"Son of a bitch," you groan, rubbing your temples. "Joon, I know this..." you trail off as you notice he's not looking at you.

You stare at Namjoon who refuses to meet your eyes while everyone else just simmers in the awkward tension.

"Why are you not looking at me, Kim Namjoon?" you ask angrily. He continues to stare down at the photo of you and Jin.

This can't be happening. There is no way in hell he can think I kissed Seokjin.

Your throat tightens as he keeps his eyes down. Fear starts to creep up into your chest, making you want to vomit.

"You're fucking joking right now, right?" Jeffrey grits through his teeth, taking a step towards Namjoon. Jeffrey's tone must've yanked him out of his trance, making Namjoon's eyes snap up to his.

He looks around the room, blinking like he's confused. He turns to you and visibly panics when he sees an angry tear fall down your face. "Wait, what's wrong?"

"Do you think I kissed Jin?" you glare furiously.

"What?" Namjoon's eyes almost bulge out of his head. "Do you think I'm dumb enough to believe that right now?"

"Then why weren't you answering me?" you ask as your breath gets shaky, more tears falling down your face. You're terrified of hurting like that again.

"I'm so sorry," he says frantically, grabbing your hand. "I zoned out, I'm sorry. No, of course I don't think you kissed Jin."

You angrily wipe your tears and look down at the back of the couch.

"Hey," he says softly, wrapping you in his arms over the cushions. "I'm sorry. You and Jin have my full trust. I'm just angry at the situation and got lost in thought."

"Christ, man," Jeffrey exhales, putting his hand over his chest. "Don't scare me like that. I don't think I can take all three of you at once."

"Oh don't you worry," Jimin smirks, grabbing Jeffrey's shoulder. "It would be three versus one but the one would be Namjoon-hyung. We would all beat his ass together."

"You guys should definitely beat my ass if I ever think something that stupid again," Namjoon says, letting go of you. He lifts your face up to wipe your tears. "I'm sorry baby. My anger's only towards Jin-hyung's mom."

"Okay," you sniffle and nod.

"Can you tell me what happened though?" he asks softly while smoothing his thumb over your cheek. "Just so I can have some context."

"He was blowing an eyelash out of my eye," you mumble. "It was after he drove us back from the hospital."

"Where were you, hyung?" Jimin asks.

"It must've been when I was getting her meds," Namjoon groans, pinching between his eyes. "We were halfway through the lobby when I had to turn around because I left her medicine in the car."

"Yeah," you frown. "But honestly it was so quick I have no clue how she managed to take that photo at that exact time and exact angle."

Namjoon sighs as he pulls his phone back out, getting hundreds of messages all at once. Now it'll be really hard to defend you to everyone with that second picture floating around.

You look down at your phone and see a notification from BigHit.

"Wow they're fast," you huff out a laugh, opening it up to read the announcement.

BigHit went the friendship route, saying you and Jin were friends before your recent hiring with HYBE, and that your relationship is purely platonic. They didn't elaborate much more than that, other than saying the photos were taken at misleading angles.

They did manage to threaten legal action if the photos continue to circulate, but they probably can't do much about Mrs. Kim. Namjoon seems to think the company won't be able to touch her due to her wealth and power, and not to mention her being Jin's mother.

"So what do we do now?" Jeffrey asks.

"For now we wait to see if we hear from hyung," Namjoon frowns. "It'll get ugly if he can't fix it and has to involve the company."

"Jin-hyung fixes everything," Taehyung smiles. "We probably don't even need to worry."

"True," Jimin grins. "It wouldn't surprise me if this is all blown over by morning."

"I hope so," Namjoon groans.

"We're going to head back now that we know you guys are okay," Taehyung says. "We're at my place just playing video games if you guys want to join."

You grip the back of Namjoon's shirt.

"We'll probably just stay in tonight but I'll text you," Namjoon smiles as they walk out the door. "Thanks for the invite."

