CLOSE the DOOR

Confession

And what should he talk to you about?, Namjoon thought looking at the ceiling. Even without your story, he was too excited to be alone with you. Now it's just torture for him. He could laugh at his behavior. Namjoon you seem to be back in your 15 years, he told himself.
“Knock knock,” you said as you entered his office.
Fuck, he cursed mentally as he turned to face you. Your wide dress, which was held only by a ribbon tied around your neck, barely reached the middle of your thighs. The heat went through his body. You have to be professional, he reminded himself.
“Hi,” he smiled at you, pointing to a chair.
"Am I punished, professor?" you sat down on a chair, innocently flapping your eyelashes.
“Have you done something worthy of punishment?” he replied before his brain kicked in. Fuck, he needs to control himself better.
“I always do something worth punishing.” You looked into his eyes, grinning. Chills ran down his spine.
"I'll keep that in mind," he smiled.
“Anyway,” you smiled broadly. “I’m sure you’re too busy to waste chitchat with me.”
“I'm always interested in talking to you, even if it's 'chitchat'.” Namjoon said as he placed your manuscript on the table in front of him.
He almost growled when your cheeks flushed slightly and your lips parted. “Oh, that,” you said in a barely audible voice.
“Do you want to explain it?” he tapped his fingers on your story.
"Explain?" You chuckled as you leaned back in your chair with wide smile. “Is this Professor Kim or Kim Namjoon in front of me now?” You raised an eyebrow looking into his eyes.
"What?" he asked while staring at you.
“Well, I don’t need to explain anything to Professor Kim. Because, he himself said that story could be any reckless fantasy, the emotions of which will drag him into it,” you replied with a smirk. You stood up and turned to leave, leaving him silently staring after you. You stopped and ran your fingers over the door. His skin tingled as if you were running your fingers down his back “And if Kim Namjoon wants to discuss my story” you turned your head back to look at him “I advise him to do it behind closed doors”
“You won't like what could happen behind closed doors,” he said in a low voice, fighting the urge to come up to you and make every fantasy in your story come true.
“But you will definitely like it,” you smiled seductively at him before leaving his office.
. . .
He staggered from alcohol heading to his office. Damn, how did he manage to forget the bag with the phone and home keys in the office. Although it's obvious how. Talking to you threw him off balance. And that was one of, no, that was the only reason he was so drunk right now. He hoped that his brain would turn off and not think about you. But he failed... because you weren't just in his head.
He took his bag and headed for the exit.
"Didn't know you like to drink" your voice behind him made him freeze in the middle of a dark corridor.
Please be a hallucination, he whispered as he turned towards you.
You laughed as you watched him. “I'm not a hallucination,” you replied. “Did something good happen?” you looked at him with interest, or rather, how he tried to control himself and not stagger. “Or bad?”
“You,” he said. “You happened,” he breathed.
"Is everything that bad?" you smiled at him
"Yes!" He lowered his head. The longer he looked at you, the less self-control he had left. He shook his head as he stepped back. “I'm too drunk to talk to you. See you tomorrow" he said turning towards the exit.
"Namjoon" he stopped when you said his name. "If I'm making your life difficult, say it and I'll stop." The seriousness in your voice made his stomach cramp.
“You make my life difficult,” he said, taking a deep breath. “But I like it too much,” he said, and quickly walked towards the exit. He wanted too much to succumb to the alcohol in his blood. Wanted to kiss you, wanted to feel your curves in his arms, wanted made every dream you wrote in your story...