𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 | ✔

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Warning: mature & sexual content ahead.
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Namjoon slows down his Mercedes AMG GT while the gate slowly opens for him. Despite his late arrival, the CEO rolls the window up and tilts his head to the guard in greeting.

"Good evening, sir."

"Hey, Mujin. Good evening to you, too. Has Mrs. Han taken her leave?"

The man in his 40s nodded his head. "Yes, sir. Assistant Park dismissed her earlier than usual." The man answered right away, unaware of the change on his boss' face.

"Thank you, but please refer to her name next time, alright?" Namjoon says. "She no longer works for me."

"Of course, sir."

"She's my girlfriend."

Mujin's eyes widen at his boss' confession.

"So, please, don't treat her any differently. This will be her home now."

"I apologize, sir. I will keep that in mind."

"Great. Have a good night." Namjoon smiles briefly and then proceeds down the parkway.

Turning off the car's engine, he reaches for his jacket on his headrest along with his work bag before he exits and shuts the door behind him.

On one hand, he grabs his phone to find no replies to the texts he sent almost an hour ago. He figured you'd been asleep by now, and the guilt he's currently feeling for promising to have dinner together ended with him coming back four hours later.

Truthfully, he had no idea his two meetings would be in two different cities outside of Seoul. One was an hour away in a secluded area, and the second one was almost two hours away. A meeting that should have taken no longer than an hour resulted in congested traffic flow, hence his late arrival.

'I'm so sorry, babe. The meeting is taking longer than expected. I don't think I can make it back on time.' He had texted beforehand as you were finishing up the last dish you had prepared.

And as understanding as you were, you replied and reassured him that it was fine.

'It's okay. What time do you think you'll be home?'

'Are you sure you're fine waiting? Traffic is crazy but we're finishing it up.'

'That's okay, I'll wait.'

That was at seven in the evening. It was now past midnight.

When Namjoon took his work shoes off at the door beside your sneakers, he was met with total darkness. The only light was coming from the all-glass wall leading to the backyard. The moon cast a looming shadow over his figure as he swiftly carried himself towards the lighted staircase and in the direction of his master bedroom.

As expected, it's dead silent when he pushes open the wooden Mahogany. His steps are light in contrast to the heavy breaths in the bedroom. Setting his bag over the sofa chair in the corner of his room along with his suit jacket and car keys, he avoids making noise for fear of disturbing your sleep.

Despite his drained energy and aching body from sitting all day long, a small smile manages to paint his features. His mono-lids crinkled at the corners as he watched your small body in the middle of the giant bed. The warm feeling that surrounds him is indescribable.

He's struggling to keep up with his own breathing as he steadies to watch your chest heave up and down.

Namjoon breaks out into a full grin when he realizes how creepy he must look with him standing in the middle of the room. He is intently staring at half of your face covered in his thick duvet.