Yes Sir (Kim Namjoon Fanfic)

~33~

It felt like my eyelids weighed a ton as I cracked them open the next morning. The sun was peeking through the windows and bouncing off the floor, creating a warm glow through the room. Namjoon was still laying asleep beside me, his arm still wrapped around me. I stared at his face and suppressed the urge to kiss his full lips. I smiled as I turned my gaze away from him, happening to catch the time on the clock.

"Fuck." I exclaimed as I started to sit up. Namjoon's grip tightened slightly as I went to move.

"What is it?" He asked, not opening his eyes.

"It's 8:23! I am running so late." I replied, trying to wiggle from his grasp. He yanked me back down to lay with him, groaning.

"You are excused from being late, Miss Kit. Besides, it's Saturday." He mumbled as he pulled in closer to me. I smiled slightly as I let out a relaxed sigh and snuggled back into the bed. I still couldn't help but stare at Namjoon as we laid there, his face mere inches from mine.

"It's rude to stare." He mumbled before cracking his eyes open. I looked away quickly, feeling my cheeks get hot.

"Sorry. " I said quietly, trying not to look at his face and hide my embarrassment. He chuckled and leaned in, kissing me softly over and over again, making my heart rate jump.

"It's ok, I'll allow it." He teased, as he pulled away. Just then, his phone rang on his nightstand making him roll his eyes. He rolled over and picked it up as he got out of bed. I tried not to listen to his end of the conversation as I stretched out in the bed, feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time. As he hung up the phone, he sighed and looked at me.

"It looks like we will need to do a little work. Jin got hung up in a meeting with some of our suppliers and he needs to test out the new dishes he plans on revealing at our Seoul resort. Would you accompany me? It's not too much work, really. Think of it as just lunch." He said, running his hand over his messy hair. I nodded and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to get done.

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"I think that the only thing that really needs improvement is the amount of sauce used in the pasta dish. Other than that, I think he's got it down perfectly. Send him my approval." Namjoon said to the chef as we finished our lunch. We had such light and pleasant conversation over lunch, making it seem more like a date than work. As we headed back to his house my phone rang, interrupting the momentary silence.

"Oh, it's my mother. May I take this?" I asked, clutching my phone in my hand.

"Of course." He smiled. I nodded and smiled as I picked up the phone.

"Eomma?" I asked as I picked up.

"Oh sweetie, I am glad I caught you."

"Is everything ok?" I asked, sensing the stress in my mother's voice.

"Appa isn't doing so well. He keeps asking for you. He wants to see you. Do you think you can come by?"

"I will come by as soon as I can. I have to go right now but I will stop by soon, ok? Love you." I said as I hung up the phone. I bit my lip hard, staring straight ahead and trying to swallow the feelings that were bubbling inside me.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, breaking the silence after a few minutes.

"My father isn't doing well and is asking for me." I swallowed. He hummed in response for a moment before making a quick U-turn.

"Well let's get you to your father." He said as he sped up the car a little bit.

"You don't have to do that. I can go when we are done." I said, still trying not to look at him for fear of becoming emotional.