𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

32

"Wait, before you go-" Namjoon catches your wrist before your heel can even leave his car.

Looking back at him with your belongings, he puts the car in park beside the curb, unlocking his seatbelt.

With one hand behind your seat, he leans forward and muffles. "You forgot my kiss."

"Right now?" You ask, cautious of the gaze strangers give you as they pass by in their professional attires and head toward the fairly huge building (though not as big as Kim Industries).

Outside of your concerns, Koreans are known to be uncaring when it comes to their environment and the people around them. The public display of affection is not exactly up there - especially in business centers and professional settings.

You don't want to particularly assume that they're looking at you and could be because you're coming out of a very luxurious car not everyone with normal working office jobs can afford.

However, Namjoon's smirking face is invisible from the tinted windows. Just that you're oddly stepping out of the car with your door ajar.

"Come on, baby. Just one peck before I go."

Nibbling on your lower lip, you give it another thought before finally giving in. It's not like he's the only one being clingy this morning, which left him blue-balled.

You want to touch him as much as he does.

"I'm gonna be late."

"Just a second more."

"Joon-"

He pulls you into the kiss and his mouth and tongue start moving, leaving you almost breathless when he doesn't let go and grabs your jaw with his left hand. You whine as he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

You don't know how long the kiss will last when you start to hear the honking behind you, ruining the moment. You're the first to pull away from his hold and when you look at him, your eyes automatically land on his swollen, red lips. The corner of his mouth is glossed over.

Is that your lip oil?

Instead of consoling your horrified expression, Namjoon casually replies. "You better go now. Time is running."

You check yourself in his mirror. "How do I look?"

"Like always," he shrugs as if he hadn't caused the redness in your jaw from how tight he held it. "Beautiful."

You ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "If I look like a mess, it's all your fault."

"I doubt it," Namjoon says. "Besides you only need to look right for me. No one else."

There is a hint of playfulness in his tone that you know he doesn't mean any unkind intentions. He is simply trying to boost your confidence.

Not like it wasn't like you were always confident and decadent.

Namjoon knows that. Knows his teasing won't affect you as much.

He glares as you brush your flyaways down. For your second day at work, you've decided to switch your hairstyle a bit - straightened and sprayed down for a cleaner appearance. You also snagged a matching black blazer jacket over your white ruffled blouse and tucked in your knee-length pencil skirt for a formal look. It didn't look much different from your office assistant style, just more put together.

The way Namjoon looked at you with beaming eyes and a smile when you walked into the room was enough confirmation that you looked good.

You always look good as he does.