BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Broken elevator (Knj) {Exhibitionism/smut}

You've been working with Bighit for nearly a year, hired on as a stylist. You enjoyed your job, it paid well, and you've grown to love the boys. They typically hire woman older than the boys, but they told you that you had "potential they couldn't let go."

So, you moved to South Korea, and things went from there.

The boys just finished a concert, and you were all headed back to the studio. The boys along with the rest of the staff took one elevator up to the dressing room, but their wasn't enough room for you and Namjoon, so you both had no choice but to take a seperate elevator.

Alone.

Once in, you found yourself in an awkward situation, shifting on your feet uncomfortably as you rode in silence. You looked up at the screen only notice to you were on the third floor. Six more to go. You let out a sigh and briefly looked over at Namjoon, taking in his features.

There's no denying, you've had the biggest crush on him ever since you've started. He's always so thoughtful, and sweet. The way he reads has a philosophical taste to it, and you just couldn't stop from staring sometimes. You finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"T-the suit looks nice on you, Namjoon." He smiled down at you, deep dimples filling his cheeks before he spoke.

"Thank you."

And suddenly.

The elevator stopped.

Namjoon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before pulling out his cell phone and calling Yoongi. You couldn't hear Yoongi's line, but only Namjoons as he spoke.

"Yeah, the elevator stopped.... Yeah, I'm fine... No, she's here with me.... An hour??" Namjoon glanced over at me before continuing to speak. "Yeah, I think we'll be just fine... Alright, talk to you later, Hyung."

He pressed the "end call" button on his phone and sighed, stuffing it back into his pocket.

"Maintenance. Didn't know we would be back so soon and cut the power to the elevators while working on a couple things. " I nodded my head slowly in understanding before leaning down to unstrap my heels.

"Well, I'm not wearing these pieces of crap the rest of the night. It was painful enough earlier."

Namjoon laughed, watching me struggle with the strings before kneeling down in front of me and moving my hands away gently.

"Let me." A blush crept up your cheeks and you smiled softly, chills running down your spine as his warm fingers touched your skin and untied your heels with ease. But soon, his fingers traveled up further, holding your thigh in his hand gently as his lips trailed up your calf slowly.

You froze. You gripped onto the hem of your dress as you struggled to speak.

"S-sir, I don't think this is very appropriate-"

"I've noticed how you look at me. I've looked at you the same, all these months." You let out a shutter, watching as he stood up in front of you and his hands traveled further up your waist, hooking into your pantyline as his dark eyes stared into your eye.

"So shy, and cute. You always know how to keep to yourself, yet the way you talk is so-... Tempting."

His hand traveled to the back of your neck, gripping softly as his face drew closer and closer to yours. Your heart rate began to quicken and you licked your lips, looking back and forth between his and his eyes until he was so close his nose touched yours.

"I'm going to fuck you stupid."

He slammed his mouth into yours, and that's when you begun a heated battle with your lips. His mouth devoured yours with such force, flicking his tongue across your lips to ask for entry, that you denied. But he didn't care and forced his way in anyways. His tongue caressed over your own, smoothing along the inside of your cheeks and underneath your tongue.