Out.

Namjoon One Shot - 1

"Bye baby", I peck his cheek as he's working on his huge messy desk filled with files, papers, his laptop and lots of data, just the thought of it, got me yawning. "Where are you going?" He says with his slender eyes still fixed on his paper; twirling his pen around his long pretty fingers in deep thought of something, I know that because he usually is in that state when he has his tongue poking out his inner cheek, which gets me extremely intimidated.

"I told you it several times..", I say a little upset over his words because he was clearly not paying attention to me earlier. "So? You can repeat yourself for me. Can you not?", he says in a seemingly stern voice. "Mhm..I'm going out with Leo.", I respond slightly tilting my body looking into the mirror as I fix my hair smiling softly at myself.

"Leo? Again?", he finally looks at me with his dark hooded eyes, putting his pen down, now completely giving me his full attention. "Yeah..again. I don't have anything else to do Joon." I look at him, fidgeting with my necklace. "You can help me with this.", he arranges the papers to a stack, pushing it to my side.

"No thank you", "Excuse me?" he shoots back right after, looking a little offended and mad. "I said, no thank you.", I turn around slowly starting to head out of the room.

"You'd rather hang out with him, than you'd with me?", his cold tone pierces through my ears, "Plus, what's with that skirt?", he continues. "What do you mean?" I look down at my outfit, I thought it was pretty cute. "Your skirt. Don't act like you don't know what I mean".

"I honestly don't know what your problem with my skirt is", I slightly raise my voice at the end. "So you really wanna play it that way huh?", he tightly holds on to his golden pen clenching his jaw. I look around back at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, I just wanna go out and you're acting unnecessarily rude, and my skirt- there's nothing wrong with my skirt", I speak out articulately. He strongly glares at me, scaring me a little bit but I'm still not going to budge.

"I can literally see you're fucking ass, what is it even covering at this point? hm? Might as well not even wear anything and just go to him naked. And don't you dare speak to me like that.", he slightly raised his voice making me a little more scared than I already was. "You're the one who bought it for me. If you didn't like it then why'd you purchase it in the first place?", I cross my arms slightly raising my head up. "I bought it so you'd wear it for me. Not for some other loser, don't you think you're getting a little bratty as each day passes?".

"Leo isn't a loser, he's a very good friend of mine and you don't get to talk shit about him, and no, I'm just saying, you're not always right and that I'm going to wear this skirt no matter what you say" I roll my eyes on him. He takes a deep breath straightening his back, "C'mere", he says soft but clearly, Oh boy I know he's mad-MAD now... "what..", I whisper even though i heard him distinct and clear. "I said come here." He repeats but this time, a little louder.

I slowly walk towards him standing in front of him avoiding eye contact. He reaches his hand out to my chin fixing my gaze onto his. "You know what you've done right?", he says in his raspy low voice. "Mhm..sorry." I mumble. "I don't take in apologies once it's done, and you know it best y/n, lay yourself, facing your stomach on my lap, right now." "No...It won't repeat I promise. I'm sorry" I say fidgeting with my fingers.

He chuckles slightly in sarcasm, "do I need to repeat myself again? You know I've got better ways to do it, and we both know you don't want it so fucking do as I say .", I look into his eyes and he stares at me and then his lap in a demanding manner gesturing me to do so, I push down my purse that was hanging on my shoulder doing as he says pressing my small body against his spacious lap because I know there's no way back now.

"That's like a good slut, hm?", he says while pushing my skirt up showing me bare except a white underwear covering a little bit of it. "You know how much you stress me out when you go hang out with other guys, especially with Leo?", he says stressing on the word "especially". "I don't have anything to do..besides they're only friends..you can trust me.." I whisper again. "I trust you not them, NOT him", I can feel his body tense as he squeezes my left cheek, he hasn't even done anything yet but his touch already has me weak.