The clock on the living room wall ticked past 2:00 AM, the apartment completely still save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Y/N sat on the couch wrapped in a cozy blanket, her eyes heavy but determined to stay awake.
The sharp click of the digital door lock finally broke the silence.
The door swung open, and Namjoon practically tumbled inside. He looked utterly drained, his shoulders slumped and his usual bright energy entirely dimmed by days of grueling music video shoots. He kicked off his shoes with a heavy sigh, barely having the strength to lift his feet.
"Joonie," Y/N murmured softly, standing up to meet him.
Namjoon looked up, his eyes softening the moment they landed on her, though his face stayed tight with exhaustion. "Hey, beautiful," he groaned, wrapping his arms loosely around her and burying his face in her neck. He leaned his entire weight against her for a moment, letting out a long, ragged breath. "My back is absolutely killing me. We practiced the main choreography for twelve hours straight under the hot stage lights."
Y/N rubbed his aching shoulders through his thick hoodie, her heart aching for him. "Oh, honey... go step into the bathroom. I'm going to set a warm bath for you to soak those muscles, and I'll give you a proper massage right after, okay?"
Namjoon looked down at her, a look of pure gratitude in his tired eyes. "You're an angel," he whispered, pressing a weak but loving kiss to her temple.
While the bathtub filled with steaming water and soothing epsom salts, Y/N went to the closet and pulled out a fresh, oversized cotton t-shirt and his softest sweatpants. She knocked gently on the bathroom door, sliding the clean clothes inside for him.
Thirty minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Namjoon walked out smelling of lavender and warm water, looking a fraction more relaxed but still walking with a stiff posture.
"Lay face down on the bed, Joonie," Y/N instructed softly, sitting cross-legged in the center of the mattress with a bottle of warming massage oil in her hands.
Namjoon didn't need to be told twice. He collapsed onto the mattress with a dramatic groan of relief, burying his face into the soft pillows.
Y/N poured a generous amount of oil into her hands, rubbing her palms together to warm it up before placing them firmly against the broad expanse of his back. The moment her thumbs pressed into the tight, knotted muscles of his shoulders and lower neck, a massive wave of relief washed over Namjoon. A low, deep rumble of satisfaction vibrated through his chest.
"Oh, wow," Namjoon mumbled into the pillow, his voice thick and slurred with relaxation. "Y/N... I seriously don't know what I would do without you. You're saving my life right now."
"Just relax," she whispered, leaning her weight into her hands to work out a stubborn knot near his shoulder blade. "I've got you."
She continued the massage for a long time, her hands moving in slow, rhythmic, and soothing motions down his spine and across his lower back. Slowly, the tense armor he always wore as a leader melted away entirely. The heavy, ragged breathing he had arrived with gradually slowed down, turning into a deep, steady rhythm.
Before long, a soft, adorable snore escaped his lips.
Y/N paused her hands, a tender smile breaking across her face. She let out a quiet, affectionate giggle at how quickly he had drifted off. He looked so incredibly peaceful, completely safe in their private world.
She leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, and shook his shoulder with the gentlest touch. "Joonie," she whispered, her voice like a lullaby. "Joonie, wake up for just a second. Turn over so you can sleep comfortably."
Namjoon blinked his eyes open sleepily, letting out a confused, deeply raspy grunt. Recognizing her touch, he lazily rolled over onto his side and pulled the thick duvet up to his chin. He blindly reached his long arm out, wrapping it securely around Y/N's waist and pulling her down onto the mattress with him.
Y/N smiled, gladly sliding under the covers and snuggling tightly into the safe cocoon of his chest. She rested her head right over his heart, listening to its steady, calming beat. Namjoon tightened his grip around her, burying his face in her hair as they both drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The bright, warm sunlight of a lazy Saturday morning filtered softly through the bedroom curtains. For the first time in weeks, there were no early alarms, no buzzing schedules, and no urgent emails waiting for either of them.
Namjoon woke up first. He blinked his eyes open, feeling completely rested and lighter than he had in months. Turning his head slightly, he looked down at Y/N, who was still fast asleep beside him, looking incredibly peaceful with the duvet pulled up to her shoulders.
A wave of intense affection washed over him. Slowly, carefully, he reached out his large hand and used the back of his fingers to softly stroke her warm cheek, tracing the line of her jaw with ultimate gentleness.
The soft touch caused Y/N to stir. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, squinting slightly against the morning light. The very first thing she saw was Namjoon looking down at her with a tender, dimpled smile.
Before she could even blink fully awake, he leaned down and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to her cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful," his deep morning voice rumbled, thick and raspy from sleep.
Y/N let out a content hum, snuggling just a little bit closer into his side. "Good morning, Joonie," she mumbled sleepily, her voice soft.
Namjoon shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her properly. "I have to tell you, I feel completely brand new today. That massage last night literally saved me. My back doesn't hurt at all." He gave her a playful, teasing wink. "I think it’s only fair that I return the favor. Want a morning massage?"
Y/N let out a soft, breathless laugh, her heart melting at how attentive he was. She leaned up slightly, pressing a quick, sweet peck to his lips. "You are honestly the best, Joon. But I really don't need a massage right now. Just laying here with you is perfect."
Namjoon’s smile widened, but then a thoughtful look crossed his face. He reached out to play with a loose strand of her hair, wrapping it around his finger. "Actually, I was thinking about something. The comeback promotions are going to start officially next week, which means I'm going to get incredibly busy. We won't have a lot of time like this."
He paused, his eyes shining with excitement. "What do you say we pack a quick bag and go on a weekend getaway? Just the two of us, somewhere quiet outside the city where we can completely disappear for two days."
Y/N’s eyes widened, all the lingering sleep instantly vanishing from her system. A rush of pure excitement flooded through her. "A getaway? Just us? Really?!"
"Really," Namjoon laughed, utterly charmed by her reaction.
"Oh my gosh, yes! I'm so excited!" Y/N practically threw the blankets off herself, sitting up with a huge grin on her face. "I'm going to start getting ready and packing our bags right away before you change your mind!"
Namjoon let out a loud, booming laugh, his chest vibrating with joy as he watched her happily scramble out of bed.
A week later, their schedules aligned for a rare, precious hour in the middle of a hectic Tuesday. Namjoon had arranged a lunch at a discreet, high-end restaurant in Hannam-dong known for its strict privacy policies and exclusive, individual dining rooms.
The private room was minimalist and peaceful, filled with the soft aroma of grilled premium Hanwoo beef and fresh side dishes. Y/N sat back against the cushioned chair, letting out a relaxed sigh as she loosened the collar of her blazer.
"You look beautiful, but a little tired," Namjoon said softly, reaching across the table to pour her some barley tea. He was dressed in a casual button-up, his hair styled neatly from an afternoon photoshoot. "How is the new case going?"
"It’s intense," Y/N admitted, taking a grateful sip of the warm tea. "My senior partner handed me a massive intellectual property dispute this morning. I’ve been buried in contract law since 8:00 AM trying to find a loophole. My head is spinning, but honestly, Joon? I love the thrill of the puzzle."
Namjoon’s face lit up with that proud, dimpled smile she adored. "I knew you’d crush it. You have that fierce look in your eyes when you're analyzing something."
Y/N blushed, leaning forward to place a piece of perfectly grilled beef on his plate. "What about you? How was your morning?"
