Mrs. Sodol || KNJ✅

218 (S)

-Soyeon's POV-

Namjoon didn't let Seokjin go home. He was furious. He let him stay in my old room, the floor below the penthouse. Seokjin performed on himself, closing his wound in snitches and with Namjoon's help, wrapped it in a bandaid. I wanted to stay longer, but Jin really wanted and needed to be alone. And there are still people outside guarding his door like they did for me when I first got here.

Namjoon didn't leave again for the club and had Taehyung fill in for him again. He stayed with me tonight. The entire night. From going through the elevator, to the shower, and to bed. When I woke up the next morning, he was still there, ready to kiss me good morning.

I got ready with him and walked him outside to the car, James in the front seat ready to take him to work. He held my face in his hands and kissed me goodbye, promising to be home early tonight.

I had room service bring Seokjin's breakfast. One could say he was better this morning, others could say that his initial fear had transitioned into anger. But he didn't put that out on me, but you could still see it in his face.

Seokjin: I appreciate this, but you didn't have to.

Me: Yes we did. You could've-

Seokjin: I know. But I didn't.

Me: That doesn't mean anything. It's still painful.

Seokjin: Robin?

Me: Yeah?

Seokjin: I'm ok. I promise. I'm ok because I know you and Boss won't let them get away.

Me: We won't.

Seokjin: Then I have nothing to worry about.

He took his last bite of food and set it on the tray, pulling a jacket over himself. He didn't touch me, but nodded instead. With him gone, I went back up to the penthouse and stayed in there the whole day.

But staying inside can make a girl go bored. I started texting Namjoon, his responses were irregular, I expected that. But what's wrong with a little spice? Some motivation to get work done and leave Elite?

I took my phone and at first, my pictures were subtle. Just my shoulder and my neck and my lips. He texted me, telling me that he was working. I ignored him and things progressively got more explicit.

-3rd Person-

Soyeon underestimated how much trouble she was in. Namjoon was ready to match her energy. He got off the elevator and grabbed her off the couch, taking her right up to their room where he pulled her into his lap on the bed. 

Soyeon: *giggling* What's wrong? 

Namjoon: You know what you did. 

She held his face and kissed him with haste, biting his lip and tugging on his hair, feeling how heavy his breath was getting. One arm wrapped around her and held her still while the other hand grabbed and gripped her hair. 

Soyeon: What are you going to do about it? 

Namjoon: *quietly* I'll show you once you give me your safe word. 

Soyeon: *softly* Red. 

Namjoon: Red? 

Soyeon: Mhm hm. 

He lifted her up and brought her to the back of the bed, laying her down in the pillows. Namjoon reached into the nightstand and pulled out two cuffs and reached up to the head board and pulled around two chains that Soyeon never realized were there before.