Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I checked myself in the mirror for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. Namjoon's car was waiting downstairs and the man himself had come up to my apartment to fetch me. He was sitting in the living room while I finished getting ready. I wasn't sure whether to be surprised or impressed with how perfectly the dress fit me. The color complimenting my complexion and the fit flattering to my figure.
My head tilted as I admired myself. It hardly looked like me. Of course, I had attending banquets such as the one we were going to before, but they were never anything I wanted to go to with someone I wanted to go with. Therefore, I had never put much effort into my appearance beyond making myself at the very least "presentable". But this was different. I wanted to look good for Namjoon. I had this deep urge to make myself into someone that was worthy of being beside him.
So maybe I layered my mascara a little thicker and tinted my lips a shade deeper than I usually do. Nothing too noticeable I hoped. My eyebrows pinched together the longer I stared at my reflection. Maybe he would think I'm trying too hard. A soft knock at the door interrupted me before I could commit to redoing my makeup.
"Y/N? Can I come in?"
Right. I had almost forgotten he was just outside the door. Casting myself one last nervous look, I sighed.
"Yeah. You can come in."
The door cracked open and his head popped around the corner of it. His eyes lighting up as soon as he saw me and all my worries about the way I looked scattered. I felt myself swell with pride at the way his gaze roamed over my figure, nodding appreciatively.
"You look beautiful. I'm glad it fit."
"I should be asking you how you knew my size."
He smiled, crossing the room to take my hand. He lifted it to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently.
"Lucky guess."
The sudden shift in atmosphere was heavy. Tension wrapping around the two of us tightly as his eyes dropped to my lips. And where his eyes wandered, so did mine as I gazed at his delectably pink mouth just as wantonly. I turned my head, reluctantly severing my gaze from him as I cleared my throat.
"I'm sure I took more time than I meant to. We should go."
I took half a step before he stopped me. Wrapping a large hand around my bicep.
"You're forgetting something."
I looked up at him in confusion wondering what I possibly could have forgotten. His fingers grazed my bare neck before he turned to the last unopened box on the bed, and I realized what he meant. He pulled out the necklace Hoseok had gifted me, turning to me and motioning for me to turn around so he could put it on. I obliged, lifting my hair out of the way as his arms came around me to loop the necklace in place and latch it. I was right about it being more of a choker than a loose chain. The cool metal felt nice against my warm skin and the goosebumps trailing my arms courtesy of Namjoon's light caresses across my flesh made me acutely aware of his presence.
As if his towering figure didn't already do enough for him. He kissed the junction between my neck and shoulder and my body flushed in response. The heat traveling up my face to pool in my cheeks.
"Beautiful." He murmured against my skin. "Mind if I take a picture?"
"A-A picture?"
"Mmm hmm. I know someone who would like to see this on you."
He tugged at the necklace, his eyes searching for mine in the mirror. I nodded, internally patting myself on the back when he smiled. He pulled away from, walking around to my front to admire me from a different angle. He tugged his phone out of his pocket, and for the second time in a span of about five minutes, I was confused as he placed his fingers under my chin to lift my face. The motion tightened the necklace around my throat, the accessory digging just the slightest bit into my skin.
"Take a deep breath baby girl."
The name had my breath stuttering. I was momentarily flustered, my eyes flicking to his in time to catch his attention lifting from the phone screen to me. He raised one eyebrow, a silent question as to whether I intended to disobey him or not. Almost instinctively, I sucked in air, drawing it deep as his eyes dropped back down to his phone screen.
"Good girl."
Right there. My knees threatened to buckle under me. Never have I ever been so affected by those words coming from someone. But Namjoon. Oh boy the way his deep voice wrapped around the syllables and slipped from his tongue like a silky purr. Fuck. Kink unlocked. I shifted in my place, my thighs pressing together as my body yearned to do absolutely anything to hear those words again. The way Namjoon watched me was as if he knew. He had to notice the effect he had on me.
"Wanna see?"
Ready to use anything as an excuse to get my head back in the game, I nodded. He flipped the phone around to show me the photo he took. I expected it to be a close up on the necklace, but what I didn't expect it to be was so sensual. The way he had angled my head displayed the smooth slope of my throat, the necklace wrapped snugly around the base of it and complimenting my skin tone gloriously. He caught the slight pout of my lips at the edge of the frame and at the bottom, the tops of my breasts swelled above the neckline of the gown. Made perkier thanks to my deep inhale.
It was... erotic. I would never describe myself as someone particularly capable of seduction, but Namjoon seemed to bring it out of me so effortlessly.
"Wow." I breathed, unable to take my eyes off it.
"I agree. I think Hoseok will like this a lot."
He turned the phone to face him again, tapping the screen before pocketing it again and offering me an arm.
"Shall we go?"
I took his proffered arm, wrapping my hands around him maybe a teensy bit tighter than necessary just to feel his bicep. It would be a crime not to honestly.
"Ah, by the way. I reviewed your partnership agreement." He said as we exited the room, and I gathered my phone and clutch before making our way to the door. "Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do. I imagine your father had it drafted concretely, so there was no other way for the agreement to be terminated unless he surrenders his half or upon his death."
I sighed, making sure the door locked behind us as we entered the hallway.
"I figured as much. If he's anything, it's thorough. It wouldn't surprise me if he had planned it that way just so he could hold something over my head."
He took my shoulders, turning me to face him as we waited for the elevator to arrive.
"I still have one thing to try. I may not be able to get you out of the contract, but I can try to get him to relinquish his side of it. If the offer is desirable enough to him, he might just accept."
"Namjoon, I can't ask you to try to buy my father's side of the partnership for me."
The lift dinged, indicating its arrival. We boarded, Namjoon letting me on first. He remained silent, hitting the button for the ground floor and it wasn't until the doors closed and we began moving that he spoke.
"It won't be me bargaining for it. I have someone else in mind for that."
Before I could ask what he meant, my phone chimed in my hand. I looked down at the message I had just received, my heart palpating wildly at its contents.
Hoseok: Wait until I get my hands on you princess.
