You take in the feeling of South Korea's frigid winter against your skin, extending your hand off the balcony to watch the snow melt onto your palm. A gentle hand rests against your hip from behind, and the sensation of Namjoon's plump lips pressing against the skin of your neck makes you shiver more than the freezing night air.

"What are you doing?" he asks, placing gentle kisses up to your ear. "It's cold out here, come back inside."

"Okay," you giggle as his stubble tickles your neck. "I was just admiring the snow."

Namjoon gently holds your hand in his to lead you through the sliding glass doors, catching you off guard when he crashes his lips against yours as soon as you step inside. You happily reciprocate, letting your body melt into his as your hands travel up his toned abs and over his shoulders.

Cradling the back of your neck, he slips his tongue between your lips to deepen the kiss, shooting bolts of electricity through your body that you still can't seem to get used to. His fingers sneakily slip into the hem of your new RJ pajama pants, gripping your bare ass and making you groan into his mouth.

"Is that what we're doing right now?" you ask with a sly smile.

"It is," he says huskily, his hooded and lustful eyes making you squeeze your legs together. "I need you right now."

You happily follow him into his bedroom — well it's not only his bedroom anymore — and jump onto the mattress, giggling as he crawls on top of you to cover you with kisses. His lips trail down your neck and you stick your hand up in the air, admiring your ring again.

It's been a month since Nanami woke up, and the holidays came and went by in a flash. You and Namjoon went over to the Watanabe's for New Years and rang in the new year with the four of them. Nanami's healing really well, and she doesn't seem to have any major head trauma. Sometimes she forgets small things, like why she walked into a room or not turning off the water when she's done washing her hands, but the doctors said that's normal and it should just be temporary.

"Why are you not paying attention to me?" Namjoon glares, pulling back when he notices you aren't responding to his touch. "Are you staring at that stupid ring again?"

"You take that back," you scowl. "My ring is not stupid."

You spend so much time drooling over and marveling at your ring that Namjoon actually gets jealous.

That's right. He gets jealous over a ring.

That he bought you.

In his defense, you do sometimes stop whatever you're doing to stare at your hand, which is what you did just now. He's currently trying to make love to you and you're ignoring him.

"Okay, fine," you laugh as he cutely pushes his lips into a pout. "I'm sorry, I'm paying attention. But it's your fault for getting me such a nice ring."

The silver piece on your hand looks simple and modern but it's actually worth $10,000. The crazy bastard went and spent $10k on one ring, meaning in total it was $20k for both. You can't even imagine how insane the engagement ring will be one day.

Namjoon's lips meet yours again and you melt into him as usual, and it doesn't take very long to get you shaking and moaning beneath him just the way he likes it.

Pretty much everything has gone back to normal except for Nanami still not being able to do much physical activity. The other day she complained because she wanted to get Jimin off and he wouldn't let her. He's just as wary about her health as Namjoon is about yours — which is cute in a way, but when you're horny it's just annoying as fuck.

"Joon, I'm going to cum," you whine, clawing at his back as he thrusts into you.

"Just hold on a little longer for me baby," he pants, quickening his pace. "I want to cum at the same time."

You nod and bite into your lip, trying your hardest to push back your orgasm. Maybe if Namjoon weren't so damn good in bed you wouldn't have this problem. But you're not complaining. It's a good problem to have.

You dig your nails into his back, feeling yourself losing the battle. "Joon," you cry out. "I can't hold it it, I'm-"

It's too late, the knot in your lower stomach snaps and you cry out his name. Luckily it seems like you held out just long enough because Namjoon begins moaning into your ear and you feel his thrust getting sloppier, finishing himself into the condom. Your legs tremble as you finish through your release, the both of you panting from exhaustion.

You shiver as he eases himself out of you before pushing yourself off the bed to run to the bathroom.

"Come here," he smiles, patting your side of the mattress when you return in one of his oversized t-shirts. You skip over to him before hopping into the bed and nestling yourself into his side.

"What time are we leaving tomorrow?" you ask him.