"A whirlwind," Namjoon laughed, picking up his chopsticks. "We had a choreography review for the upcoming comeback, and then a concept meeting. The guys were full of energy today. Jungkook accidentally knocked over a water bottle onto Jin-hyung's shoes, so the first twenty minutes of practice was just Jin-hyung shouting in his high-pitched voice."
Y/N burst into a bright laugh, easily visualizing the chaotic scene. Hearing about his world made the heavy stress of her law firm feel miles away.
Namjoon watched her laugh, his expression softening into pure warmth. He reached out and squeezed her hand over the table. "Even when the studio gets crazy, knowing I get to break away and sit here with you... it makes everything ground itself. This hour with you is the most peaceful part of my day."
As their hour drew to a close, they reluctantly finished the last bites of their lunch. The reality of their afternoon schedules loomed, but neither of them wanted to break the peaceful bubble they had created.
Y/N stood up to grab her blazer, but Namjoon caught her by the wrist, pulling her gently back toward him. "Not yet," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a sudden, intense gravity.
Before she could speak, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. He lowered his lips to hers, breaking into a passionate, breathless kiss that instantly made her knees go weak.
Y/N sighed into the kiss, her hands instinctively flying up to frame his face. Her fingers slid up into his styled hair, gripping the soft locks tightly as she pulled him closer. She completely lost herself in the feeling of him, her fingers sliding through his hair and thoroughly wrecking the neat styling from his photoshoot.
When they finally broke apart for air, they were both breathless. Namjoon gave her a dazed, dimpled smile, completely unaware of the absolute chaos she had just made of his hair. "Now you can go," he whispered, kissing her forehead one last time.
An hour later, Namjoon walked back into the HYBE dance studio. His mind was still entirely on Y/N, a goofy, satisfied smile plastered across his face.
The moment he pushed the heavy door open, the room went dead silent. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook were sitting on the floor stretching, while Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi were chatting by the water cooler.
Hoseok was the first to look up. His eyes widened, and a massive, mischievous grin slowly spread across his face. "Yah... Kim Namjoon," Hoseok called out, clapping his hands together loudly. Taehyung asked "What exactly did you do on your lunch break?"
Namjoon blinked, snapped out of his daydream. "What? I just had lunch."
Jin practically sprinted over, peering intensely at Namjoon’s head before bursting into his signature windshield-wiper laugh. "Lunch?! Did you fight a bird for your food? Look at your hair! Someone’s fingers completely ruined the stylist's hard work!"
Jimin covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking with giggles. "Hyung, you're blushing. Your face is as red as a tomato."
Jungkook hopped up, pointing a teasing finger. "Wah, Y/N-noonim is truly powerful! She completely disarmed our leader!"
Yoongi just shook his head from the corner, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his coffee. "Next time, check a mirror before you walk back into the company, Namjoon-ah. You're making it too easy for us."
Namjoon immediately reached up, his hands catching the wild, messy strands of his hair. His cheeks burned a bright crimson as he looked at his five teasing brothers. He let out a defeated, embarrassed chuckle, utterly exposed but secretly not caring one bit because he was so madly in love.
A few days later, the real world officially began. Y/N’s first day at the law firm was a whirlwind of new faces, endless stacks of case files, and intense introductory meetings. By the time evening arrived, her brain was completely fried, and her shoulders felt heavy with exhaustion.
As she unlocked the front door of the apartment, the warm, familiar scent of home immediately washed over her.
She kicked off her heels and walked into the living room, finding the most comforting sight waiting for her. Namjoon was stretched out across the long sofa. He was wearing his favorite oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants, staring at his phone with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
The moment he heard her footsteps, he looked up, his face instantly breaking into a soft, tired smile. "Hey, beautiful. You're home."
Seeing him right there made all the stress of her day melt away. Y/N walked straight over to the couch, letting out a soft, playful whine as she slumped against the edge of the cushions. "Joonie... I missed you so much today," she pouted, her voice thick with exhaustion.
Namjoon let out a low, affectionate coo at how adorable she was. He immediately tossed his phone onto the coffee table and sat up, opening his arms wide for her. "Aw, come here," he murmured, his voice rich and soothing.
Without hesitation, Y/N crawled right into his space, letting him pull her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Namjoon’s large hands rubbed comforting circles into her back, pulling her flush against his chest.
He leaned back slightly, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Missed me that much, huh?" he teased gently before leaning in to press a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. Y/N kissed him back deeply, her hands moving up to tangle in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, still holding him tight. She looked into his warm eyes and asked softly, "Did you think about me today? Even while you were busy at the studio this morning?"
Namjoon let out a low, deep chuckle, his dimples flashing as he tightened his grip around her waist. "Are you kidding? I missed you so much that I couldn't even focus properly. I actually ended up writing some lyrics about you today."
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart doing a little flip. "Really? What did you write—"
"Ah, ah," Namjoon interrupted smoothly, tapping the tip of her nose with a playful grin. "No peaking yet, beautiful. You’ll hear it when the track is completely finished. It’s a surprise." Before she could protest, he pointed a thumb toward the coffee table where his phone lay. "That’s actually what I was doing right when you walked in. I was just texting the demo notes back and forth with the producer."
A bright, deep blush rushed to Y/N's cheeks. The thought of him sitting in the famous HYBE studios, channeling his thoughts of her into music, made her chest feel tight with affection.
She let out a soft, happy giggle, framing his face with both of her hands. "You are officially the best boyfriend ever," she beamed.
Without giving him a chance to reply, she leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, full of gratitude and love, letting him feel exactly how much his words meant to her. Namjoon hummed in satisfaction against her lips, pulling her even closer into his lap.
Namjoon slowly broke the kiss, his breathing a little shallow as he looked down at her. His gaze was incredibly intense, yet filled with a profound tenderness that always made her feel like the only girl in the world. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently wiping across her bottom lip.
"You worked so hard today, Y/N," he murmured, his deep voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "You deserve to be completely loved and taken care of tonight. Let me do that for you."
Before she could even answer, Namjoon smoothly shifted his weight and stood up from the sofa, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Y/N let out a soft gasp of surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms securely around his neck as her face flushed a deep crimson.
He held her close against his chest, his strong heart beating a steady, reassuring rhythm against her hand. Smiling down at her with those soft, unmistakable dimples, he carried her out of the living room and down the short hallway.
When he reached the bedroom, he kicked the door gently shut behind them, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving just the two of them wrapped in the quiet sanctuary of their love.
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the blinds. Y/N stirred, finding herself trapped in the heavy, warm embrace of Namjoon’s arms. Before she could fully wake up, his phone on the nightstand buzzed continuously.
Namjoon groaned softly, blindly reaching for it and blinking open his eyes. A sleepy, dimpled smile spread across his face as he looked at the screen and turned it toward her. "Look at this," he murmured, his morning voice deep and raspy.
[Bangtan💜] Group Chat
Hoseok: Y/N-AH!!!! Good morning!! Hope you rested well! ☀️ Studio invite stands!
Taehyung: Hyung, don't steal her. Y/N, art gallery at 2 PM? I will pick you up. 🎨
Jin: Yah, let her breathe! She is probably exhausted from rescuing my dishes from Namjoon. Good morning Y/N! 🍲
Yoongi: The dinner was good. Y/N, let's talk more about that intellectual property law case next time.
Jimin: Have a beautiful day Y/N-ah! We are so glad you're ours now~ 🥰
Jungkook: Welcome to the chaos noonim!! 🐰✨
Y/N hid her blushing face in Namjoon’s chest, her heart melting as his deep chuckle vibrated against her cheek.