You bite into your lip to contain your tears as Namjoon turns back to you. He walks around the couch to sit next to you, pulling you to him. As you begin to cry he cradles you in his arms, leaning back into the cushions and stroking your hair.

You cling to his t-shirt and bury your face in the crook of his neck. Thinking Namjoon would believe you'd kiss Jin brought out a little PTSD from the breakup. You've forgiven him but that doesn't mean all the hurt completely disappeared. You still get triggered by little things sometimes.

Namjoon places gentle kisses against your head and whispers "I love you" in between each one as you silently sob into his shoulder. He knows why you're crying. He feels awful. But all he can do right now is hold you and reassure you.

You start to calm down and Namjoon cups your cheek and wipes your tears, making you look into his eyes. He remains silent as he stands up off the couch before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to his room.

After setting you down he turns out the lights and just leaves a lamp on before crawling into the bed next to you, pulling the covers over your bodies. You sniffle and look into his eyes as he hovers over you, his upper body propped up on his left arm, his right hand smoothing over your cheek.

"I trust you," he says softly, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry for scaring you." You grip his shirt and search his beautiful eyes, trying to find any hint of a lie but you can't. His lips softly meet yours again, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck. He continues to kiss you slowly and deeply, only using a little bit of tongue.

Your body begins to calm down as you melt into him. The way he's kissing you so passionately sends a shiver up your spine. He pulls back for air and rests his forehead against yours. "I love you," he says, almost a whisper. "I'm never going to hurt you like that again."

You nod and he presses one more soft kiss against your lips. He lays on his back, pulling you to him to rest your head on his chest. You melt into him some more, the sound of his heartbeat grounding you. You squeeze yourself to his side like a koala bear as he kisses the top of your head, but makes sure to be careful of your injuries.

"I love you too," you mumble. "Don't do that again."

"I promise baby," he chuckles. "It won't happen again. I trust you with my life."

You nod again, feeling your eyelids getting heavy. Namjoon rubs your back as you lose the fight to exhaustion. For the first time in a while you drift to sleep before he does.

You're woken up by a ray of the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. You stretch your body out, wincing at the slight pain in your hip as you stretch a little too far. Your backside feels a little cold and you turn over to find Namjoon gone from his spot. It's rare for you to wake up after him on days he doesn't have to be up early.

You drag yourself out of bed and wash up before heading into the living area. Your eyes open wide when you see Namjoon standing in the kitchen, plating your breakfast shirtless.

"Good morning baby," he smiles. "Are you hungry? I was just about to wake you up."

"Did you make this?" you ask, gawking at the food as you walk closer.

"I won't set the kitchen on fire just from toast and eggs," he laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist to kiss your temple. "And here's some fruit. Take these to the table and I'll grab us drinks."

Picking up the two plates you walk to the table and seat yourself as Namjoon grabs two waters from the fridge. You're still staring down at the breakfast when he sits down.

"Are you really that shocked?" he chuckles. "I'm almost offended that you think I'm that bad at cooking."

"Well you can't really blame me," you giggle. "But I also know you just don't really like to cook. What's the occasion?"

"I just wanted to eat with you before I head out," he smiles, taking a bite of his toast.

"You're the cutest thing ever, you know that?" you say almost angrily. "Did you workout this morning? Why are you up so early?"

He looks amazing right now. His skin is glistening and he's dressed only in jogger shorts, allowing your eyes to travel over every muscle, and his hair is a bit disheveled like it just recently dried.

"Yeah, I just did a light workout," he says. "I slept really well but woke up around six because I'm stressed about this scandal. I need to shower and head to the company soon."

"Have you heard from Jin?" you ask, taking a bite of your eggs.

"No," he frowns, poking at his watermelon. "I texted him when I woke up but it's only 7:30, he might still be asleep."

"I'm sure it's okay," you shrug.

"I'm worried about your safety," he sighs, looking sexy as hell as he runs his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. "There's a lot of people against us, and Jin-hyung has many people that want to hurt him just because he's successful."

