𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

namjoon *

GOLD NOTE

- a jazz singer x club owner!au featuring joonie, as requested by me! smut warning, oops!

The Gold Note; a prestigious little club on the corner Chungmuro and home to some of the finest jazz singers the 1920s have come to know. The owner, Kim Namjoon, prides himself on the money making business and has no trouble in showing it off, preferably through his rich sense of fashion. You, of course, should know this better than anyone. After all, you are the main reason why the people of Seoul beg to be let in, practically throwing their wallets at the doors for so much as a glimpse of you.

Here's where there is a difference between you and Namjoon. He bathes in the glory and fame while you prefer to hide in his shadow, quietly taking the praise.

"Ah, Y/N! My favourite singer! You ready for tonight's show?" Namjoon announces the minute you emerge from your dressing room in search of something to eat. With a timid nod, you head behind the counter, opening cupboard doors in slight annoyance. He chuckles silently to himself, elegantly positioning himself behind you with a coy smirk.

"Need some help there, darlin'?" He asks, purposely letting his voice dip into a husky growl, his lips dangerously close to your neck. You lick your lips, closing your eyes as you try to ignore the feeling of Namjoon's warm breath hitting your neck.

"I think I'm okay, sir, thank you," you mumble, ducking under his arm as you opt for just waiting until dinner. He turns to watch you retreat back to your dressing room, acting surprised when you turn to look at him with a look of warning.

"And watch it. We'll be streeted if we're caught dallying around like that," you scold quietly, blowing him a quick kiss when he pouts endearingly at you. He waves you off, pretending to look through the tills as you casually return to your dressing room, face as red as anything.

A scandalous bit of news, is it not? Seoul's hottest jazz singer fondling around with her boss behind the scenes! They'd be a little late though, your relationship with Namjoon dating back to just a few months after the club opened, the two of you somehow managing to sneak off during busy nights and declare your love for each other in various empty rooms throughout the club.

Your cheeks heat up at the reminder, your legs squeezing themselves together as you bite at your bottom lip, removing him from your mind so you can concentrate solely on your performance.

*

You stick your head out from behind the curtain, finding it to be quite exhilarating as you scan over the large audience. You run over the song in your head, mindlessly smoothing down your outfit for tonight's performance, the dress specially picked by Namjoon himself. It's a long, black dress that hugs your body so tightly that it outlines curves you didn't even know you had. He claimed that the dress would be one that'd put all eyes on you, making the performance one to remember.

However, later that day, when it was only the two of you, he let you know that the dress was chosen for the simple reason of it being an easy material to rip off your body.

Shaking your head in mortification, you glance back out at the crowd, your eyes immediately drawn to Namjoon as he walks down the middle, smiling gratefully at the applause that follows him. He wears a black suit that was obviously tailored to fit him perfectly. His legs are long and his skin is golden, those lips of his perfectly plump. His hair is a soft shade of blonde, his hands reaching up to mess up the locks before lowering to adjust his bow tie, finally resting by his side as he approaches the stage.