Three days later, the quiet apartment was filled with the nervous energy of anticipation. Namjoon was at the Hybe studio working on a new track, and Y/N was pacing the living room floor. Suddenly, her phone rang. An official corporate number.
Her heart hammered as she answered. “...We are absolutely thrilled to offer you the Senior Associate position at our firm, Miss Y/N.”
Hand over her mouth, she thanked them, hung up, and immediately dialed Namjoon. He picked up on the first ring. "Hey, beautiful, everything okay?"
"Joonie..." her voice cracked with emotion. "I got it. I got the job."
A loud crash echoed through the line, followed by Namjoon's ecstatic shout. "Yes! I knew it! Give me one second—" She could hear him yelling to the producers in the room, "She got it! My girl got the job!" He came back to the phone, breathing heavily. "I am so incredibly proud of you, Y/N. I'm coming home early tonight. Let’s celebrate."
By 8:00 PM, the apartment smelled heavenly of rich, savory Galbi-jjim (braised short ribs) and a bubbling pot of Doenjang-jjigae (soybean paste stew)—all of Namjoon's ultimate comfort foods.
The click of the front door lock made Y/N turn around. Namjoon walked in, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. In his hands, he held a stunning bouquet of her favorite flowers and a small, ridiculously cute brown teddy bear wearing a tiny celebratory ribbon.
"For the most brilliant lawyer in Seoul," he beamed.
Y/N didn't even care about the gifts; she ran straight into his arms, wrapping herself around him. Namjoon caught her easily, burying his face in her neck as they shared a deep, breathless kiss filled with pure relief and joy.
They sat cross-legged at the table, Namjoon eagerly taking his first bite of the home-cooked meal. He let out a dramatic hum of satisfaction. "Ah, Y/N, this is amazing. You completely outdid yourself."
"You deserve it for working so hard," she smiled, pouring him some water. "I'm just so excited to finally start working. I love the law because it gives a voice to people who feel completely helpless against giant systems. To analyze a complex problem and actually fix someone's life with logic... it’s the best feeling."
Namjoon watched her, his eyes full of profound admiration. He reached across the table to squeeze her hand. "You're going to change lives, Y/N. Hearing you talk about it makes me realize how similar our passions are."
"How so?" she asked softly.
Namjoon leaned back, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "With music, I try to give people a voice, too. But being a leader... it’s different. At first, it felt like a heavy armor I had to wear. I thought I had to be perfect, to never break anything or make mistakes. But now? I realize being a leader just means being the steady ground for the people I love. It’s about listening, absorbing the pressure so the guys can shine, and moving forward together. When I see them succeed, or when a fan says our words helped them survive a dark night... that's when the weight of leadership feels like the greatest honor in the world."
He looked at her, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks. "And now, I get to be the leader of our little team right here, too."
A deep crimson blush crept up Y/N’s cheeks at his words, her heart fluttering wildly against her ribs. She looked down at her plate for a second, overwhelmed by how deeply she cared for this man, before looking back up into his warm, steady eyes.
"I love you, Joonie," she said softly, her voice thick with genuine emotion. "So much."
Namjoon’s expression softened completely. The fierce, confident leader of the world’s biggest band melted away, leaving just the man who adored her. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "I love you too, Y/N. More than I can put into words."
After they finished cleaning up the kitchen together, laughing and talking more about her upcoming first day at the firm, Namjoon looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city was glowing, and the night air looked crisp and inviting.
"Hey," he said, turning to her with a boyish grin. "Do you want to go for a night walk? We could head down near the Han River."
Y/N froze for a fraction of a second, a sudden wave of anxiety tightening in her chest. The Han River was a public hotspot. Even late at night, people were always around. "Right now?" she asked, her voice dropping to a nervous whisper. "Joon, what if... what if someone sees us? What if the media or fans spot you? I'm just scared of what could happen because of who you are."
Namjoon immediately noticed the worry in her eyes. He stepped closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to ground her. He gave her a reassuring, dimpled smile that instantly made the world feel safer.
"Hey, don't worry, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We will just wear caps and face masks. I’m an expert at hiding in plain sight, remember? Nobody is going to ruin this night for us. I've got you."
Relief washed over her as she looked at his confident expression. Nodding, she smiled up at him, ready to take on the city by his side.
A few minutes later, they stepped out into the crisp night air. Namjoon had pulled a dark beanie low over his forehead and wore a simple black face mask, while Y/N wore a matching cap.
As they approached the paved paths of the Han River park, the area was surprisingly alive with people. Couples were strolling, friends were sitting on picnic blankets, and cyclists zoomed past under the glow of the streetlights. Y/N’s heart gave a nervous flutter as a small group of teenagers walked right past them, laughing loudly.
She instinctively tightened her grip on Namjoon’s hand.
Instead of letting go, Namjoon twisted his fingers, locking them securely with hers. He squeezed her hand firmly, pulling her just a little bit closer to his side. His large, steady presence was like a shield. As they walked right through the crowds, completely unnoticed, the initial fear in Y/N’s chest began to melt away, replaced by a rush of pure adrenaline and joy.
She looked up at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile beneath the brim of her hat. Leaning in close, she softly whispered, "This feels so freeing, Joon."
Namjoon looked down at her, his eyes crinkling right back as a warm, dimpled smile hid beneath his mask. He squeezed her hand again, his heart swelling because he could finally share a normal, everyday moment with the woman he loved.
After walking for a while, they found a quieter, secluded spot away from the main path. They stepped up to the railing, where the cool river breeze swept over them, making the water ripple with the reflection of Seoul's glittering skyline.
They stood there for a moment in comfortable silence, just listening to the soft lapping of the water.
Namjoon turned his body toward her, leaning his hip against the railing. He reached out, gently pulling her into his space. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his face to hers. With their fabric face masks still on, he pressed his lips against hers. Even through the thin layers of cloth, the kiss was deeply warm, sweet, and filled with a breathless kind of electricity. It was their own secret world.
When he pulled back, Y/N immediately slid her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest. Namjoon wrapped his long arms tightly around her, resting his chin securely on top of her head.
Together, wrapped in each other's warmth, they turned back toward the water. They held each other tight, watching the quiet river flow into the night, both of them excited for the beautiful future they were building together.
The evening of the big dinner finally arrived, and the anticipation in their apartment was electric. After getting ready, Y/N stepped out of the bedroom looking absolutely stunning. She had chosen a classic tweed skirt and blazer set in a soft cream color, paired with a simple silk top underneath. It was elegant, professional, and sophisticated-perfect for a first impression.
She stood by the entryway mirror, reaching down to buckle the delicate strap of her chic high heels.
Namjoon, looking incredibly handsome in a tailored dark suit, noticed her struggling a bit. He immediately knelt down on one knee in front of her. Gently taking her ankle in his large, warm hand, he easily fastened the buckle for her. He looked up from the floor, his eyes completely full of adoration.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N," Namjoon murmured, standing up to his full height. "Elegant, smart, and completely breathtaking."
Y/N blushed, leaning up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. They shared a deep, reassuring kiss that melted away the last of her nerves. Hand-in-hand, they walked down to the garage and slid into the back of a private car, ready for the night ahead.
When they arrived at the upscale, hidden restaurant in Gangnam, Namjoon led her down a quiet hallway to a traditional private dining room. The moment Namjoon slid the door open, a wave of warmth and chatter hit them.
"She's here! Hyung, she's actually here!" Hoseok shouted excitedly, jumping up from his seat with a massive, blinding smile.