"Really?" you say, trying to distract yourself from his body. He's being serious and all you can think about is his dick. You're not really worried about the scandal, you have everything you need here and at the company. Your friends can always come see you at this apartment. Sure you'll eventually want to go out but the rumors should die down soon.

"Yeah, Jin-hyung was born with a silver spoon in his mouth," he says. "He's gone through plenty of trials and adversity in his life but no one wants to recognize that. They only think about how he was born into wealth and is in one of the most successful groups."

"That's ridiculous," you roll your eyes. "Another person's success shouldn't bother you, it should inspire you."

He looks up at you while you stuff four grapes into your mouth like a chipmunk, making him laugh. "I agree," he chuckles, sitting back up to finish his food. "Maybe you would make a great couple with Jin-hyung."

"I'm sure I would," you tease back. "But his dick isn't the one I want to ride."

His eyebrows raise at you with a smirk.

"When do you have to leave for work?" you ask, eyeing him up and down.

"Maybe in about an hour or so, why?"

"Because I want to ride you."

His jaw slacks at your forwardness. "Right now?"

"Right now," you nod, squeezing your legs together.

He blinks at you for a moment. "We can't do that position, it'll hurt your hip."

"Not if we do it like this." You stand up and slip your shirt over your head before tossing it to the ground, making Namjoon's breath hitch as you sit on his lap and straddle him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your bare breasts against him, making him stiffen.

He groans as you sink yourself onto his length that's already starting to swell. "I need to shower," he says, breathing a little heavier. "I'm gross."

"No," you say sternly. "I want you just like this."

You crash your lips against his and his hands travel up your back, pulling you tighter against him. He eases his tongue into your mouth, tasting a hint of grape while you taste a hint of watermelon. You whimper as he suckles your bottom lip between his teeth.

You feel him getting harder and grind your hips into him, making him groan as you pull back for air. His hands travel down to your ass, taking control of your hip movements against him. Your clit starts to brush against his half hardened length, earning moans from your mouth. His lips trail down your neck as he starts to grind into you as well. You take in his scent and only get more turned on. His musky smell isn't gross at all. He smells like a man, but his natural delicious scent is still mixed in, making the wetness between your legs pool even more.

"We need a condom," he says huskily, leaving a small hickey on your breast. Lately he enjoys marking you, and you told him it was okay as long as they can be hidden easily.

"Dammit," you click your tongue, getting off of him. All you have to do is take two steps to the kitchen island and pull one out of the drawer. Since the burns, Namjoon keeps condoms all over the place as he never knows what piece of furniture he's going to bend you over.

As you're standing Namjoon sits up to push his shorts and boxers past his thighs and down to the floor. Your heart jumps up to your throat when you turn around to see him fully naked and waiting for you. Seeing Namjoon's bare length resting against his stomach is one of your favorite sights. You've actually been craving him raw lately but you aren't going to tell him that. You know he has a hard time saying no to you, and he really can't risk it even if the chances are slim.

You step back over to him and his fingers slip into the hem of your underwear, making sure to gently pull them over your injured side and drop them to the floor. You move to straddle him again but he stops you by grabbing your waist.

You grip his shoulders and whimper as his fingers slide between your folds, making his eyes burn with desire at how wet you are. You're not sure why Namjoon gets so surprised by how wet you get for him but it's like a new present every time he sees it.

"Namjoon I want y-"

"I need to stretch you."

"But we just did it yesterday it's probably fi-"

"It wasn't a question," he glares, making your knees weak.

He coats his fingers with your juices before traveling back up to circle your clit. Your legs tremble as you try to stay standing up. Namjoon grabs your knee with his other hand to spread your legs more, allowing him to enter a digit inside of you.

"Fuck," you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He begins pulsing into you and looks up, only getting harder at the sight of your brows pinching together and eyes wired shut at the pleasure. He sees you biting into your lip so he enters another finger.

"What have I told you about holding your voice back?" he growls, gripping your hip with his other hand. "Let me hear you."

"Joon," you whimper as he begins to stretch you, pleasure coursing through your lower half. His thumb continues to circle your bud as he works inside of you, making you moan just the way he likes it.

