and opening your lips with his. His tongue glides across yours, the taste of him making you melt even more into his strong arms. You hum as he tastes every inch of your mouth he's so desperately been craving.

He pulls back for air, and you can't help but admire how beautiful he looks. His hooded eyelids, the fire in his eyes, his swollen lips from your mouth. The moonlight is dancing off his face, almost making him look ethereal.

"That key card," you say softly as your finger trails up his suit to wrap your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist. "Can it get us into a room here?"

Namjoon's eyes widen as he absorbs what you've just asked. He thought Nanami was joking. He wasn't even sure if you'd let him kiss you tonight, so sleeping with you hadn't even crossed his mind. Adrenaline rushes through his system at the thought of being inside you again.

His body relaxes slightly as he stares into your eyes. "It can," he finally answers.

One hand slides down his chest to slip his tie between two of your fingers. "What would you do if I said I wanted you?" you ask as you tug on his tie.

"I would take you into that room and make love to you all night," he says steely, eyes boring into yours. "I would drown you in pleasure so intense, you forget your own name." The desire in his eyes sends a jolt to your lower half, your core already aching for him.

"I want you," you whisper before he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is much greedier. Much hungrier. You let out a small moan as he pushes you against the cement railing, his body pressing into yours as he continues to taste you.

"Joon," you whimper into his mouth, your wetness pooling between your legs. "Please, don't make me wait any long- whoa!"

You're lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and he turns to head back to the elevators.

"Put me down!" you laugh, smacking his ass.

He steps into the elevator and sets you down before pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number. He presses the phone to his ear as he selects the 25th floor.

"Iseul," he says. "Activate my card for the penthouse."

He smirks as he looks over at you with your shiny eyes, grabbing your face with his free hand to kiss your lips.

"Yeah," he says into the phone, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "I'm going there now. Give me a late checkout too."

You're not sure you've ever been this turned on in your life.

"Joon I have work tomorr-"

You're silenced as his pointer finger presses against your lips, sending a chill down your spine.

"Yeah. Thanks Iseul, I owe you," he says before hanging up and turning to you. "You're taking tomorrow off."

You're about to protest but the elevator dings, opening up to a huge hallway. "I will handle it," he smirks, pulling you out by your hand. "I don't want your mind anywhere else but here tonight."

You feel yourself getting a little nervous now that it's actually about to happen. You're about to have sex with Namjoon. You're excited and anxious, but you're also beginning to get shy for some reason. The thought of him on top of you again has you drooling, but also feeling a little self conscious.

You follow him, hand in hand until you reach the last room at the end of the hall. His key card gets pressed to the handle, unlocking the door for him to step through.