"Welcome, Y/N-ah!" Jin greeted loudly, immediately bowing politely before cracking a wide grin. "We've heard so much about you that I feel like we're already old friends. Come, sit down!"
Jimin immediately pulled out a chair for her next to Namjoon, his eyes crinkling into sweet crescents. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you, Y/N. Namjoon-hyung hasn't stopped talking about how brilliant you are."
Y/N offered a graceful bow, her heart melting at how incredibly kind and enthusiastic they all were. "It’s an absolute honor to meet all of you," she said softly.
The night quickly turned into a beautiful, unforgettable celebration. The table was piled high with delicious food, and the room was filled with continuous laughter and happy feelings. The members went out of their way to make sure Y/N felt completely included, asking her about Denmark and her law career with genuine interest.
Throughout the entire night, Y/N and Namjoon held hands beneath the table, their fingers tightly intertwined. Whenever she felt a little overwhelmed by the energy in the room, Namjoon would gently squeeze her hand, sending a comforting wave of safety straight to her core.
"So, Y/N," Taehyung said, leaning forward with deep curiosity. "Namjoon told us you met at the museum. What did you think of him when he randomly approached you?"
Y/N giggled, glancing at a blushing Namjoon. "Honestly? I thought he was a little creepy at first! I had no idea who he was, and I just wanted to stand in peace."
The entire room burst into chaotic laughter. Jungkook practically fell out of his chair, clapping his hands. "Ah, I knew it! Hyung, you really have no game outside of your lyrics!"
"Hey, it worked out in the end, didn't it?" Namjoon defended himself, a proud, dimpled grin on his face as he looked at Y/N, bringing her hand up to press a soft kiss to her knuckles in front of everyone.
Yoongi smiled warmly across the table, raising his glass. "We're just glad you're here, Y/N. Namjoon has been a lot happier since he met you. You're a part of the family now."
The members truly, deeply liked Y/N. They saw her pure soul, her sharp mind, and the radiant happiness she brought out in their leader. For Y/N, sitting surrounded by these global superstars who treated her with nothing but profound respect and love, the final shadows of her past completely vanished. She was safe, she was cherished, and she was exactly where she belonged.
As the midnight hour approached, the wonderful dinner finally came to a gentle end. The table was clear, and the room was filled with a lingering, comfortable warmth. One by one, the members stood up, adjusting their coats and offering Y/N the most affectionate farewells.
"You have to come to the studio soon, Y/N-ah!" Hoseok said, giving her a bright, enthusiastic wave.
Jin bowed politely, a dramatic but sweet smile on his face. "Drive safely, you two. And Y/N, don't let Namjoon break any of the dishes in your new apartment!"
Jimin stepped forward, his eyes crinkling into warm crescents as he gave her a gentle, reassuring nod. "It was truly an honor tonight. We are so happy Namjoon-hyung found someone as pure and brilliant as you."
After a round of polite bows, laughter, and heartfelt good nights, everyone greeted each other one last time and parted ways.
Back at the apartment, the quiet sanctuary of their home welcomed them. The city lights of Seoul blinked softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Y/N slipped off her high heels with a sigh of relief, while Namjoon loosened his tie, tossing his suit jacket onto the armchair.
He walked over to her in the center of the living room, a soft, incredibly proud, and dimpled smile lighting up his handsome face. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her gently by the waist, wrapping his long, strong arms around her as she slid her arms securely around his neck. They held onto each other in a long, quiet hug, rocking slightly on the spot.
"I told you everything was going to be fine," Namjoon murmured softly into her hair, his deep voice rich with satisfaction. "Did you see the way they looked at you? The members absolutely loved you, Y/N. Yoongi-hyung doesn't praise people easily, and he was completely impressed by your legal career. And Taehyung was practically ready to drag you to another art gallery tomorrow."
Y/N let out a soft, happy laugh against his shoulder, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of belonging. "They were so incredibly kind to me, Namjoon. I was so terrified of being judged or feeling small, but they made me feel like I was entirely welcome."
Namjoon pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes, his large, warm hands cradling her face with ultimate tenderness. "Because you are welcome, beautiful. You are a part of my life now, which means you are a part of theirs. You deserve all the love and respect in the world, and tonight was just the beginning of it."
He leaned down and pressed a sweet, lingering, and deeply loving kiss to her lips, sealing the perfect end to a perfect night.
Summary: The boundaries were clear: Namjoon is the superstar idol onstage, you’re the backup dancer in the shadows. But months on the road have frayed those lines and the chemistry between you is past the point of ignoring. Tonight, it all comes to a head.
A/N: Vampire Jimin needed to be sidelined, because this Namjoon couldn’t wait to be released (heh). Also un-beta’d. LFG.
The restaurant thrummed with the energy of a tour crew letting loose. The second leg was in the books, and the open bar was a very welcome, well-deserved reward for everybody. The low buzz of conversation and laughter was comforting after months of living in this bubble. By this time, most of the dinner tables were cleared out, and clusters formed by the bar, and in and around the venue—which was closed to the public for this private celebration.
You and a few others found refuge on the back patio. The cool night breeze was a welcome relief from the humid heat of the stage.
“So, Jungkook and Jimin are talking karaoke at the hotel bar,” Lydia, the dance captain, announced. “They want to pull an all-nighter. Wanna come?”
You snorted. “Um, did you forget what time the shuttle is?”
“Girl, I know that,” she laughed. “We can sleep on the plane.”
You thought about the suitcase you still had to pack. “Nah, I’ll pass. I’m gonna head back soon anyway.”
Resigned, she gave a little shrug. “Guess I’ll just have to fill you in on all the fun you’re missing tonight.” You already had a retort tee’d up, but one of the managers called her over, and she headed back inside before you could get a word out.
And just like that, you were alone at your table. You didn’t feel like wandering over to any of the other little huddles around you. On this tour, any tiny pocket of quiet was a gift, and you weren’t about to surrender it just yet. Until a familiar voice approached.
“Need some company?”
You didn’t need to look up from your phone to know who it was. You felt a flutter, then stifled a grin. “Only if it’s good company,” you teased. By the time you lifted your head, he was already sliding into the chair opposite you.
“What?” Namjoon looked offended, but the smile breaking through betrayed him. “I’m always good company.”
The air shifted the moment you saw him. He was still in his encore shirt from the show, but he’d traded his stage jeans for comfier shorts. With his rust-colored hair tucked under a backwards cap and his barefaced, boyish charm, he looked completely unassuming. It was hard to connect this softer version of him to the high-energy performer who’d made a living making fuck-me eyes onstage 2-3 shows a week.
He let out a deep sigh, then spoke in that post-show rasp his voice often turned into. “Can’t believe the tour’s halfway done. Was worried we wouldn’t pull it off.”
“Ah, you’re too hard on yourself.” You clicked your teeth. The easy comfort between you sat right on the edge of professional boundaries. “The energy’s been great every night.”
His eyes met yours, with a small, barely-there smile tugging at his mouth. “Appreciate that. It’s just in my nature to worry. Occupational hazard, you know?”
You leaned closer, chin in hand, unable to resist the opportunity for a little ribbing. “Okay, speaking of occupational hazards… I was watching the monitor and saw you miss your cue earlier. What happened back there?”
You were referring to the instance when he was off his mark right as the moving stage risers began to lift. It took Taehyung several attempts just to get his attention.
Namjoon groaned, rolling his eyes because he’d already heard it from everyone backstage. He dragged a hand over his face in shame. “I was vibing! So shoot me!”
