"How do you like that?" Namjoon smirks, looking down at your face contorted in pleasure. He loves the way you writhe as he slowly pumps his length in and out of you, torturing you with his gradual speed.

"Faster," you beg, gripping the couch cushions beneath you. You open your eyes to see him looking down at where you're connected, ignoring your pleas as he continues to gently pump himself into you.

"God," he groans, making your breath hitch as he buries himself all the way to the hilt inside of you. "This is my favorite view."

Namjoon looms over you with your back flat against the couch. Your left leg is lifted up and over his shoulder while your right leg is bent with your foot on the ground. It's been a week since your injury but you and Namjoon have found a way to have sex almost every single day. The two main positions that don't pinch your hip are this couch position, and then anywhere Namjoon can bend you over. He's bent you over his couch, his island, his desk, his dinner table, and he even once came over and fucked you over Taehyung's computer table. You felt kinda bad for that one so you made sure to deep clean it afterwards.

You were worried he'd cut you off from sex like last time but he doesn't seem interested in that at all. In fact, he can't keep his hands off of you. You feel ugly now that the burns have started to heal, scabbing up your skin and making you itchy, but Namjoon clearly doesn't mind at all. He's taking any chance he can get to be buried inside you.

"Please, Joon," you pant, growing desperate, "fuck me harder." The slick sounds from him slowly pulsing in and out of you are driving you crazy. It's turning you on even more and you're this close to climbing on top of him and ignoring your hip pain.

"As you wish, baby," he chuckles, removing your leg from his shoulder to push your bent knee into the couch cushion, spreading your legs further apart. He positions himself above you, his arms extended out on either side of your head, making direct eye contact with you as he picks up the pace.

"Oh my god," you moan, gripping Namjoon's forearms. You're finding it difficult to hold his gaze since your eyes want to roll to the back of your head. The feeling of him quickening his thrusts shoots waves of ecstasy through your body.

"Fuck!" you cry out, digging your nails into his skin as he begins to slam into you. Your head snaps back as he skillfully rolls his hips with each thrust, knowing exactly how to hit your sweet spot.

Your breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his hand wrap around your throat, squeezing against the sides to intensify your pleasure. "Look at me when you cum," he growls, tightening his grip.

He knows you're close. He knows your body so well you don't even have to tell him anymore. You instinctively close your eyes as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to snap, and Namjoon grips your throat even tighter, actually cutting off some airflow. "I said look at me," he commands, making your eyes meet his.

"Oh god," you moan shakily as his eyes bore into yours, your walls clenching tightly around him as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. The sight of his hooded eyes staring straight into your soul as you come undone makes your chest feel like it's going to explode. He continues to fuck you through your high, thrusting himself into you harder each time. The way your legs tremble around him strokes his ego, reminding him he's the only person who can make you cum like this.

"Fuck," you exhale, coming down off your high as his grip releases from your neck. You look down at where you're connected and watch him thrust into you, probably pretty close himself. You roll your hips with his and earn a husky moan from his mouth.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder as he begins to climax, his thrusts getting sloppy as he releases into the condom. "Fuck," he grunts as he makes his last pump, pushing himself up just enough to place a soft kiss on your lips. Namjoon keeps himself buried inside of you as he kisses you deeply.

"I love you," he says huskily between another kiss. Namjoon's been kissing you a lot after sex and you're not sure why, but you don't mind it. After kissing you for another minute he slowly peels himself off of you and eases himself out, the both of you groaning as he does.

You both decided to go back to your old contract days, without the actual contract of course. You stay over four nights a week, both of you agreeing it's smart to still take some time and not rush back into living together.

The two of you are practically back together, but there's something stubborn within you that doesn't want to give him his boyfriend title back. He desperately wants to call you his girlfriend but he's not rushing you. He said you'll know when you're ready and he'll be patiently waiting until then.

"Let's shower," he says and you give him a look of terror. "I promise no more sex," he laughs, helping you off the couch. "Just let me help you wash your burns."

You begrudgingly trudge behind him, not wanting to feel the hot water on your wound.

