Bulletproof | A BTS Gang AU

10: Stigma

I took the clothes Taehyung brought and walked to Namjoon's office to change. The clothes were a little more revealing than what I wanted to wear, but I was getting used to Taehyung's taste. The tight, black velvet leggings were comfortable and though the lace bodysuit was revealing, he'd included a cropped leather jacket so I could cover up, which I was grateful for. And thankfully, the heels he brought were much more comfortable that the ones I'd had to wear the night before. After I dressed, I went to the bathroom to put on the makeup he'd brought and splash some water and product on my hair to bring out the natural waves, then pulled it up into a high ponytail to keep it off my neck when the club got hot with all the sweaty bodies. When I walked back in Namjoon's office to finish the paperwork, he was back in his chair. He looked up and dropped his hand on the desk, leaning back in his seat and looking at me from head to toe.

"Is that what Tae picked out for you?"

"Yes, sir." I tried not to smirk as I said it, but I enjoyed the effect it seemed to have on Namjoon. His eyes dropped a little as his tongue swiped across his lips. He put the end of his pen in his mouth, chewing on the tip. "Do you like it?" I did a slow turn to let him see everything.

He didn't say anything right away. When I quirked my eyebrow, he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. "Yeah -- yes, it looks good. You'll play your part quite well."

I couldn't say why, but seeing the hooded look to Namjoon's eyes made me want to play with him a little. I walked over to his desk and sat down on the edge. He slid back in his chair a little to make room for me. "I don't know. I'm trying to decide if I should wear the jacket or not. What do you think?" I let the leather slide off my shoulders and sat it down beside me. Namjoon didn't take his eyes off mine.

"You look better without it, but I think you should keep it on."

"Why is that," I asked in a sweet voice, letting a little of my own lust fill my eyes.

Namjoon reached out and ran his hands over my soft, tight pants. "Because I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I am right now."

I leaned forward, placing my knee on the edge of Namjoon's seat between his legs while bracing my hands on his shoulders. My ponytail fell down in his face. "And what way is that?"

"You know what you're doing, Morgan. The question is, how far do you want to take this game?"

His hands slid up my hips as I brought my face down to his. "I'm not sure," I whispered as I started to close the distance between us.

"Don't start something you aren't interested in finishing, kitten."

"Yes, sir." I felt him harden against my knee. A half second before our lips touched, though, a hard knock on his office door had me straightening like a rod. I jerked around just as Hobi stepped inside the office.

"Joon? Oh," he stopped, giving us a knowing grin. "Am I interrupting?"

I grabbed my jacket and hurried away from the desk, taking my spot in the floor with my sea of papers. "Nope. I was just asking Namjoon if he thought my outfit was appropriate for tonight."

Hobi looked down at me without losing his grin. "I think if you wear that, we won't even have to pull out our guns for there to be a body count."

I smiled down at the papers around me, embarrassed by his comment. I wasn't used to people wanting me. Especially men as rich and handsome as these.

"Can I do something for you, Hobi, or are you just going to stare down at Morgan all night?"

Hobi held up his hand, "not all night, but give me another second."