“That was some serious vibing you were doing back there,” you laughed.
The conversation flowed, a careful exchange of inside jokes and anecdotes. You’d built this rapport over months—trading jabs during rehearsals, exchanging tired eye-rolls during endless meetings. You had a natural chemistry, which was fun, even though you knew it was probably a bad idea. He was the main talent; you were part of the crew. Management’s unspoken “keep it professional” mantra was always in the back of your mind, like a giant blinking neon sign present during every interaction.
Still, he deliberately sought you out in these unguarded moments, and you couldn’t deny you anticipated them.
His brows lifted with a hint of mischief. “Hang on—were you watching me backstage?”
“I always do!” you blurted before thinking about it.
He paused, eyes flicking over your face, surprised and a little amused. “Oh?”
Panic dawned on you, but you forced your voice to stay steady. “I mean,” you stammered, “yes, I watch the monitor backstage all the time. Just so we know when we’re supposed to line up for the next song. Sometimes Lydia’s too busy, so I help out, you know?” The last part slipped out a little too fast, and a little too breathy and high-pitched. You were grateful for the dim patio lighting. It hid the way your face was drained of color.
He let an amused smirk unfurl, clearly savoring how flustered you’d become.
“I mean, thank god you’ve got those legs,” you pivoted in an effort to distract him. “If you vibed any longer, I don’t think you would have cleared that.”
His eyes narrowed and his head had angled just a fraction, like he smelled leverage in the air. He was going for the kill.
“Speaking of clearing things… I wanted to ask you something. If that’s okay?”
You stalled for a beat, breath snagging in your chest. You’d opened that door; backing out now would feel like a copout. But when you met his gaze, there was no mischief there—just a genuine curiosity that made the space feel safe enough to step into.
“Sure,” you said, aiming for casual. “I’ll risk it.”
You watched him round his shoulders and lean in a little closer. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so safe after all.
“You, uh… you did this move earlier? During the freestyle part of that last song.” He started talking with his hands. In the few months you’d gotten to know him, that usually meant he was nervous. That gave you a little assurance.
You remembered it clearly. The crowd’s energy was electric, and right as he stepped behind you, a bold impulse stirred. Your next move was a tad more deliberate, more personal than usual, but still subtle enough to pass as choreography. With all those HD fancams pointed at them, you weren’t about to start an online firestorm.
You did your best to keep your expression neutral. “Oh, you mean the body roll?”
“Yeah. That. The body roll.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air. “On me.”
Him punctuating each phrase made it difficult to keep your composure. He knew what you did, but he was trying to gauge your reaction, to confirm his assumptions.
You replied as nonchalantly as possible. “What about it?”
When he sensed you weren’t forthcoming, he switched tact. He chuckled through his next comment, trying to sound more respectful than presumptuous.
“It’s just… you’ve never done that before.”
You’d danced close to him plenty of times. Just not that close.
“I was a little surprised.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a flicker of shyness breaking through his earlier bravado.
Worry crept across your face. You sat up straighter. “Sorry–did it make you uncomfortable?”
He immediately regretted how his comment might have sounded. “No, no. Not at all,” he said quickly. Relief loosened your shoulders.
“I just… wanted to know whether it was intentional, that’s all.”
Your face heated up as you considered how to respond. You could lie, play it off. But looking at him, at the genuine curiosity in his eyes, you decided on the truth.
“Yeah, a little bit intentional,” you admitted sheepishly.
Namjoon’s expression shifted from curious to thoroughly intrigued. “Just a little?”
You took a breath, the words feeling surprisingly easy to say. “It’s a freestyle dance break. So…I just went ahead and took some liberties.”
His dimple deepened as he processed this. “Liberties, huh?”
“I just thought I’d try something different.” Your shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I was really feeling the music, and…” you trailed off. “But if it was too much, I can dial it down next time.”
“No, don’t! I, uh…” He broke eye contact for a beat, calculating his next few words. When he looked back up, the playful curiosity was gone, and was replaced by that intense smolder he normally reserved for the stage. “…I liked it. I thought it was fun.” Then his voice lowered. “And sexy.”
Your stomach dropped and your mouth went dry.
His gaze swept the room as a few people hopped in cabs to head back to the hotel. Even with the crowd thinning, it still felt as if there were too many ears and prying eyes around.
“I was wondering if we could talk—” his voice softened, “somewhere more private?”
In your mind, that neon sign began flashing, along with a bullhorn blaring. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this.
“Please?”
That stare, his mouth so close, combined with that helpless plea in his voice made you fold.
Next thing you knew, you were following him through the dwindling crowd, your feet carrying you upstairs to an empty, private karaoke lounge. And it was quiet. Within the confines of these walls, and the city lights reflecting off the window, the energy between you grew more palpable.
You both leaned against the window sill, side by side, the cool glass a stark contrast to the heat building between you. Namjoon turned to face you, that playful look back in his eyes. “So… about that body roll.”
You laughed, breaking the tension. “I guess I thought I’d test a theory.”
He moved closer, his body crowding yours against the glass until the fading scent of his cologne filled your senses. He cocked his head. “And?”
Words felt inadequate. Instead of answering, you closed the remaining distance and pressed your lips to his. It was an impulsive kiss—asking a question you couldn’t voice. When you pulled back, his lips were parted, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
For a brief moment, you thought you’d made a fatal miscalculation. But then his arm banded around your waist, pulling you back in, and he kissed you again. It was an answer. A confident, assured one as his lips moved against yours with a certainty that stole the air from your lungs. It was the perfect confirmation that this feeling was entirely mutual. You were easily lost to it, hands circling his neck while your back arched to accommodate his form, his chest flush against yours as the kiss intensified.
“Namjoonah!”
You abruptly broke away at the sound of Jin’s voice ringing out from downstairs.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, hands still resting on your hips. “I forgot I told him we’d carpool back to the hotel.”
“Has anybody seen him? The van’s here!” Jin bellowed, his voice sounding dangerously close to the stairs leading up to where you and Namjoon were at.
It was a miracle you kept your voice hushed even as your heart pounded in your chest. “You should go before he comes looking.”
His conflict was evident in the way his eyes flicked between the doorway and your face. You couldn’t risk either of you getting caught, not when you both had so much to lose. “But I—“
“Go!” You urged him, gently pushing him toward the door. “Go! I’ll be fine.”
“Meet you back at the hotel?” His voice was thick with regret.
Deep down, you weren’t holding him to that. So you forced a smile in response and nodded as he slipped out. When his footsteps faded and Jin’s rapid-fire scolding echoed downstairs, you puffed your cheeks and exhaled slowly. You straightened your shirt, smoothed your hair, and pulled yourself together before strolling out as casually as you could muster.
Just then, you saw a fellow dancer walking towards the front entrance of the restaurant. She looked like the perfect exit strategy.
“There you are!” you exclaimed. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Weren’t you just saying that you wanted to head back to the hotel?”
Utterly confused, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Uhhh, yeah… Why?”
Your gaze darted toward the back exit, where Namjoon paused before climbing into the van and locked eyes with you. It was a brief moment, but somehow, it was long enough to carry all the unspoken words you wanted to say, but weren’t allowed to.
“Wanna split a cab?” Your voice turned unusually peppy from your racing pulse caused by the near-disaster of getting caught.
*************
Back at the hotel lobby, the group returning from the restaurant splintered into different directions. Some drifted toward the hotel lounge for Jimin and Jungkook’s karaoke after-after-party, some headed into the gym to get in late-night workouts, while the rest of the crew headed to their respective floors and rooms.
