Forbidden Affairs (KNJ)

Letting off Some Steam

I worked as quickly as I could, while still being efficient. I got done with all of the day's work about an hour after close. Which honestly, isn't that bad considering that I had more work than usual. I slide the case notes into a Manila envelope and fasten it closed. I turn my desk lamp off. I collect my things and place my cardigan over the top of my purse.

I walk over to Namjoon's office. The light was still on meaning he was still here. I knocked on the door waiting for an invitation. I heard a deep voice summoning me in. I turn the handle and step inside. He looks up from his desk peering at me over the top rim of his glasses. His hair is disheveled probably from running his hand through it. I've noticed him do that when he's stressed.

Namjoon: "What can I do for you, Miss. Hyun?"

"I have those case notes that you wanted by day's end."

I hold out the Manila envelope for him. He takes it out of my hands and places it on his desk.

"Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?"

Namjoon: "Unless you want to help me go over this paperwork I'm afraid not. Thank you for the case notes though."

He looks so frustrated. I take a deep breath as I set my purse down and sit in the chair in front of his desk.

"Hand me some papers and a highlighter. You will get out of here a lot earlier if you have someone to help you."

I give him a small smile and he looks at me confused.  He actually being quite kind. That's strange, usually, he is cold to me.

Namjoon: "I appreciate it, but I've got this. You should go. You're dressed up for someone wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

There is it's the judgmental attitude and the cold shoulder.

"Oh sir, I assure you it's nothing like that. I am just going out for a few drinks with my best friend from college."

He nods his head in understanding.

Namjoon: "No difference, go enjoy yourself."

I nod my head and step out the door pulling it shut. I slide my phone out of my purse as I step onto the elevator and text Hobi and Jimin. I get outside and hop into my car and head on my way home.

I open the door to my apartment and see Hobi and Jimin sitting on my couch. I turn my head confused not expecting Jimin to be in my apartment.  Hobi being here was no surprise. Sometimes I honestly believe he thinks he lives here too.

"Jimin what are you doing here?"

Hoseok: "When you texted us you put us in a group chat, so I invited him over before we go out tonight."

Jimin isn't in his suit like I am used to seeing him. He is in skinny jeans and a white tee shirt. There is also a leather jacket draped on the arm of the couch I am assuming is his.

"Oh okay, well let me go get ready. Hobi do you want to order food for us? Whatever Jimin wants, I'll pay."

I run back to my room and change my clothes. I wore this to work so I wouldn't have to change, but now I'm not in the mood for it. I pull on a blush pink skirt that went to my knees with a slit that ended at my mid-thigh. I grabbed a black off-the-shoulder top to wear with it. I opted for strappy black sandals rather than heels. I want to enjoy dancing.  I take my hair down from the bun I had in for work and let my curls down. I pin the pieces in my face back before walking out to the living room with the guys.

Hobi's eyes rake up and down my body as I walk up to the couch sitting next to him. I gave him a big smile and he smirked and sent me a cheeky wink.

"So what did you order for food?"

Jimin: "We just ordered some Chinese food. I don't mind paying for it."

"No really I'll pay, you are a guest. Don't worry about it."

Hoseok: "Don't argue, you won't win. She stubborn as hell."

I laugh and hit him on the arm. I stand up when I hear a knock on the door. I open my front door, greeting the man holding a large bag of food. I accept the bag and hand him his money before thanking him. I set the bag down on the coffee table.

"What do you both want to drink?"

Jimin: "Can I have water please?"

Hoseok: "You know what I like."

He gives me a smirk. I turn and walk to the kitchen.

"Hoseok if you don't stop making innuendos, you won't be having sex for another eight months."

I heard both of the boys laugh in the living room. I grab two bottles of water out of the fridge, one for me and one for Jimin, and a soda for Hobi. I grab three plates and walk back into the living room. They had gotten everything ready. I am not sure why, but unless I was having a special occasion meal, I never really used my dining room table. It was either a barstool at the kitchen counter or here.

A while later we head out to a bar. The bar was filled with people dancing and drinking. We decided to sit and chat and get a few drinks before we go and dance. We order a few drinks. After an hour or so they both were clearly feeling the alcohol, I didn't drink as much as they had. I excuse myself to the restroom. I stop at the bar on my way back to the table to order another drink. 

I sit back down the boys laughing about something.

"What's so funny?"

Jimin: "Hoseok was telling me about how you two came to sleep together the first time."

I think back to how we ended up sleeping together the first time. I shudder at the thought.

"Okay, that's enough of that. Let's go dance."

I grab Hobi's hand and pull him out of his seat to the dance floor. Jimin following behind us.  Hobi immediately grabs my hips and pulls him against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and laugh. Both of us feeling the alcohol. We start to dance swaying our hips to the music. I look over and see Jimin dancing alone. I grab one of his hands putting it on my waist. 

"Dance with us Jimin." 

He hesitated a little before stepping behind me and putting his other hand on my hip. We all were dancing together feeling the music. Suddenly someone bumped Jimin pushing his body against my back. I felt his body tense as we continued to dance to the music. He relaxed moving his hips against mine. Hobi had to run to the restroom. So, I turn around wrapping my arms around Jimin's neck. 

By the time Hobi comes back from the bathroom Jimin's lips are on my neck. Feeling the music. Hobi gripped my hips and attached his lips to the other side of my neck. The pleasure coursing through my body; the blood running to my head from the connection of their lips. My mind running through the endless possibilities of what the rest of this night could bring.