Boy With Luv (Kim Namjoon X Readers)

Chapter 33

His movements were mesmerizing. They were precise and radiated immense energy that was addicting. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him or your jaws from dropping. Every time he saw you in the mirror, he would smirk and stare deeper into your eyes while practicing his moves. Pied Piper being the song they were practicing did not make the situation any better. The song always made you feel weird. Every body roll made you lightheaded. He was clearly enjoying it too much, making sure that he was as close to you as the formation would allow.

The boys were preparing for their upcoming Festa in Japan and Pied Piper, a fan favorite, was on the tracklist. He asked you to come and monitor the practice when in reality, he just really likes to tease you. You still haven't answered him on whether or not you would come to Japan with him, it would be a public appearance and you didn't want consequences for him but he assured that there won't be any. He even bribed you with the fact that he'll be wearing suspenders and his hair will be black, your weaknesses.

The song ended and they were allowed a short break. Namjoon rushed to you as if there was a string attached to you two and he can't be a part for long. "Did you like what you see?" he asked, towering over you. You elbowed him in the stomach and his head fell down to your height. He didn't mind, he took the opportunity to kiss your cheek.

"Shut up. You know I did." you blushed. "I think you might kill your fans with those intense stares."

"Maybe I shouldn't do it then."

"No, no. I think you definitely should." you urged.

He chuckled. "But won't you get jealous? They'll be swooning over me." he said aristocratically. There was something in the way he said it that made you think he would be a really good prince.

"I don't think so. At the end of the day, I know your smile belongs to me and I'll be in your arms." you said. He quickly turned away to hide his blushing face but since there was a giant mirror in the room, you saw everything and laughed. He instantly felt embarrassed but you pulled his head back towards you and kissed him. His eyes widened for a second but then he relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You tasted salt from his sweat, but nothing mattered right now, not even the sound of the boys groaning from the other corner.

"Let's just get use to it," Taehyung sighed. "Jimin and Yoongi hyung will be like that eventually." At the mention of their names, the couple hid while visibly cuddling with each other. Just then, the door flung open. Adora scanned the room and locked eyes with you.

"You need to go to his office right now." You didn't wait for further instruction and ran, her tone indicated that it was an urgent matter that should be fixed instantly. She ran after you, and so did Namjoon. He sensed that you might need back up for whatever the situation is. And he was right.

The door wasn't closed and he saw the CEO's body stiffened and sat restlessly on the couch. There was also a look of annoyance etched on his face. The teacups remained untouched on the table separating the two parties. The woman with her curls and pearl necklace sat cross-legged like an antique statue while her cheating husband sat beside her, no affection could be found on either of their faces.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" you asked in full offense and as usual, they gave you a casual glance.

"Finally you're here. We've been waiting for a while and the tea isn't even that great." your mother said boredly. Bang P.D glared at her and mumbled something along the lines of how she should shove the tea up somewhere unpleasant. You sat down on the couch beside Bang P.D while Namjoon stood behind you both.

"What do you want? I'm very sure I made it obvious that I never want to see you again."

"Nonsense, you're our daughter. We'll always be in each other's lives." your father added. Namjoon made a noise in the back of disgust. Your thoughts exactly.

"Your daughter, huh? I must have forgotten that I was your daughter after you took my house from me and oh, sent men to kill me." you said bluntly.

"Don't be so dramatic," you mother said. "They didn't kill you."

"No. You did." you pointed out. "You killed your daughter so you have no reason to be here right now."

Your father sighed, "We're here to offer you something." His eyes showed nothing but malicious.

"What could I possibly want from you?" you asked exasperatedly.

"A second chance." you mother answered. Her shoulders came up as the words came out of her mouth and dropped lazily as if she doesn't have a care in the world. "A chance for you to get your house back and your title. Just come back with us and marry Jinyoung."

Namjoon's body froze and his eyes narrowed on the people in front of him, hatred exuded out of every cell of him. He loathed them for everything that they did to you and the audacity they have to ask you to come back. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you grabbed it, pressing it gently.

Then returning to your parents, you rolled your eyes and slammed your hand on the table, shaking the teacups and you saw that they flinched a little."In case you didn't know, because the hairspray is too dense for you to understand anything, I can no longer play because of what you did to me. And honestly, I'm fine with it. I'm fine with never playing again if it means you would be out of my life forever. I don't need you anymore, you no longer have anything against me."

"Really? You won't want your car or your house?" your mother challenged.

"Take my money away, I don't care. Take my title as heiress, I don't care." you yelled. "Those were never the things that made me happy. The cello did, but then it stopped because you ruined it for me. I'm actually happy now that I don't have to play it anymore because I've gained so much more. Real friends and people who loves me. You were never those."

"We can take those things away from you." They had expected you to be scared like before and crawl back to them, begging them for forgiveness. But you would never again.

"With what power? Your money?" you laughed. "Hate to break it to you but I have money to."

"How? We were in charge of your finances."

"Yeah but you were too busy with saving face to really care about financing." you explained. "For every show, I transferred 30% of the revenue into the school. They have enough to sustain for decades. I'm worth more than you ever thought. And you forget that when grandfather died, he left his will to me because he knew you two don't deserve it. So technically, everything you own is mine. But don't worry, I won't take it all away, I'm afraid you just won't be able to squeeze any more out of me."

Their faces drained of color, just like their dignities. "B-but how?" your mother asked.

"You've always underestimated me." you said coldly. "And now you will no longer get to do that. I hope you realize it's time to stop pretending to play saints when you do nothing but cause harm. Get out before I call security."

They scrambled out of the door, you heard heels clicking and the door slamming. You let out a sigh of relief and sank back into the couch. The two remaining men were speechless, but Namjoon placed his hands on your shoulders to help you calm down. For some reason, you actually didn't feel like crying. Now you were truly free.

Namjoon had a lot of questions, but he wouldn't bother you with them right now. "My girlfriend is so cool." he said. It made you smile. Even if that's the only thing he can do for you, Namjoon will be happy to do it for the rest of his life.