You were on the eighth floor, one of two floors designated for the backup dancers—a far cry from the fancy penthouse suites where Namjoon and the group stayed. You stepped into the elevator alone, pressing the button for 8, and watched as the lobby faded from view.
You stepped out into your floor’s quiet hallway, each footstep feeling heavier than the last, brought on by the weight of what just transpired.
Your lips tingled with the memory of his kiss. You pressed them together, relishing the lingering buzz from the slow slide of his tongue and the way his teeth had grazed your bottom lip with those gentle nips. A warm flutter bloomed in your belly, spreading through your veins as you clumsily fumbled for your keycard.
As the door clicked open, a hand clamped over your mouth from behind while another arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Terror shot through you, as you twisted in his grasp, preparing to jam your fingers into your assailant’s eyes.
“It’s me! It’s me!”
Your fear veered into irritation the second Namjoon shoved his hood back. Before any of the neighboring doors could swing open to check on the commotion, you yanked him into your room, and quickly shut the door behind you.
You smacked his chest hard. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Who does that?” you hissed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely, his hands held up in surrender. “I just—I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
The earnestness in his eyes softened your anger a little. “You could’ve just knocked? You know, like a normal person?!”
“Sorry. It’s just that, I needed to see you.” Still apologetic, he managed a weak smile. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how we left things.”
A voice in your head screamed that you hadn’t merely crossed the line. You’d already sprinted past it. That kiss, as mind-blowing as it was, was a complication neither of you could afford. The line wasn’t just behind you anymore; it was just a dot now.
“Maybe Jin interrupting was for the best.” The words sounded hollow as you spoke them.
“To be perfectly honest,” he closed the distance, his body looming over yours, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the kickoff show.”
And just like that, every rational, responsible thought went out the window.
“Me too,” you breathed.
Your fingers drifted up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the faint prickle of his stubble against your skin. He was real, and right in front of you. Not the superstar you watched from the wings, but a man whose own racing heart you could feel thrumming against your palm. You tried to tell yourself this was a mistake, that the ache was just the loneliness brought on by being on the road, but every logical argument didn’t matter anymore. You were done pretending.
And by the looks of it, so was he.
He pulled back just enough, his mouth curving into a smile, that dimple deepening. “So,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling. “What now?”
You smirked, a wave of boldness coming over you. “Wanna see that body roll again?”
A slow, playful grin spread across his face, the glint in his eyes darkening with intent. You raised your arms, linking your fingers behind his neck, and pulled him down to your mouth.
His hands slid down your hips, cupping the curve of your ass, then lifting you off the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bed. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he gasped in between kisses.
Nodding, you giggled. “This is happening.” As soon as your back hit the mattress, the heavy weight of him followed, pinning you in place.
His lips found the sensitive skin just below your ear, trailing open-mouthed kisses that made your head spin.
His hands roamed your body, while your hands tangled in his hair. You fumbled with the hem of his hoodie, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head.
He was even hotter than you’d imagined. You traced the lines of his torso, your touch making him shudder. His skin warm and firm beneath your fingertips. He busied himself, tugging your shirt over your head and unhooking your bra with a dexterity that surprised you. God of destruction? Who’s that?
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes glistened with lust as he took you in. He dipped his head, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Your back arched, a soft cry escaping your lips as he teased you with his tongue, his other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers.
The need for more was overwhelming. You reached between you, your hands sliding past his waistband. Your pulse quickened when you realized he was commando beneath his sweats.
You broke the kiss and stared at him, eyes narrowing in surprise.
He smiled sheepishly at his indecent state. “I was in a rush. Didn’t want to miss you when you came up.”
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed suspiciously. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“Yep,” he grinned, pressing the softest kiss to your lips, causing you to melt into him again. He slid his hand between your legs, and palmed you.
The pressure and friction felt good—but it wasn’t enough. “Namjoon,” you moaned, your hands scrabbling at his waistband. “Please. I need you.”
He understood immediately. He rose up on his knees, making quick work of your remaining clothes and his own. He knelt between your thighs, regarding you intently. His expression was mixture of awe and hunger that made your heart ache.
“I want you. So much.”
He lifted your leg slightly, then placed a trail of soft kisses starting from your ankle, working his way up to your calf. Your eyes closed, mouth dropping when his lips touched your inner thigh.
Your core clenched around nothing as he hovered near dangerously, achingly close to your entrance.
He blew softly at the sensitive bud, making you suck in a sharp breath right as he lowered his head, darting his tongue over your clit.
Your back arched off the bed, as he ate you out. Fluttering, teasing, sucking on your slick folds.
Your thighs clamped around his head when your orgasm took you by surprise.
He crawls up to you, captured your lips in a tender kiss, your taste still lingering on his tongue.
Then, he shifted his hips, pressing his cock against your center, and pushes in slowly. He stretched you out little by little, giving you time to adjust to him.
You both let out broken moans once he bottomed out. He was still for moment, pressing his forehead against yours. “Holy shit... you feel so good,” he choked out, his voice strained.
Then he began to move, each slow drag of his cock sending a current through you. You locked your ankles around his waist, pulling him flush against you, meeting his thrusts. The air filled with the slap of skin on skin, ragged breaths, and whispered praises. Just pure, unadulterated lust.
“Wait.”
He froze, his eyes wide with sudden concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you breathed, nudged his shoulders up and guided him to roll onto his back. He settled beneath you, pupils blown out in anticipation. You straddled him, bracing your hands on his chest for leverage, and began to undulate your hips.
“Fuck,” Namjoon grunted, his head tipping back. He drank in the sight in front of him, his gaze glued to your body moving over his, his tongue wetting his lips as he watched. “God, it looks even better up close.”
Heat pooled in your core at his praises. You shifted, leaning back on your hands to give him a better view, your hips rocked in a slow, teasing rhythm.
“You like the view?”
“You have no idea how much,” he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as you took him.
The switch in position made him feel impossibly deeper, his tip brushing that sweet bundle of nerves inside you. Your head fell back, eyes rolling back, while his face twisted in overwhelming pleasure. The pleasure was so intense you were distracted, barely realizing he’d gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back again in one swift motion.
His mouth hovered above yours. You arched up to meet him, but he leaned back with a soft chuckle. You tried again, but he withdrew. It was a playful fight for control, each taunt stoking the tension. Then the playfulness vanished from his eyes, the game suddenly over, leaving only a raw intensity in its wake. He stopped retreating and claimed your mouth in a deep, rough kiss, his stubble burning a delicious friction against your chin.
He reached between you, lining the tip of his cock to your entrance, and slid back in.
“Harder,” you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders.
He obliged, his movements becoming more powerful, more erratic. He shifted his angle, pinning one of your thighs so he could drive deeper.
“Yes, yes…just like that,” you panted.
Your orgasm built quickly, a tight coil of pleasure low in your belly. His free hand found your clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing tight, slick circles that sent jolts of electricity through your core.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you whined.
“Yeah?” He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing your ear. “Let me hear you come, baby.”
That was all it took. That deep, honey baritone snapped the coil in your belly. You turned your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your cries as the orgasm washed over you.
“Oh my fucking god,” he gasped, his voice laced with awe as he watched you come undone. The sight of your pleasure, combined with the feel of you pulsing around him, was the final trigger. With a last, deep thrust, he followed you over the edge, spilling himself inside you with a long, dragged out groan.