"Fuck," you grit, gripping into Namjoon's back as he gently smoothes the sponge over your injury. The doc gave you a special disinfectant soap and puffy sponge to wash yourself with, and Namjoon has made you use it every day.

After he's done he dries you off and you jump into one of his t-shirts, waiting for him to walk back to the bed with gauze to tape you up. Once done he picks you up off the bed and carries you like a princess back to the couch, pressing small kisses against your temple on the way there.

You don't like feeling like a burden, but Namjoon is practically begging for you to let him take care of you. He's been so sweet and gentle with you – outside of a few sessions of rough sex – and you're somehow falling for him even harder. It's actually scaring you a bit just how perfect and happy you are with life right now.

You nestle yourself into his side in your usual couch cuddling position as he opens his phone up. A new thing the two of you like to do is watch funny T*kTok's and Inst*gram reels together.

He scrolls through a few videos before the screen flashes a familiar face. Your face. With a small black bar covering your eyes.

The both of you jump to sit up straight as you gape at the headline.

Today's News:

Kim Seokjin rumored to be dating the Foreign Hero.

"What the fuck?" you exhale. "When did I start dating Jin?"

The video starts with a replay of you saving Mrs. Kim's dog, but then the camera zooms in to her face and not yours.

The captions at the bottom reads:

The dog rescued by the Foreign Hero belongs to none other than Kim Seokjin's mother.

"A bit of a stretch to assume you two are dating just from that," Namjoon snorts, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist.

Both of your jaws drop at the next image put up onto the screen. It's a photo of you and Jin hugging in the hospital, and Namjoon's in the back talking to the young nurse with the pink bow. There's a black bar over your eyes and hers, but it's clear as day who everyone is.

Your phone begins to vibrate next to you with hundreds of thousands of Inst*gram notifications popping up.

"Shit," you mutter, reaching for your cell phone. "Didn't take long for them to find me."

"Don't read them," Namjoon says sternly, taking your phone from you. "Trolls can get real mean online."

You roll your eyes right as Namjoon gets a call from Jin.

"Hey hyung," he answers frustratedly, running his hand through his hair. You pull yourself off of him so he can sit up straight. "I just saw it. I'm here with [Y/N]. How did this get leaked?"

"I'm going to go ahead and apologize now," Jin says through the phone. It's pressed to Namjoon's ear but you can hear him too.

"Why?" Namjoon asks, the two of you raising a brow at each other.

Jin lets out a long sigh. "My mother is the one who took and leaked the photo."

"What?!" you both exclaim.

"I don't know what's going on," Jin groans. "My mother hasn't liked a single girl I've brought home but she's suddenly obsessed with a random girl who saved her dog. Apparently she's serious about getting me and [Y/N] together."

Namjoon's jaw clenches as he looks at the ground.

"I've been talking to her and she hasn't mentioned anything about you," you say, surprising the both of them.

"You've been talking to her?" Jin asks, panic rising in his voice.

"I mean not a lot," you shrug. "It's been like twice. She only called to ask how I was doing. I even boasted about how good Namjoon has been to me and she didn't seem bothered."

"Fuck," Jin grunts. "[Y/N] block her number now."

"Okay," you nod, taking your phone back from Namjoon. "Sorry, I didn't know she was still on about that."

"It's not your fault. I will handle her. Just ignore her if she tries to contact you, okay?"

"Yes sir," you say playfully, hitting the block button as soon as you find her number.

"[Y/N] this is serious," Namjoon glares. "They already know your name and face if they found your socials. Shut that down too."

"Fine," you roll your eyes, opening up the app. It crashes twice before it finally lets you tap your profile. Namjoon stands up and continues to talk to Jin and you take the opportunity to scroll through some of the comments.

You'd braced yourself for the worst but most comments are actually really nice and supportive. There's definitely some mean messages about you being ugly, fat, an outsider, etc. but most of the comments consist of "congratulations," "how does it feel to live my dream," and some variation of "enjoy that turbo sized dick for the rest of us."

You private your Inst*gram but your follower count has already shot up to 48k, and the follow requests come flooding in continuously. You refresh your page and suddenly get an error, saying your account does not exist.

