The Switch

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Namjoon's POV

Watching you drive away with tears in your eyes hurt me more than I could describe. The cold air bit into my skin like knives and I felt weak in the knees. I wanted you to tell me the cause of your pain. Even though I think I know what it was.

You had developed feelings for me when I told you not to. I told you that relationships weren't my thing and you fell for me anyway. It wouldn't be the first time this has happened with a woman I was sleeping with. Hell, almost all of them that I slept with ended up falling in love with me.

But you were different. You challenged me from the very first time I met you. You pushed my patience. You tested my limits. You even took control in bed which was a first for me. You were a first for me. And I was falling for you too. I just didn't know what to do about it.

I've never been good at relationships. Every time I thought I had found someone good for me, they ended up leaving me once they were tired of me or once they had enough. They used me. So I decided that I would only fuck women that agreed to it and not get into the complicated part of developing feelings.

I climbed into my car and stared at my phone. I opened my contacts and stared at your name. I wanted so bad to call you. To tell you that I felt the same way you did. And hear you tell me you loved me too and have you come back to me for good. But I just didn't know if my heart could take it again. The last time nearly killed me.

But I knew I couldn't just let you go. I knew that when I saw you in the club with that other guy. Sure, you weren't fucking him, but he had every intention of taking you home. I could see it in his eyes. Slowly undressing you in his head, thinking about all of the things he would do to you. I know because it's the same way I looked at you that first night. I felt angry. I felt like he was trying to take what was mine.

"Mine."

The word rolled off my tongue in the silent car. I knew I wanted you for myself in more than just a sexual way. But I just didn't want to end up heartbroken again.

Something had to change. I couldn't just let someone as amazing as you get away from me. And who knows? You could be the one to show me that I could be loved and not hurt. I felt it in the pit of my stomach that you wouldn't hurt me. Your tears showed me that.

I had to get you back.

Y/n's POV

You drove home in silence with a whirlwind of thoughts swimming around in your head.

Namjoon had honestly looked genuinely concerned for you. Like he really wanted to know what was wrong so he could help. But you didn't want to give yourself false hope. Doing that always came back to bite you in the end.

You had been in a few relationships in your adult lifetime, but none of them had been the "fall in love with" type. Not until you met Namjoon. Sure, he was great in bed and knew how to please you sexually, but it was more than that.

It was how deep his dimples were when he laughed. It was how his eyes would shine when he talked about something he had passion for. It was how he held you and stroked your hair while you slept. It was how he looked at you like you were really beautiful in his eyes. He made you feel beautiful. He made you feel seen.

You pulled up to a red light and rubbed your temples in frustration.

Not quite yet ready to go home, you decided to go to a small diner right around the corner from your apartment. You weren't in the mood to cook anything tonight but you were absolutely starving.

You had hoped to go to dinner with Namjoon so you had skipped lunch. But you didn't have a problem going places to eat by yourself. You enjoyed your own company.

Once you pulled into the parking lot of the diner, you got out and started for the door. It had gotten dark outside by now and the wind was colder than it had been in weeks. You shivered softly, pulling your coat tighter around your body.

You reached for the door when a familiar hand reached in front of you to open the door for you. His hands were covered with dainty, beautiful rings, ones that you faintly recognized.

"Y/n?"

You looked over at the man who was holding the door open for you. Your eyes widened slowly.

"Jimin?"