Arduos - K.N.J X Y/N 🔞

3. Fade Into You.

A/N: lawd that gif tho ^^^^^ this chapter contains: smoking

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[ ' moments earlier ' ] 

Namjoon had his gaze on you from over the top of his glass of wine when you went to the bar with a gentleman to allow him to buy you a drink. His eyes followed after you as you mingled with the attendees too. He could feel his heart twisting, shrinking and swelling within his chest after every glance of you he stole. 

He wanted to know you so bad. 

You were far more gorgeous up close and in the flesh this way. All he saw before this moment was you on the stage like a speck of dust and pictures on the internet. This moment right here was everything he had wished for and more. 

Your skin glowed. Eyes twinkled. Smile glittered. The dress you wore hugged your body just right. Showed off the tone of your complexion perfectly. And speaking of skin... Namjoon wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over your body. To brush his fingers over your hand. To touch your skin. To hold you.... 

God, you're such a pig, Namjoon. Have some decency. His brain shouted at him to keep it together and that's when he forced himself to tear his wandering eyes away from you each time.

He didn't want to look. Didn't want to stare. He wasn't that type of man. Wasn't the type to drool at the corner of his mouth at the sight of a woman. He had learned his lesson from years of perfecting his image and knew better than to be full on looking at women with hearts in the eyes the way he was doing right now... But he did it again anyways every fucking time you walked by him and damn... 

Jesus. Namjoon had to get a fucking grip before anyone caught him. And by anyone, he meant his hyung's who had been accompanying him tonight. They had already called him out twice for gawking and ogling you but he... just couldn't stop.

Namjoon silently prayed for you to approach him. To see him in the sea of people and lock eyes with him. Just once. He hoped for you to come over and say thank you to him for coming. To flash your beautiful smile at him. Just him. Fuck the other two hyung's. 

But... you never did. You didn't have the chance to. Everyone wanted a piece of you. Everyone wanted an autograph or a selfie. Everyone wanted to speak to you. To show you how much they appreciated and loved you. He was merely just a blip on your radar. Nothing but a speck of dust.

So, he had to take matters into his own hands.

Namjoon could feel the back of his neck growing with heat the second he approached your assistant. It was literally now or never. He would never get a chance like this again. But he hesitated. Not wanting to come off too strong. Not wanting to approach you acting like the biggest, weirdest fanboy on Earth. But he couldn't even control his heart rate and he was one more breath away from starting sweating like a pig. 

He surely did not want to approach you all sweaty and icky like a creep either. So, when Yoongi spotted your assistant, he shoved Namjoon in her direction. Making Namjoon trip over his own feet and land almost face first into the bar's counter. 

His hyung was quick with his motions. Not wanting his dongsaeng to stand there and cream his pants while he watched you any longer. He knew Namjoon had to shoot his shot. He knew he needed the push. He knew Namjoon would thank him for it later. He just knew it. 

Namjoon gave his hyung a "I'll kill you."  look from the shove but nevertheless, he straightened up his back and then cleared his throat, collecting himself before he faced the unsuspecting assistant, "Excuse me."  Namjoon started with a small smile, his grin growing a bit when she turned to look at him. Her eyes immediately falling out of her head and to the floor when she grabbed her drink and faced him, the straw between her lips slipping out of her mouth when her jaw fell open,