Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 2 - Chapter 1

June 13th 2015

“Have a good evening” you smile to the Receptionist behind the front desk of your office building.
You started work ridiculously early this morning so you’re keen to get home, have a quite bite to eat, a long bath and unwind.
Stepping into your front door after the short commute, you smile at the silence, Mark had moved out 6 weeks ago, and are enjoying living on your own again. The only time you feel lonely is when you wake up in the middle of the night – chilly and alone in bed and you would give anything to have someone you could pull on top of you.
You listen to the silence of the empty house, knowing tonight will be one of those nights – hoping the bath will help, already imagining pleasuring yourself in the warm water.
You drop your bags, and shrug off your blazer, your phone pings with an incoming text. You open the message.
‘are you in Seoul? KNJ x’ your heart stops, then hammers into overdrive.
After your night together two years ago, you have followed Namjoon’s career, but not long after meeting him, you’d changed jobs and haven’t been to Seoul for over a year. How does he have your number?
You hold your phone with shaking fingers, realising the date… 13th June, their 3-year anniversary.
You type a reply quickly, not knowing what to say, ‘Hello KNJ. Unfortunately I'm not in Seoul. Happy Anniversary x’
2 messages appear instantly from across the globe. A sad face emoji, followed by, ‘I can’t stop thinking about you’ – your heart flutters and your stomach somersaults, is he drunk? It’s been exactly a year of no contact. Slumping down onto the sofa, your shaking hand covering your mouth, feeling your unsteady breath, totally unsure what to do.
‘are you drunk? Are you sure you have the right number?’ you reply, your body coursing with adrenaline, like a bolt out of nowhere.
‘yes, and yes’ he replies, with a smiley face. You do a quick calculation of the time difference, its 2am in Korea. You grin to yourself, taking a few long calming breathes. He’s in Seoul, it’s not like he can turn up on your doorstep.
‘If I’d said I was in Seoul, this would have been a drunken booty call text?’ you click reply boldly.
‘An “I need to see you” text’ he responds and your chest flutters. You had filed Namjoon away as an amazing one-night stand, never to be heard from again.
‘Sounds like a booty call’ you reply with a winking emoji.
‘I’d behave, I just wanted to look at you again xx’ - he certainly is drunk. Images of laying underneath him flood your mind - his beautiful brown eyes staring down at you, drinking in your body, his excited heartbeat. Your pulse quickening at the thought.
You start to type - an incoming call appears on the screen from the same number, it makes you jump – he’s calling - you hesitate then answer.
“Hi” he breathes, the memory of his breath against your skin hits you like a wave. Desire crawls up your spine as you remember him gasping as he came with his lips close to your ear.
“Hi” you breathe back, suddenly unsure what to say, wondering if his memories are similar.
“not a booty call” he laughs, “but I needed to hear your voice” the deep rumble of his voice seems so familiar.
“are you ok? How drunk are you?” you try to stop your mind racing back and forth between the past and present. 
“I was drunk earlier, after the party” you can hear the smile in his voice as he pauses, “but I left a few hours ago and I can’t sleep”
“is everything ok? How was the party?” you can’t stop asking questions, unsure how to cope if there is an awkward silence.
“it was good, but it makes me think of you, and…” he exhales, you can hear he is rubbing his face and hair, your heart jumps, wondering what he will say “...and I tried to sleep, and I could see you so clearly in my mind, I just needed to…” he rambles.
“how did you get my number after all this time?” you interrupt, feeling unsure where this unexpected conversation is leading.
“Sujin was at the party, and I asked her about you… she gave me your number and she told me you’ve changed jobs but have kept in touch, and you’d broken up with your boyfriend, and it…” he exhales loudly, “I don’t know, I couldn’t lie here knowing you’re single and that I had your number”
You don’t know what to say, “Namjoon…” you begin, then stop. This is all so sudden out of nowhere. You take a steadying breath.
“uhhh” he groans, “why aren’t you in Seoul!” he says it like an exasperated statement, rather than a question.
“I haven’t been to Seoul for a long time” you laugh, trying to lighten his frustrated mood.
“I’d give anything to see you” he breathes, your stomach tightens instantly with excited nerves.
You let out a breath that comes in a shudder, “and whys that?”
“I remember everything about you” he hums, sounding tipsy and lost in his memories, “what you look like, your gorgeous smell, falling into your eyes, the way you feel…” he exhales with frustration, “your skin, and your curves in my hands” he pauses, you imagine his hands all over you and know that he is thinking about it too, “and when you came….” his breathing changing pace. You realise you’re pretty much having phone sex with Kim Namjoon, a k-pop celebrity – his words are such a turn on.
“I remember too” you whisper, your heart pounding and stomach fizzing with excited butterflies.
He hums out a groan, “what do you remember?” he teases, his words sounding horny, trying to get you to play along. 
You tell him the first thing you always think about when your mind wanders to that night, “your leg shaking” you smile, “that first kiss…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t know what I was doing” he pauses, “oh god…my leg kept shaking” he sounds embarrassed for his former self.
“don’t worry, I found it really sexy, if you couldn’t tell” you reassure him.
“thank god” he laughs, you can imagine his perfect teeth and dimples so clearly, “that kiss…” he goes back to your memories, “I think you stole part of my soul with that kiss” he sounds serious. Your stomach clenches.
You pause, “I know what you mean” you finally breathe, “I think I’ve always kept a little piece of you with me since that night”
“Ahhh! Fuck!” he exclaims, “tell me again why you aren’t in Seoul!” he sighs in frustration.
Your mind is clouded with memories of your night with him, “I honestly don’t know” you laugh, “what would you have done if I’d replied saying I was there?” you quiz, already anticipating the answer.
“I’d be on my way to you” his words sending electricity through you from so many miles and months away.
“just to see me?” you smile, “just looking… no touching?” you flirt, totally onboard that this call is quickly becoming phone sex.
“I’d be more than happy with looking, but I’d definitely touch if you let me” his voice sounds breathy with want, the sound of his voice making you wet for him.
“I have an idea” you purr, your voice sounding just as lustful.
“you always have the best ideas” you can hear the grin in his voice.