Namjoon fan fiction
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Y/n decides she wants to celebrate her birthday alone this year and decides to go out to a bar.
After a few drinks, she meets a mysterious, yet
mesmerizing man. He may appear...
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The next few weeks were rough for you. Your relationship with Namjoon had strengthened significantly after his lesson. Although he had enjoyed your night of teasing, he vowed to never lie to you again, knowing you were truly upset about it.
However, your work-life was not going as smoothly.
Taehyung was still beyond upset with you for what happened and he wasn't showing any signs of getting over it. He had piled on twice as much onto your workload, causing you several late nights. He also made sure to make you as uncomfortable as possible whenever he was around.
The constant stares that would burn holes into your back as you worked, the slight bump of the shoulder when he would pass you in the hallway, and worst of all, the way you were never given time off anymore aside from the weekends.
You felt like you were going crazy and you didn't know how to stop it. You definitely couldn't bring Namjoon into the mix again. That didn't work well at all the first time.
You couldn't quit because you needed the money to support yourself. Namjoon had offered to pay your bills for you because he loved you and didn't want you to work so hard, but you were too independent for that shit.
And here you were, back at work on a Monday morning, ready to start another week of hell.
You walked into the office, arms full of the binders that you were forced to work on over the weekend. Taehyung had demanded that everything be finished by this morning so when it wasn't finished at 7:00 Friday night, you decided to go home as the last employee to leave.
No sooner had you set everything down on your desk, you felt a familiar, overpowering presence behind you. You spun around, coming face to face with Taehyung.
"Good morning, y/n. I assume all of your work has been completed as I asked?" He asked in a resentful tone as he gestured toward your desk.
You glared at him, wishing you could tell him what you really thought of him.
"Yes, Mr. Kim. I had to take most of him home to complete it but it's finished." You replied matter of factly.
"Good. Because I have about 13 more assignments that need finishing up. Meet me in my office around 4:15 to go over them." He turned to walk away, pausing briefly before looking over his shoulder at you. "Don't be late, y/n."
You watched as he walked away, jaw dropped as he greeted his other employees cheerfully before disappearing into his office. He hated you. And he was letting you know it.
"13 more assignments?! Give me a break, Taehyung!" You half-whispered, half yelled under your breath. You plopped down in your chair, defeated as you covered your face with your hands. You glanced at your watch.
