BTS One Shot Stories

Namjoon - Special Servant

You've been working three years in a bar just trying survive life. You will not do it anyway if you have enough money. For those years all you did was suffer to survive. You need to finish school. Yes, you feel awful from all the abuse the costumers do and the judgement and rumors going on arround about you, the only thing that kept your hopes up is your wish to graduate and find a much better job.

What you don't know is everything will change today. You came to work again, today, and as always, got slapped by your manager for not wearing the revealing clothes you, female bartenders, have to wear. Instead, you wore a white tank top for males(modified to make it look more Feminine) and shorts that's half-way your thighs... You hate the clothes they gave you. I have a reputation to protect and i am not a slut like them. You thought to yourself. You let out an irritated sigh and did your job. Costumer's keep coming and as usual lust starts filling up the place the moment they drag your fellow bartenders to sit with them.

A cute yet hot guy came up to you for a bottle of beer and as you placed his order in front of him some random guy takes your hand and drags you to his group's table.

He grabbed you straddling you on his lap, molesting you. This made your blood boil. You elbowed him on his stomach and when you got your hands free you grabbed his head and kneed him on the face. Blood gushed from his nose. You've broken it. The guy was so furious he attacked you but before he can even lay a hand on you he was lying on the floor.

"Never force a girl and molest her if she doesn't wanna have fun." you heard the guy say.

You looked at him, it was that cute yet hot guy earlier. Seem like not all men are bad. Your manager came do disperse the onlookers and gave you another disciplinary slip. You're already boiling with anger and so you tore the slip to pieces, got your things from your locker, faced your manager. "You've always treated me like shit and abused me and I've had enough. Hell, I don't even know if you should be called a manager. I quit." you told him.

He was so angry at you that he pulled you by the hair, gripped your shirt and came face to face with him. You gave him a headbutt and he fell but tore your shirt almost exposing your breasts. You walked out of the bar before you can even let your anger consume you and go for the kill.

You did not know that somebody was following you until you heard a voice. "Feisty you did back there."

"Leave me alone if you don't want to die."

"Feisty." he wrapped his jacket around you. "your undergarment is showing. To be honest, it's making you look tempting."

You did not heed his words and continued to walk. What you did not know was that he was following you in his car.

When you arrived at your place you saw your belongings at the door. "How unlucky," you said to yourself. You sat there outside just looking at the door when you saw some of your boxes being picked up. You looked up to find the guy earlier walking away with them and loading it into the car. He came back and picked up the last boxes and turned to walk back to the car. He paused midway.

"Are you coming or you just sit your pretty little ass there until you die of the cold?"

"Well, I have no choice." You sighed and followed him. He was already on the driver's seat when you reached the car. As you were riding, he introduced himself "I'm Kim Namjoon" "(y/n)" you replied. Moment of silence... you really did not want to talk. Then you remembered you lost your job."Ah! Shit!" you cursed in frustration and banged your head on the car's window hard enough to hurt your head.

Namjoon looked at you through the rear view mirror with a smirk plastered on his face. He was examining you. You arrived in a mansion and your mouth hung open in awe. Bitch-ass rich man you thought.
When you arrived he asked his servants to take your things to the guest room next to his. The servants looked at each other because that section of his house is private. You were given your own servant, you'll finish school with his help, in terms that you agreed to serve this man. You couldn't say no and he knows that.
You have stayed there for a couple of months now and yet to you everything seems new. Namjoon did not treat you like any of his servants even though you are serving him. He treats you in a special way that's very different to his other servants. And you find it very odd. What you did not know was that he was in love with you. Wanting you almost every minute of the day. But he showed how composed he is even though he is melting around you.
One time in the kitchen while eating your lunch and Namjoon was on a business trip one of the servants approached you and told you how lucky you were to have captured the heart of a famous playboy. This surprised you but what made you smiled more is that you feel the same way towards him. You still have to keep it a secret though.
A few days before you graduate he came home with a present for you. It was the dress you wanted for your graduation and... a lingerie? Fantasies filled your mind in an instant. You did not hear him calling you until he threw a pen at you. You stared at him furiously. He told you to come to his room in 10 minutes wearing the dress he gave you. After he left you slipped into the dress. You came to his room wearing the dress. Namjoon on the other hand tried to control his longing to get his hands on you and kiss you like crazy. He nodded his head and sends you off. When the door closed he let out a sexy groan and asked out loud. "y/n, why are you doing this to me?" what he did not know was that you were still by the door and heard everything.

*Graduation day*

Everybody was looking at you as this guy escorts you to your seat. Jealousy fills their eyes as they see your man. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving you. Why did i do that? he thought.
After the graduation a party was held and you danced with Namjoon all night. Any guy who comes near you gets a savage treatment from him. "There's no way i'm letting you hit on my woman," he mumbled. Getting bored, both of you slipped out of the party unnoticed. You drove home in silence as tension filled the atmosphere. He walked you to your room and said good night.

You woke up from movements on your bed. You eyes shot open when you saw Namjoon on top of you. You tried to get up but he tackled you on the bed and grabbed both of your hands to keep you from moving. He kissed you. It was deep and passionate but dark and heavy as if you knew that anytime soon something would happen. "I love you so much. I keep wanting you all the time but I have to control myself. I hate the thought that I can't have you." A smirk formed on your face and you turned the both of you over and sat on his pelvis causing him to groan and throw his head back into the pillow. You leaned down and whispered in his ear seductively. "Says who?" You asked. He was speechless. You kissed him and this time he let go of your hands and wrapped his hands on your waist. "I love you, too." You confessed as you pulled away from him. You got off of him and he turn to his side next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you as if he feared someone will take you away from him and you both drifted of to asleep.

Three months later you got married, facing a new beginning. After things got heated and you were roasted in his love and passion, you lay tangled up in the covers thinking about the day you first met and thank the heaven's for that day.