BTS ~ 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯 || Seven Deadly Sins || Mafia AU

thirty two.

Minji's pov.

As the day progressed, Taehyung's words stuck in my brain and I simply could not push them away. What was he talking about? In the end, I decided not to dwell on it any longer and I simply put it down to him trying to fuck with me. I had a feeling that wasn't the whole explanation, but that was a good enough answer for me at that moment in time. I just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about the place - about the boys - that was... different. Different from anything I'd sensed or experienced before. I just didn't know what it was. And, if it was as easy to find as a simple opening of the eyes, had I been unconscious this whole time?

My feet found themselves walking towards Namjoon's office. I felt that our interrupted conversation hadn't had a proper end. I knew I wasn't supposed to interrupt either him or Yoongi, especially without proper reasoning, but I was knocking on his office door before I could stop myself.

As I entered his office, there was a heavy smell of lavender. The sheer quantity of lit purple candles in the room caused the air to be foggy and grey. Namjoon was standing by the window, watching everybody train from above. "Minji," He acknowledged, without moving an inch. I moved closer to him. "That's me," I said sheepishly, all ability to configure proper sentences vanishing as Namjoon turned around. He had showered, obviously. His recently dyed blonde hair now stood a stunning pink. He was adorned in the white suit he had worn for the ball, which he had paired with a light blue tie. His black shoes were so polished that I could clearly see my reflection in them, which wasn't a very appealing one, compared to how dressed up he was.

"I- I don't know why I came in here, I'm sorry, I'm going to-"

"Stay. I'd enjoy your company. That is, if you don't mind," Namjoon interrupted softly. I looked at him with raised eyebrows, but I sat down in the plush red velvet chair in front of his desk. He smiled, going to sit at his chair, before pressing a little button on the side of his table that I hadn't noticed before. As if on cue, a butler entered his office, and Namjoon smiled. "Fetch two coffees, please," Namjoon said, and the butler nodded before leaving without a word.

"I know you said you aren't here for any particular reason, but I'm not buying it," Namjoon admitted. "What hath brought thou to my humble abode?" I smiled slightly at his question. "My feet," I replied sarcastically, and he just chuckled. "I thought you walked here on your hands. My mistake."

When we were comfortably seated with a cup of hot coffee in our hands, I sighed. Namjoon tilted his head. "What's up?" He asked, and I stared blankly at him. "Right, stupid question." I shook my head. "No, I just, I don't know. I just want things to be like they were before. There's always fear, but it's just at the stage where I can't hide it anymore," I admitted. Namjoon nodded. "Everything's scary, if you think about it. But, if you don't..." Namjoon trailed off. I smiled sadly at the man seated before me. Even all suited up and perfected, the image of the vulnerable man I spoke to earlier that day was still present. "You look good," I said, attempting to change the topic. Namjoon smiled a genuine smile at my compliment. "I'm not sure about the pink, it's not very boss-like..." "I think it's more boss-like than any hairstyle I've ever seen," I admitted, and it wasn't a lie. "A boss who isn't afraid to go pink is a boss who isn't afraid."

After a small while of staying in Namjoon's office the day was already getting dark, and the strong lavender smell caused me to become fatigued. The sleep I had lacked the night before caught up on me, and I fell asleep right there in the Boss' office.

How very professional of you, Minji.

Namjoon's pov.

It wasn't until I asked her a question and she didn't reply that I realized she had fallen asleep. I smiled at her sleeping figure before snapping myself out of whatever I had been thinking. I made my way out of my chair and over to her. I didn't know whether to leave her in the chair or take her to her bed, but I still had work to do and my office had to stay clear. Besides, if anyone was to come in, it would definitely have looked like I had poisoned her or something, with her hands still wrapped around the empty coffee mug. I gently removed the cup from her grasp before wrapping my arms around her and picking her up, carrying her bridal style. She was light, really light. Almost fragile. I wondered if she was eating well. She was skinny too, but I hadn't seen her skip meals often. In her sleep, she turned towards me, her nose brushing against my chest, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I had to remind myself that she was asleep, that she didn't know what she was doing.

That she didn't feel for me like that.

As I made my way though the building, I came across multiple of the soldiers, including Taehyung, who looked at me with confused eyes but dared not to speak. Good. I didn't know how I was to answer if they did.

I made it to her room, pushing the door open and placing her in the plush sheets of her bed. She automatically curled up in the comfort of them, pulling the heavy duvet up to her chin, eyes still closed softly. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the sight. I yawned as I saw how comfortable she was in the bed, and I was tempted to go to the comfort of my own, but I had duties to carry out, so I couldn't. Even still, I couldn't resist siting down on the bed beside her and taking a small rest in the quiet of the room. After a few moments, I knew I had to leave her side, despite not wanting to. Before I stood up, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, because if I didn't seize the opportunity then, I wasn't sure if I'd have another chance. Standing up, I walked myself out of her room, taking one last look at her sleeping figure before closing the door softly behind me.

And for some unknown reason, it felt like a goodbye.