"Let's leave around 9 so we can get to their place by lunch time," he smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Mom said she's making tofu jjigae and seaweed soup for your birthday."

"Yay!" you squeal, clapping your hands together. "I'm so excited to see them again."

"They've been asking about you nonstop since everything went down," he chuckles, placing another kiss on your forehead.

Namjoon told his parents everything. He told them every detail about Hae-Ran, Jin's mother, Nari, and even the situation with Jin. He couldn't really avoid it since your photo was everywhere in the media as "Jin's secret fiancé." He did manage to keep the part out where you sucked his best friend's dick though. Namjoon also told all of his friends, which included people like Jackson and Jennie. Actually most of the idol community knows by now since word spreads fast.

You turn over when you see your phone light up on the bedside table. You sit straight up and gasp when you see the caller ID, making Namjoon sit up in nervousness like something's wrong.

Video Call from: Bubba💩

"It's my brother," you grin. "Want to say hi?"

"R-right now?" he gapes. It clearly looks like you two just fucked each other senseless.

"Mason already knows about our kinky sex life," you snort, making his mouth hang open farther. "But I haven't told him you're Kim Namjoon yet."

"Fuck no," he says frantically, hopping out of the bed to put a shirt on and fix his hair. "I'm not saying hello looking like this."

You laugh and slide the bar over to answer the call, getting excited when you see your brother's beautiful brown eyes and honey skin.

"[Y/N]!" he beams, speaking in English. "What are you up to? You look like shit."

"Thanks, dick head," you laugh. "We're just about to go to bed. What's up?"

"Just calling to say hi," he smiles. He's still in California so he's just waking up when you're going to bed. "Is the boyfriend there? Do I get to see him this time?"

You glance up at your panicked boyfriend still trying to get dressed and fix his hair.

"You can," you giggle, turning back to the phone. "But he's getting ready so give him a few minutes. Have you talked to mom or dad?"

"Mom called last month to see how I was doing."

"And how are you doing?"

"Pretty good," he shrugs. "I've started seeing someone recently but it's not that serious yet. I'm hoping it will be but it's only been a few months."

"My boyfriend told me he loved me after two months," you snicker, receiving an angry glare from across the room. "It worked out fine."

"Yeah but you're starstruck over whoever he is," Mason laughs, making Namjoon's face go from angry to shy. "He knew he could say it to you."

"True," you huff out a laugh, watching Namjoon walk back to the bed in a black t-shirt with his hair brushed out. "Just don't freak out when I introduce you, okay? You know him."

"I know him?" he asks with a brow raised. "I've only met Nanami and a few of your coworkers. Is it that hot English guy?"

"No," you roll your eyes, noticing Namjoon's jaw clench. "You don't know him personally but you know of him."

"Just let me see him," Mason huffs. "You've kept me waiting for months now. You tell me about his dick but not his face."

You bite into your lip to control your laughter when Namjoon's bright red face looks at you in horror. "You told him what?" he asks in English, his voice a mixture of shock and anger. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Oh," Mason raises his brows. "He speaks English? Is he Korean?"

"Yeah he's full Korean," you grin, patting the mattress next to you for Namjoon to sit down. "But he has a 148 IQ so he picked up English really easily."

"That sounds like that one dude from BTS," Mason chuckles, making you burst out into laughter and confusing him more.

Namjoon nervously sits down onto the mattress, glaring at you as he scoots closer. You silently lean against Namjoon's shoulder and put the two of you into the camera frame.

Mason's eyes narrow as he looks at his phone screen. "Wait that really looks like-"

"Mason, this is Namjoon," you smile. "Namjoon, this is Mason."

"Hello," Namjoon smiles nervously as Mason's jaw almost comes unhinged.

"[Y/N] are you fucking with me right now?" he gapes, keeping his eyes glued to your beefcake of a boyfriend.

"I told you that you'd freak out," you tilt your head back and laugh. "It's really him."

"It's nice to meet you," Namjoon flashes a more confident dimple smile, clearly making Mason's heart skip a beat.

"Christ," Mason exhales. "Don't smile at me like that. I'm going to forget about the guy I'm talking to."