Utterly spent, you held each other. Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his chest as you both struggled to catch your breaths. Not long after, he rolled off you, placed a quick kiss on your sweat slicked forehead, before walking into the bathroom.
You weren’t sure how long it had been, but you were staring up at the ceiling, when you heard him return. You were about to get up off the bed to get cleaned up, when you saw him kneeling by the foot of the bed.
“Just a sec. Let me do this,” he said softly, before dabbing a warm washcloth between your legs.
You watched him, riveted at the sight of this man—desired by millions—at your feet, attending to you with the greatest care.
His soft gaze flicked back at you. “Done.”
You excused yourself to take a brief shower. Before shutting the door, you turned to him. “If you have to get back, it’s okay.”
He pulled his bottoms back on, and shook his head. “I’ll be here until you’re done.”
“You sure?”
He nodded. “Hundred percent!”
**************
You stepped out, wrapped in one of the hotel’s plush robes, and found Namjoon, still bare-chested—sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, scrolling on his phone.
He saw you from his periphery and tossed his phone aside. “Hey. You good?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
His shoulders eased. He opened his arms, and you stepped into them. His hands settled at your waist, while you cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, falling into a comfortable silence.
Namjoon leaned into your touch, a shy smile forming. “I can’t believe that happened.”
“Yeah, it happened,” you echoed, laughing as your forehead rested against his.
He looked up at you. “Come to ___ with me? Just us–no schedules, no rehearsals. Two weeks where I just get to be Namjoon, and you get to be you.”
You studied him, taking in his mussed-up hair and soft gaze. Sure, there was nothing big waiting for you at home, other than a pile of laundry. Flying off somewhere sounded like the perfect getaway. But flying off with him? That was another story. That was a leap from a private fantasy into a glaring reality, where your job, your privacy, and your heart were all on the line. You held back the impulse to scream 'yes'.
“Uh…h-have you thought this through?”
He huffed out a quiet laugh. “I’ll admit, it’s a little half-baked right now. If you’d stayed in the bathroom a little longer, I probably would’ve had the entire itinerary worked out.”
That made you laugh, easing the tension.
“Not saying it won’t be tricky,” He held your waist a little tighter, turning serious again. “But I promise I’ll do everything I can to keep things quiet. To protect you. But I also completely understand if you don’t want to risk it.”
You stared at him, your mind running through all the reasons this was an absolutely terrible idea. But then you looked at his face, and the way he was looking at you. Suddenly, the risks were worth it. He was worth it.
“Okay,” you said, a grin spreading across your face. “I’m in.”
His eyes lit up and he let out a shaky laugh before pulling you onto his lap. He buried his face in your hair, his voice thick with excitement. “Good. Now you’re stuck with me for two weeks.”
Namjoon quietly slipped out of the room and back to his floor, unnoticed. You couldn’t sleep a wink, so you just went on packing your things, as your mind replayed everything that happened this evening.
***************
By 6AM, everyone made their way down to the shuttles. You could tell which of the ones who came up pulled all-nighters, one of them Lydia, with oversized, dark sunglasses on. She plopped on the seat next to you, looking like hell.
“Rough night?” you asked, trying to suppress a grin.
She grunted, letting her head fall back against the seat. Her voice was so shot, you could barely hear her response. “I will never, ever let Jungkook pick the song list again. Fucking brat.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Many regrets then?”
“Plenty,” she replied, rubbing slow circles into her temples. “What about you? Did you get up to anything last night?”
You fought the urge to grin, but the smile still crept in as the fancam of that moment with Namjoon lit up your phone screen. You cleared your throat lightly. “Oh, nothing much. Just planned a little vacation.”
She lowered her sunglasses just enough to catch that private smile, throwing you a smug, impressed grin before nudging them back into place. “Good for you!”
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Y/N wakes up to an empty bed. Namjoon had the same nightmare again.
You woke to an empty bed. Sitting up slowly you yawned, reaching for your phone. Your phone read 3:26AM.
You got out of bed, putting your slippers on before going to see where Namjoon was. He must’ve had another nightmare.
Walking quietly you checked the rooms as you made your way to the living area. The light was on outside on the deck, you could make out Namjoon’s silhouette.
Sliding the door open slowly you walked out, finding Namjoon staring out into the distance.
“Hi” you said softly, walking over to him. You carded your fingers into his hair, kissing his forehead.
Namjoon hummed, blinking and looking up at you.
“How long have you been out here?” You asked.
“I think since one” he replied, pulling you onto his lap. You curled into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
Sleep was hard for Namjoon. Some days it was hard to fall asleep, some days it was hard to stay asleep. Often he found himself waking up after having a nightmare. Always the same one. It haunted him more than he let on. He didn’t want to worry anyone over something so ridiculous.
Your fingers roamed over Namjoon’s shoulders and chest, humming softly. Your presence was usually enough to calm him and bring him out of his head. When he was ready to talk, you would be there.
“You should go back to bed” Namjoon said softly.
“You should too. You have an early day tomorrow.” You replied.
Namjoon shook his head, squeezing your hip.
“Joon” you said softly. “Come back to bed with me, I’ll keep you safe.”
“It’s not….its not about feeling safe. I do feel safe. If I go back to sleep, the nightmare will pick up right where it left off. I can’t do that.”
You frowned, “then I’ll stay here with you.”
Namjoon shifted in the chair, shoulders slowly releasing some tension.
The nightmare was always the same. It started off with him and the members on stage, opening night of the tour. Things always started off fine, dancing and singing on stage. Seeing the fans. Going through the motions. But then the lights would go out. Namjoon would look around, trying to find the others. First, he always stumbled over Jin’s body. Next he’d catch Hobi in his arms, watching Yoongi and Taehyung go down near him. He would always wake before seeing Jungkook throw himself in front of Jimin.
He wasn’t sure why the nightmare always came and why it stayed the same. Maybe it was because of coming out of Military and being scared of losing the guys again. All he wanted was for it to stop.
“Hey” you murmured, sitting up when Namjoon tensed. “What’s wrong? I’m right here.”
“What if it comes true?” Namjoon asked, looking at you heartbroken.
“It won’t baby” you shook your head. “You upped security after the first nightmare. You’re taking precautions and the guys understand. It won’t happen.”
Namjoon swallowed, biting his lip. "Okay" he said, feeling defeated with his own mind.
You cupped his face gently, kissing his forehead. "Your boys are safe. You're safe. The fans are safe. I'm safe" you murmured.
"You wouldn't let anyone hurt the boys or me. You'd take a bullet a million times over for us if it came down to it. And we would all do the same for you."
"You are not taking a bullet for me" Namjoon said, looking at you seriously.
"Yes I would. I'd do it for any of you" you replied.
Namjoon pulled you closer, tucking your head into his neck. "Now I have to worry about that" he sighed.
You smiled softly, snuggling close. You let the silence sit for awhile, hoping maybe Namjoon would fall asleep. You almost thought he had with the way his breathing changed, but then he shifted and asked a question.
“Tell me a story?”
“Of course….” You thought for a moment, then smiled.
You told him about the time when you first were introduced to the guys. How nervous you were, how you almost backed out and faked a stomach ache because how were you expected to meet the rest of BTS and act normal?
“You had to give me a pep talk in the car” you laughed softly, shaking your head. “And then Jungkook was sent out to get us because Jin had food ready for us before dinner was served.”
You glanced down at Namjoon, seeing a small smile. “I knew then you were a keeper” he said softly, thumb rubbing your hip slowly.