"BigHit just shut all of your social media down," Namjoon says from behind you. "They're locking up everything of yours that could leak any sort of personal information."

You groan and lean your head back against the cushions.

"I'm sorry baby," Namjoon says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before turning back to talk to Jin again.

"Yeah," he sighs into the phone. "We'll lay low. I won't let her leave the building for a while."

"But what about work?" you whine. "I'm going to be so bored."

"We'll talk with Mr. Lim later," he says softly, patting your head. "You at least need to lay low here for two days. We could probably work something out to get you transferred to the company building secretly the same way we do."

"Okay," you pout, crossing your arms.

"Is [Y/N] okay?!" a panicked voice asks as the door bangs open. Jimin comes rushing in first, the words leaving his lips so fast you almost don't catch what he said. Taehyung and Jeffrey trail close behind him, looking just as distressed as Jimin sounds.

"Yeah I'm fine," you sigh, getting up on your knees to face the door. You rest your elbows on the back of the couch and hold your face in your hands. "What're you guys up to for the next few days? I'm going to need entertainment."

Things between Jeffrey and Namjoon are tense, but they're both putting up with it for you. Well, mostly Namjoon since Jeffrey doesn't seem bothered by him. They've seen each other twice, once at work and once when you brought Jeffrey over for dinner, hoping they'd get along. Namjoon's also at a disadvantage since he's friends with Taehyung now.

"Are you actually okay though?" Jeffrey asks seriously, walking over towards you. "Did you see any comments? Don't read them."

"I already saw them," you smile. "I was getting my ass roasted by some fans but most of them were actually really funny. There's a lot of people that support mine and Jin's relationship."

"Relationship my ass," Namjoon growls, hanging up on Seokjin. "If you're not in a relationship with me you're not in a relationship with anyone."

"Goddammit Namjoon," you scowl. "We just had sex can you please not turn me on again?"

The other three choke before bursting out in laughter while Namjoon just glares at you with his cheeks a little pink.

He does not like this situation one bit. His phone is already flooding with messages from everyone who knows about your relationship with him — Jackson, Jennie, the staff members, and even his mom, plus many others he's told but you haven't met. Luckily he's in the background of yours and Jin's embrace so it doesn't look like you're actually cheating on him. Everyone in the entertainment industry knows how this goes.

He also hates that the person behind all this is Jin's mom. He's met her multiple times and even though she's a bit standoffish he thought of her as family, since she's related to Jin.

"It'll be fine, hyung," Taehyung smiles, slapping his back.

"I don't know," Namjoon grimaces, looking at the floor. "Jin's mom is the one who leaked this. She's pretty powerful."

"What?!" Jimin exclaims. "Why would she do that to her own son?"

"I'm too perfect," you whine sarcastically.

"She's set on [Y/N] leaving me for Jin," Namjoon says, ignoring you and making Jimin's and Taehyung's eyes bulge.

"Fat fucking chance," Jeffrey laughs, patting your head. "This dumb bitch is obsessed with you."

Namjoon's cheeks flush pink as you grin at him like you don't have a care in the world. "It'll be fine, Joon," you smile. "I love Jin and he's hot as fuck but he's not you."

"Okay, gross," Jeffrey groans as Namjoon's ears turn tomato red. "Also, why were you even hugging Jin?"

"I was still kind of high off the meds," you smile shyly. "I was thanking him for the new phone he bought me."

"This is all happening because you were on some loopy juice?" Jeffrey laughs. "Classic [Y/N]."

"I still can't believe his own mother did this," Jimin huffs. "I've met her and she seemed nice."

"Same," Namjoon sighs, walking over to stand next to you. "And of course Jin's family is wealthy, so she'll be hard to deal with."

"I bet Jin will handle it," you shrug like it's no big deal. "He handles everything."

"Uh, guys," Jimin says nervously. "It got worse."

The room tenses up as Jimin flips his phone around to reveal a photo of you and Jin standing in the apartment lobby. You're in the same outfit from the previous photo in the hospital. Your back is facing the camera as Jin has his hand wrapped around your forearm, his body leaned down to kiss you.

All of their eyes snap towards you as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Son of a bitch."

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