This time the both of you laugh, and Namjoon wraps his arm behind your waist.

"We'll be in Los Angeles next month, maybe we could meet in person," Namjoon grins, pulling you closer. It's so sexy when he uses his people skills. Namjoon always gets nervous before meeting new people but never fails to draw good conversation out, being the perfect little extrovert.

"Absolutely, man," Mason beams. "I'd love to meet up. Thanks for taking good care of our little dumbass."

"Watch your fucking mouth," you glare at him.

"Wow, you guys really are similar," Namjoon laughs. "I look forward to meeting you Mason."

"Get my number from [Y/N], she's a fucking terrible texter so I'll probably have to get the details from you."

"Hell no," you scowl. "You're going to try and take him from me."

"Seems like someone is scared I could do it," he winks.

"I'm hanging up now," you roll your eyes. "I'll really text you in a few weeks about California."

"Fine," he chuckles. "Bye Namjoon, I'm glad I finally got to see your face."

"Same here, Mason," he waves.

You hang up and throw your phone down onto the comforter. "You are not allowed to have his number," you frown.

"Baby," he laughs, tilting your chin up to press his lips against yours. "You think after all this I'm going to leave you for your brother? When I'm not even gay?"

"I'm not taking any chances," you glare, crossing your arms over your chest. "Mason has an impressive way of turning straight guys."

Namjoon grips your hip to pull you closer to him before sliding his hand down your thigh and hooking his hand under your knee. In one swift motion he pulls you over him to place you in a straddling position while he lays back against the headboard. You never put any underwear back on so your breath hitches when your bare heat sinks into his lap.

"Being jealous is my thing but it's really sexy when you do it," he smirks with his dimple flashing at you. "I'm never leaving you, you're stuck with me."

"You're damn right I am," you huff, crossing your arms back over your chest. "I'm addicted to the namtiddy and it's all your fault."

Namjoon slowly runs his hands up your thighs, inching himself closer to your center and making you look down.

"Joon, we literally just fucked," you say in confusion.

"But I didn't get to taste you," he whines, lifting up the hem of your t-shirt for him to get a good look at your heat against his shorts. "Just let me eat you out, I'll be quick."

A shiver runs down your spine as his hands grip the insides of your thighs, his thumbs running over your folds but staying clear of your core. Your breath hitches when you look back up at him and his eyes are already full of lust again, his tongue slowly dragging across his bottom lip. "Please, baby," he groans so hungrily you already know you're a goner.

You shudder as his right thumb gently strokes your clit, igniting that familiar burn in your lower stomach again. Your brows pinch together and your hands find his shoulders as he begins to make slow circles, lifting your shirt back up to watch your pussy start throbbing for him.

"Fuck," you breathe heavily, feeling your wetness already pooling onto the fabric of his white shorts.

He removes his hands from your heat and gently grabs your ass to lift you slightly. You grip the headboard as he slides himself down to lay flat on his back, centering himself right underneath your aching core.

"Fuck, your cunt is beautiful," he says huskily, spreading your folds to get a good look. Your face flushes a bright red in embarrassment, but the moment he starts to circle your neglected bud with his thumb again, the feeling is immediately replaced with need.

He continues staring up at your pussy as he slides two fingers inside of you, earning himself some loud and breathy moans from your lips.

"The last time we were in this position you had to keep quiet," Namjoon says from underneath you, his hot breath covering your heat as he continues to pump into you. "I want to hear your voice this time."

"Joon," you whimper, gripping the headboard in an attempt to keep your balance. "Taste me. Fuck me with your mouth."

"As you wish," he chuckles arrogantly, slipping his fingers out of you to wrap his hands around your thighs, easing you down onto his face.

"Oh my god," you moan out as his mouth covers your throbbing bud, his tongue immediately lapping against your clit and making your legs tremble. "Joon, you're- fuck."

His mouth is bringing you so much pleasure you can't even form sentences. You lightly dip your hips, starting to ride his face and Namjoon curves his tongue out flat to allow you to set your own pace.