“You spilled wine on my dress” you murmured fondly. “Thankfully my dress was dark enough you couldn’t notice the stain.”
“I felt horrible about that” Namjoon replied, resting his head on the back of the chair. “The guys still talk about it.”
“You handled the teasing with ease. And you were quick to make sure I was okay….thats when I knew I loved you.”
Namjoon smiled softly, “I knew I loved you when you tried Jimin’s brownies and said they were wonderful when they were barely edible.”
“Oh, I forgot about those” you scrunched your nose. “Poor thing. I think he forgot to add the egg” you laughed. “He was so happy he made something though, I couldn’t be the one to break it to him.”
Namjoon squeezed your hip, eyes fighting to stay awake. You kissed his cheek and then his lips gently.
“Sleep baby” you whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Namjoon fought it for as long as he could, but eventually sleep won. You felt his body relax into the chair, arms loosening slightly around you.
You stayed awake, watching him whenever his body would flinch.
“You’re okay” you’d murmur into his ear, rubbing his chest.
When the sun started to rise, you slowly got up from Namjoon’s lap. You went inside, grabbing a blanket after making yourself a cup of coffee. You laid the blanket over Namjoon, kissing his cheek.
He woke up later, seeing you in front of him watching the sun come up. He watched you for a moment, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself.
“The nightmare changed” Namjoon said quietly.
You turned, looking at him. “What happened?”
“The lights never went out. We finished the concert. Everyone was okay.”
You smiled, walking over and kissing Namjoon’s forehead.
The next morning, the delicious aroma of brewed coffee and toasted bread filled their bright, modern kitchen. Y/N and Namjoon sat across from each other at the dining table, enjoying a quiet breakfast.
Y/N set her coffee mug down, a look of quiet determination settling over her features. "Namjoon," she began softly, leaning forward. "I’ve been thinking a lot about my future here. I love our life, but I think it’s time for me to start working again. I want to try to get a job at a law firm here in Seoul."
Namjoon looked up, swallowing his food, his eyes widening with instant interest.
"I already have my qualifications and experience from working as a lawyer back in Denmark," Y/N explained, her voice growing more confident. "I don't want to lose that part of myself. I want to build a career here, too."
A proud, radiant smile broke across Namjoon’s face, his deep dimples popping out instantly. He reached across the table and firmly took her hand, squeezing it with absolute devotion. "Y/N, that is amazing. I support you one hundred percent. You are so smart and brilliant, and any law firm would be lucky to have you. No matter what steps you need to take, I will stand right by your side through all of it."
Y/N’s heart swelled with happiness. She leaned over the table, and Namjoon met her halfway, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips that tasted faintly of coffee.
As they pulled apart, Y/N smiled brightly. "Thank you. Actually, I'm meeting up with a girl later today. She's an acquaintance of mine who already works at a firm here in the city, and she offered to fill me in on how the legal system and corporate culture work in Seoul."
Namjoon nodded, his eyes shining with admiration for her proactiveness. "That’s incredibly smart. Go get all the information you need, beautiful. Just promise me you won't let her stress you out too much-remember, we still have our big dinner with the guys tonight, and I want my beautiful girl relaxed and ready to be showered with love."
After finishing their breakfast, they walked over to the front door, the exciting energy of a busy day ahead bouncing between them. Namjoon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close for a warm, lingering goodbye kiss.
"Good luck today, my brilliant lawyer," he murmured against her lips, his dimples flashing.
"Good luck at the studio," Y/N smiled, kissing his cheek one last time before they parted ways, heading out into the bustling Seoul morning to conquer their respective days.
An hour later, Y/N was sitting in a beautifully modern, glass-walled cafe in Gangnam, sharing a table with her acquaintance, Min-ji. Min-ji was a sharp, friendly woman who had moved from Europe to practice international law in Seoul a few years prior.
"Honestly, Y/N, with your background in Danish corporate law and international contracts, you are exactly what firms here are scrambling for," Min-ji said, pushing a sleek folder across the table. "Our firm deals with European tech companies daily. If you want, I can submit your resume directly to our managing partner today."
Y/N’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. "Really? That would be incredible, Min-ji! I was worried the transition into the Korean legal system would be too difficult."
"Please, you're brilliant," Min-ji laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "The corporate culture can be intense, but you have the backbone for it. Plus, your English and Danish fluency are massive assets here. I’ll text you the moment I hand over your file!"
Meanwhile, across the city at the HYBE building, Namjoon was sitting in the lounge area with Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok during a short break from music production. He was casually spinning his phone on the table, a soft, unmistakable glow on his face.
"Alright, Namjoon-ah, spill it," Jin joked, leaning back on the sofa. "You’ve been grinning at the wall for ten minutes. Is our future sister-in-law ready for dinner tonight?"
Namjoon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "She’s actually out right now meeting a contact to talk about joining a law firm here. She was a lawyer back in Denmark, you know."
Yoongi nodded in genuine approval. "That’s impressive. It’s not easy to just pack up your life and immediately look to establish a career in a foreign legal system. She sounds incredibly driven."
"She is," Namjoon said, his voice softening with immense pride. "She's so smart, guys. She’s had a really tough life before coming here, and she was terrified of Korea at first. But seeing her step up, face her fears, and chase her goals... it just makes me want to support her even more. I really want tonight to be perfect for her."
Hoseok beamed, clapping his hands together. "Don't worry, Namjoon! We are going to give her the warmest welcome ever. She’s one of us now!"
By late afternoon, Y/N arrived back at the apartment just as Namjoon was unlocking the front door. They walked into the living room together, dropping their bags on the entryway bench. Y/N slumped her shoulders slightly, letting out a heavy, exaggerated sigh as she looked down at the floor, deliberately hiding the bright sparkle in her eyes.
"Hey," Namjoon said gently, his smile faltering as he walked over to her. He placed a warm hand on her waist. "How did the meeting go with Min-ji? You look a bit down."
Y/N sighed again, biting her inner cheek to keep from grinning. "Well... the conversation just didn't go the way I wanted it to at all."
Namjoon’s face softened with instant empathy, his heart aching for her. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. It's okay, it's just the first meeting—"
"Because," Y/N interrupted, a massive, radiant smile breaking across her face as she looked up at him, "it went way better! She said I’m exactly what they need, and she’s passing my resume directly to the managing partner today!"
Namjoon blinked in shock for a fraction of a second before a huge, dimpled grin took over his entire face. "You tricked me!" he laughed loudly.
Before she could answer, he leaned down and scooped her right up off her feet, lifting her high into the air and spinning her around in circles in the middle of the living room. Y/N gasped and laughed, clinging tightly to his broad shoulders as the room whirled around them.
He slowly stopped spinning but didn't put her down, holding her flush against his chest. He leaned in and caught her lips in a deep, joyous, and breathless kiss.
"I am so proud of you," Namjoon murmured against her lips, his voice thick with genuine emotion and admiration. "I knew you could do it. You are amazing, Y/N."
They held onto each other for a long moment, swaying slightly on the spot as Y/N buried her face into his neck, soaking in the unconditional warmth of his embrace. It felt so incredibly healing to have a man celebrate her victories rather than tear her down.
Slowly sliding her hands down his chest, Y/N looked up at him with a playful, mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in close to his ear, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Since we have to get ready for the big dinner tonight... do you want to come join me in the shower?"
Namjoon’s eyes widened playfully, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as a low, rich chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I think that is an excellent way to save time and celebrate," he teased back, tightening his grip on her waist as they headed down the hall together, completely wrapped up in their shared happiness.
