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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"I can't thank you enough," you said for probably the thirtieth time that night.
At this point, Namjoon was beginning to regret even telling you about the offer at all, but he knew that your excitement would pass. The alcohol mixed with the serotonin was just too much for you to handle, and you didn't know what to do with yourself.
It was cute how happy you were, yes, but it was getting annoying how much you were expressing your gratitude towards him.
"You don't have to," he laughed, shaking his head, reminding you for the tenth time. "I've already said this."
"I know," you replied, sighing. "But it's hard to think that I can just let it slide... you helped me accomplish my dreams."
To that, he dimpled. He knew how excited you were, and he couldn't continue being irritated with you. "You're so cute."
The compliment made you beam, and he felt his heart flutter. There was a special glimmer in your eyes... something he adored. He tried to kick himself out of it, knowing he couldn't be feeling the way he was about you - you'd just hurt him like everyone else he had ever felt this way for - but he was intoxicated.
It was so irritating feeling this so often. The last time he had felt this sort of emotion - let's say it was love, although Namjoon never ever used that word no matter the happenings - was with his mother, but she destroyed him, abandoned him. He knew that if he let himself feel that way towards you, love you, you'd do the same, and he bit the inside of his lip.
He looked at you...
Why did you do this to him?
Why were you making him feel this way?
It were as if you hadn't even noticed anything wrong on his face, as you just continued on. "Do you think I could talk to Yoongi? I feel like I made a bad impression."
He chuckled faux-like. "Yeah. I mean sure. We can go talk if you want."
"Yes," you laughed, letting him lead the way to them.
Yoongi and Jimin were still hovering in the same corner they had been in for the past like hour. They were just chatting amongst themselves, glasses of what looked to be wine in their hands. They were both so handsome, and it was hard to be calm as you looked at them.
It was intimidating. Three god-like handsome men right next to you. You really wouldn't be able to function properly. You swallowed, but Namjoon didn't take a notice, walking ahead towards the two.
The closer you two got, pushing through the crowd, the more your heart raced.
You could not bare to fuck up again. This conversation with Min Yoongi had to be professional and show less of the fact that you were internally tripping balls over the fact that your idol was right there. You had to be calm, or he might regret giving that position more than he probably already did.
It was going to be hard, yes, but it was worth it.
"Yoongi, Jimin," Namjoon said playfully, as he butt into their conversation, you appearing next to him. He looked at you, then at his friends, choking back a laugh at the way you were shaking subtly. "Y/n wanted to talk."
What?! Why would he do that?! What the fuck?
Panic ensued inside of you, all three of them looking at you, and you nearly shut down on the spot. It was sensory overload, but the tiniest nudge of Namjoon's foot against yours, telling you to speak up, and gave you a boost of reassurance.
"Mr. Min... I really can't thank you enough. It's so crazy. I've dreamt of working with you since I was a kid and it's so fucking surreal standing in front of you, knowing I was hired. I promise I won't let you down......"
Namjoons phone buzzed in his pocket, driving his attention away from you and your conversation. He reached down into his pocket and grabbed it. He really didn't expect it to be anyone but his father, nagging at him, as he didn't have anyone else to talk to, but it was someone that hadn't been on his mind in the slightest.
Ji 💄: Meet me in your office tomorrow. I bought a new set of lingerie. 😉.
You: Ji... Read6:20pm
Namjoon did not want to fall into her trap. She had a partner. She had kids. She was a cheater. She wasn't good for him at all. She did nothing but bad to him.
He knew this all, yet he still felt himself flush at the idea of being near her, letting her touch him.
Namjoon didn't want to touch anyone but you, truly, but he knew that he had to get you off of his mind. You were only going to hurt him; he couldn't be adoring you the way he was if he didn't want to be hurt.
And without thinking, although wanting so badly not to, he agreed, knowing it would take you off of his mind. It would maybe bring him back to the regular mindset of his.
You: Ugh, fuck it. Sure. What time?
Ji 💄: 1230. 👉
You: Cool. Read6:24pm
It was a hard decision, and he regret it for a moment after the text was sent, but he looked up at you, felt his heart race, and knew he had made the right decision. He couldn't let you get to his head. He needed a breather, and Ji was that breather to him.
A feeling of guilt took over him, and he looked at you, deciding if he should actually fall through and really let her fuck him. He didn't want Ji; he wanted you, truthfully, but he couldn't let himself desire you - he couldn't let himself need you the way that he did.
Although knowing this, he was still reluctant to commit, but he slipped his phone back into his pocket and decided not to think about it, just heading back into the conversation, despite having not listened for the past five minutes.
It seemed he had missed a lot as you had gotten a glass of red wine handed to you, a glass also being offered to him by you.
He stared at you, taking the wine from your hand as a million thoughts raced through his head, conflicting, fighting. He wanted you.