"Please, baby," you whine, looking down at his fully hard member. "That's enough."

His favorite thing is being called Joon but he loves it when you throw pet names in sometimes. Your legs are trembling with desire as he pulls out of you and he can feel it, boosting his ego and taking the condom from your hands.

You watch impatiently as he removes the latex and covers his length. You gasp as he slips his fingers between your folds again, coating his hand with your wetness before bringing it back to his length, using your juices as a lubricant to palm himself.

He grabs your hips and pulls you to hover over him. You slowly start to sit down as he guides his length to your entrance, whimpering as his tip enters you. It's a little easier to take him since you've been having sex so much recently, but he's still big enough to where you need time to adjust.

You take him another inch or two as he swallows your moans, gliding his tongue across yours. He grunts into your mouth as you take him the rest of the way, not needing to stop and adjust. He kisses you deeply as you sit on his length, letting your walls conform to him.

"You are so fucking sexy," he whispers huskily before sliding his tongue back into your mouth. After a few more seconds you begin to roll your hips slowly, moaning as your clit brushes against his abdomen.

"Fuck," he grits through his teeth, watching you start to bounce up and down. He loves the sight of you taking him, but he also sees the mark on your side.

"Are you okay?" he asks, looking up into your eyes.

"More than okay," you answer breathlessly.

Another thing Namjoon's been into lately is eye contact. You hold his gaze as you slowly slide up and down his length, reveling in the fact that you can make him look like this. Hooded eyes, swollen lips, heavy breathing, sweat beading on his forehead — it's all from you.

As usual when you're on top, Namjoon gets greedy. After a few minutes he grabs your hips to take control of your movement, making you slide up and down him a little faster. Your nails dig into his back as he starts to raise himself into you.

"Fuck, oh my god," you moan, closing your eyes. You love feeling him pump into you from the bottom. Each stroke from this angel hits your sweet spot, making you cry out his name.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. His hands move to your ass and you pull your chest to his as your arms wrap around him. One hand digs into his back as the other grips his hair when he starts thrusting into you, hard, taking full control.

"Joon, oh god!" you cry out, snapping your head back from the pleasure. His rough thrusts mixed with soft brushes against your clit shoot ecstasy through your veins.

"Cum for me baby," he growls into your shoulder.

"Fuck!" you yell as your orgasm crashes over you, making your whole body shake. He fucks you good and hard through your release, stopping his movements when you start whimpering from the overstimulation.

"Finish me with your mouth," he pants.

You ease him out of you and get on your knees. He stands up so you don't have to bend over and pulls the condom off. He fists your hair in his hand as he guides you to him, grunting as you immediately take all of him in your mouth.

He tugs on your hair as you suck him good, getting turned on again by the small moans escaping his lips. You pull off of him and look up in his eyes.

"Throat fuck me."

"Are you sure?" he asks, breathless and surprised. "I don't want to h-"

"It wasn't a question," you glare, throwing his words back at him.

He licks his lips and smirks. "God, you were literally made to be fucked by me."

Before you can react he swings the chair next to you, placing one foot up as he guides your mouth back to his length. He grips your hair tighter this time, and starts off slowly bobbing your head back and forth before quickening his pace. Your eyes water as his hips begin to thrust his dick farther down your throat.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, fucking your throat just like you asked. "You're such a good girl."

You almost have to tap out from how hard he's slamming into you. It's not hurting you but his massive length isn't letting you breathe much. But mama didn't raise no bitch.

You take him until his thrusts get sloppy and you feel the white ribbon coat the back of your throat. You swallow it down but have to cough to catch your breath once he releases you.

"Oh my god," he gasps, crouching down to you. "Are you okay?"

He cups your cheeks and his heart does a backflip as he looks at your messy face, some of his cum still dripping from your lips. Your hooded eyes and deep breathing almost make him hard all over again.

"I almost died but I'm not a quitter," you smirk, wiping the cum from your mouth and licking it off your fingers.