House of Cards (Kim Namjoon x reader)

Chapter 5

You didn't want to be here, but you showed up anyways. You stood in front of his office and knocked. It's been a few days since what happened at his house and he had called to say that he was sorry for bringing you home without your permission and you told him you would return the clothes to him after washing it. He agreed.

After knocking, he opened it widely instead of just telling you to come in yourself. "Hey." he said. His hair was down, it happens when he's feeling under the weather.

"Hey." you answered, giving him the biggest smile you could to cheer him up. It worked, he chuckled and you saw his dimples that you have missed so much.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked. You nodded and he called out to Taehyung to make some tea. He sat down on the sofa and you sat across from him. "Listen, I'm really sorry for that day. I should have considered how you felt. I probably wouldn't like it either if another guy wrap his arms around you." he said, whispering that last part.

"What?"

"Nothing." Taehyung entered with the tea and looked at you shyly. Jungkook said that they went on a date together the other night and both had a very enjoyable time. Namjoon also texted you how giggly Taehyung had been after that night. Young love is so pure and great, you thought.

You took a sip. "I'm also sorry for freaking out on you like that. In all honesty, it doesn't bother me so don't worry and keep doing what you're doing. I guess I was still shaken up from the events prior."

Namjoon nodded. "I understand. And like I said, don't blame yourself. You're doing the best you can."

"Thanks." you smiled. You eyes landed on the envelope on the table. "What's that?" you asked.

He sighed and picked it up. "Don't you recognize this design? It's from the head of the family. The annual family reunion is coming up."

"I'm so sorry." you chuckled. Family matters to Namjoon were nothing more than political game and gains. There was no love, no sincerity. It was the few times you felt pity for him.

"It's fine. But they're bugging me to bring someone with me or else they'd set me up with someone. Probably some spoiled heiress with no sustain." He rubbed his temples.

"Couldn't you bring Jia?" you asked. You didn't want to picture them together but Namjoon seems to like her a lot so you should be supportive of your best friend.

"No, they wouldn't accept her. Plus, I sent her to Paris for a month." He waved his hand dismissively.

"Why would you do that? Won't you get lonely?" you asked, looking at the content of the envelope. Everything was official, like a business transaction.

Namjoon looked at you, his eyes softened. "No, I'm not lonely." he smiled. "I have other important things in my life." You nodded, still not looking at him.

Then you perked your head up."Oh, before I forget, here." You handed him the bag of clothes but he shook his head.

"Keep it. I bought them for you anyways."

"Why?"

"Can't I spoil my best friend?" he asked. The words stung less now.

"A little tip. When you ever get a girlfriend, don't buy clothes for other women." you laughed, it was to mask how nervous you felt when he said he bought them for you.

"Whatever." he rolled his eyes.

"But if you wanted me to keep them, why did you tell me to come and return them to you?"

"No reason in particular." he lied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, weirdo. I have to get back before Jungkook breaks all the syringes. He learned all the bad things from you, you know." He laughed and walked you to the elevator. The walk always seemed short when he was with you. His hand brushed yours and it seemed that you were the only one that reacted. Stupid, you told yourself. He flashed you one of his devilish smirk as the elevator doors closed. Namjoon walked back to his office and scoffed when he saw that you had left your bag of clothes. Instead of calling you back up, he thought it would be nice to go for a quick walk.

At the bottom floor, people were transitioning from outside to inside at rapid pace. It was madness, and you bumped into someone as you were headed for the front door. "Sorry." you bowed.

"Y/N?" the voice asked.

"Seokjin?" He flicked your forehead.

"Use your formality." he nagged. With his mouth pouting, he looked like a big baby.

"Sorry oppa, but what are you doing here?"

"Did you forget? I work here. I should be asking you that." You remembered that he told you he got a job here. No wonder he was in formal clothing, showing off his nice waistline and proportionate figure. He chuckled when he saw you checking him out not very subtly.

"Sorry, I was just visiting a friend who works here."

"Oh really? What's his name? Maybe I would know him." You laughed nervously, not really wanting to tell him about Namjoon. Not that you didn't trust Seokjin but you didn't want to involve Namjoon in this part of your life. Maybe that's selfish, but it was your active choice. "It's fine, you don't have to tell me. But you do owe me a dinner." he grinned.

"Ah, right. When are you free?" you asked.

"How about this Saturday? I'll pick you up."

The sentence sent some flutters in your stomach. It can't be compared to how Namjoon used to/ still somehow makes you feel. But you want to dive in further. "Alright, I'll text you the address later."

"I should be getting back to work. I'll see you Saturday, okay?" he winked.

"Okay, oppa." As he walked away, he did a little victory dance and you thought it was cute. But someone else witnessed the scene and he thought it was anything but cute. He gripped the bag tighter, almost ripping it. He didn't bother coming up to you and went back to his office in silence.