You buck your hips, dragging your clit back and forth over his tongue and cry out his name. The slick sounds of your juices against his mouth fill the room and mix in with your moans, putting Namjoon on cloud nine. Making you feel good is his favorite thing in existence, and it's a huge ego boost when he gets you moaning this loud.

"Baby you're amazing," you pant, snapping your head back when he grabs your ass to take control again. He sinks you deeper into his mouth and begins to switch back and forth between pumping into your hole and sucking your clit.

Your moans fill the room again as your legs really start to tremble. "Joon, I'm close," you say, like he doesn't already know. He turns his full attention back to your bud and quickens his pace as he licks and sucks your heat, making your knuckles turn white from how hard you're gripping the headboard.

"Fuck!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm crash over you so aggressively your entire body shakes. "Oh my god," you moan, riding your high out as he continues to lap from underneath you. Your hip movement stops and Namjoon pulls his tongue back as you tremble over him.

You start to lift your leg back up to get off of him but he holds your thigh in place, staring back up at your heat to admire every detail.

"Joon," you say shakily. "This is fucking embarrassing, let me go."

He chuckles and places a gentle kiss to your core, making you whimper from the overstimulation. Pulling your knee back you crash onto the mattress next to him, panting as you try to catch your breath.

"Dear god," you gape in embarrassment as he sits up, his mouth, chin, and cheeks coated in your wetness. He lifts his shirt up and over his head, using it to wipe himself clean before tossing it into his hamper.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who enjoyed that," he smirks. "I'm going to brush my teeth, I'll get something to clean you up with too."

You don't even care that he's being an arrogant little shit right now, he earned it. That was hands down the best oral you've ever received.

He quickly returns with a hand towel as he's brushing his teeth. You wipe yourself up and crawl back under the covers and patiently wait for him. You watch as he crawls into bed half naked, his muscles constricting as he moves around and making your heart flutter. After turning out all the lights, he grabs your arm to pull it over his chest and you nuzzle your head against his shoulder.

"I love you," you smile, squeezing him tight.

"I love you too, baby."

"[Y/N]!" Namjoon's mother beams, wrapping you in a hug. "It's so nice to see you again, honey."

"It's really great to see you as well," you smile, wrapping your arms around her small shoulders.

You follow behind his parents as Namjoon and his father carry the luggage. Mrs. Kim (the not psychotic one) has been itching to see you for weeks now, and you had no plans for your birthday so she offered her place for the weekend. You'd normally throw a party for your birthday but Jeffrey's out of town with Taehyung and Nanami's still recovering.

"Sit here," Mrs. Kim smiles, pushing a glass of her lemonade towards you.

"Thanks," you grin, taking a seat on one of the barstools as Namjoon puts your coats away. Your brows raise up as Mrs. Kim walks around the island to cup your cheeks in her hands.

"You poor little thing," she frowns, smoothing her thumb over the faint scar that's left on your cheek. Her kind eyes bore into yours and it makes your chest swell. "I'm so sorry you had to go through something so scary at the hands of that awful girl."

You bite into your lip in an attempt to stop your tears but one escapes each eye as she wraps you into another hug. You've done a lot of healing over the last three months but there's something about the warmth in her eyes that makes you emotional. You grip her magenta sweater and melt into her embrace, feeling a little tiny piece of your heart getting patched up.

"Did you know her well?" you ask as she releases you.

"Not really," she shrugs as Namjoon takes a seat next to you. "I only met her once or twice."

"She never wanted to meet my parents," Namjoon frowns, grabbing your thigh. "After that first year, she didn't want anything to do with people who could potentially take away her time with me."

"What a moron," you snort, taking a sip from your glass and contorting your face from the sweet bitterness. "She missed out on this dummy good lemonade."

They all laugh and Mrs. Kim starts cooking again.

"Son," Mr. Kim says softly as he grips Namjoon's shoulder. "We're not going to harp on it, we know it's in the past and you're moving on. But are you okay?"

Namjoon tenses at his father's question.

"What she did was unforgivable and repugnant," he continues, loosening his grip but keeping his hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "But she was still someone you once loved, and now she's dead."