𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 18+ [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

Namjoon : Work Hours pt. 7

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Chapter 7 - Your POV

"We're here, sir," the driver announced as the car eased to a stop.

Namjoon was the first to get out, buttoning his coat as he stepped into the cool evening air. I reached for the door handle, but before I could open it, Namjoon appeared beside me and offered his hand.

I hesitated for a split second—then placed my hand in his.

He helped me out of the car with practiced ease, the kind of gentlemanly gesture I only ever saw in movies. As he closed the door behind me, my eyes lifted to the entrance of the venue.

And that's when it hit me.

The crowd was dazzling—men in crisp suits and women in elegant gowns, all shimmering under the soft glow of rooftop lights. Their posture, their confidence, the quiet hum of conversation... everything about them screamed experience and power.

Suddenly, I wasn't so sure I belonged.

I must have looked uneasy, because Namjoon let out a quiet chuckle beside me. I turned my head.

"There's no need to be nervous," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "It's just like any other day at work—only more formal. All we need to do is present our platform and make the right impressions. Investors want clarity, not perfection."

I nodded, giving him a small smile, grateful for the grounding reminder.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

I slipped mine through his without hesitation.

As we walked toward the entrance together, we greeted a few familiar faces—some nodded politely, others exchanged brief pleasantries with Namjoon. The atmosphere buzzed with quiet anticipation and well-dressed elegance.

We took the elevator to the rooftop, the soft hum of music growing louder with each floor we passed. When the doors slid open, a crisp evening breeze greeted us.

My breath caught.

The rooftop was stunning.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden afterglow over the Parisian skyline. The venue felt more like an exclusive rooftop lounge than a business event—open air, tasteful lighting, lush plants lining the perimeter, and sleek cocktail tables dotted across the marble floor.

Only a few guests had arrived, including us. It was 6:00 p.m. The event would begin in thirty minutes.

And yet somehow, I already felt like I was standing in the middle of something unforgettable.