You make a deal with your ex-coworker, Kim Namjoon, where you give him pleasure, for money. But the relationship that was meant for pleasure, and pleasure alone, soon turns into much more as you find yourself falling for him...
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• BTS RM AU.
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While you had been rushing to get home, Namjoon was visiting Yoongi's office, trying to convince his friend to give you the job. Tension was high between Mr. Min and Namjoon as he sat at his elder's office, running his hands through tousled his hair repeatedly. The two had been bickering back and forth invidiously for a while over the job offer for you.
Namjoon wanted to just end things between the two of you, and getting this job would, but he couldn't. He had already come here to talk to Yoongi; he promised you he'd do this, and he didn't break promises.
Namjoon went early to his friend's office - long before you awoke, after Yoongi had seen his message ( Yoongi had a tendency to leave people on read. ) - trying desperately to talk his stubborn elder into letting you get a position at the office, using his charms, but Yoongi was more than stubborn and denied.
"Yoongi, please," Namjoon pushed one more time, tugging at the strands of his blonde hair. It was a mess. He was still hungover from the night before, head throbbing and throat hurting. "She really needs this. She's jobless at the moment and doesn't have much time before she runs out of money. At least just for a bit until I can find her a new job?"
Hearing Namjoon like this was odd to the elder. Namjoon was never like this. He never let his guard down and pleaded like this. Yoongi knew this was significant to Namjoon, but that didn't make any difference. He stood his ground. Yoongi loved Namjoon, even if he never said it to him truly, but he wanted the best for him... just not this.
"Namjoon, I don't think you understand," he said. "I can't give her a position here. There are no positions open, and all of my workers are good to the point that I can't fire them. Plus, there are so many applicants that she would be last in line."
"Yoongi. She needs this."
The elder wasn't surly, but Namjoon was really getting on his nerves with this. Yoongi was a naturally calm person, but his voice raised subtly as he spoke the next line to Namjoon. He loved the boy, but Namjoon needed to understand that no means no. "As do my other employees, Namjoon. I know your dad isn't the best dude, but there's no way he fired her for no good reason. Face it, she's not a good worker and would make a bad replacement to one of my employees."
Was this all for nothing?
Namjoon about lost it. He wanted to break down and punch something, but he kept himself cool. "Yoongi, believe me. I know my dad, and I know he does this often. He screwed her over, and now she's fucked. I need this for her, hyung. It's the only thing I can do," Namjoon retorted, feeling his blood begin to run cold. He was losing hope - this wasn't going to work. But he so dearly hoped Yoongi would change his mind at the last second so he could get you out of his life before something happened that he regret.
Oh, wait, something already had.
How could he forget that you were in his bed last night?
Fuck this shit; Namjoon was about to dip, leaving you on seen. He no longer gave a fuck.He was just gonna leave you behind.
Yoongi knew how much this would mean to Namjoon, he could see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone, but he wasn't transparent enough to let Namjoon get to him. This was his office, his rules, not Namjoon's; he could do whatever he desired. He felt bad, though. Namjoon wasn't himself today; there was something so off about him - he was more pissed than usual and his leg was bouncing more cautiously. He seemed upset.
Yoongi wanted to pry, understand, but Namjoon wasn't a person that would let people see his emotions, especially not Yoongi, and Yoongi knew he had no chance. He just wanted to know, though, why was he doing this for you?
"Why do you want this for her, Namjoon?" Yoongi pried, leaning forward onto his knees, as he stared at the younger. He didn't know what brought on his next statement, but he instantly knew he'd regret it. "What's so special about her? I know she didn't spread her legs, because every other girl that did that got thrown under the bus. What's so special about her?"
That single statement made Namjoon's eyes widen. The suddenness of the insult made Namjoon concerened, and he fought back at the elder, not in the mood to deal with that. Yoongi knew why he had that many affairs, and using Namjoon's coping mechanisms against him in this situation was mean as hell. It made Namjoon's heart sting a little, and he felt his face go hot with both rage and embarrassment.
"What the fuck?" Namjoon asked. "No, she didn't fucking spread her legs, Yoongi. I just feel bad..." his voice fell. He didn't know why, but he felt bad for you. "I promised her this."
Yoongi sighed, running his hands over his face. "Namjoon, I know you want this for her, and I feel bad, because I want you to be happy, but I can't give a position to her. She hasn't had an interview and she just doesn't seem worthy."
That was when Namjoon knew what the final answer was, and got up out of his seat, not sparing a glance to his elder. He felt childish, but he was livid, and he stormed out of the office. Namjoon pulled his jacket over his shoulders, and went to Sio's car, head lowered.
He felt sick already, his head pounding from his hangover, but felt even sicker at the thought of having to see you again. He didn't want to see you; he didn't want to feel those emotions, and he didn't want to remind himself of the mistake he made last night.
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Namjoon: Y/n, I need you to come to my house again tomorrow so that we can discuss Mr. Min's job offer for you. And you left your cardigan here on Friday.
You: Okay, thank you, sir. I will be sure to do so.
Is there a certain time you need me there by? I know you work a lot and are very busy, if so let me know.
Namjoon: Before 12?
I go into work at 1 tomorrow, so if you can come by before then, it'd be great.
You: Okay, thank you. Will do. Read: 7:18pm
Sighing, you set your phone down.
Fuck, you had to go over there again?
How awkward would that be?
You knew damn well you wouldn't be able to look him in the eye knowing - or not knowing - what happened last night.
Shit.
You had to stop worrying; it wasn't going to make anything better, but you couldn't help it.
You were petrified.
You didn't want to see Namjoon, and you didn't want to reminisce in the things that happened at that place.
What if you didn't even get the job?
You were trying to make up reasons to not go - anything you could think of, desperate. But no matter what, you had to.
Fuck it.
You only live once; if you didn't get the job, too bad. If Namjoon didn't see you the same, too bad. You just didn't care anymore.
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And oh, my god, that gif of Joon.
Namjoon with purple hair is so fucking hot; especially On era. Swear, he kills me.
