When Viv moves to South Korea to work on one of the most popular social media teams, she expects the difficulties that come with being a part of Bangtan: her own performance anxiety, how stupid those brats are, and even how endearing they are, too. What she doesn't expect is Kim Namjoon. Equally sweet and intoxicating, ingenious and oblivious, safe and disastrous. * "So I heard you put a sweater on me last night." I gestured to his clothing that I was still wearing and tried to hide the teasing smile on my face. A gentle blush started in his cheeks. "I didn't want you to be cold after I helped you into bed." I raised an eyebrow. "You could've stayed in bed with me to make sure of that." With a comment like that, I was expecting a variety of responses, but all within a certain range: redder cheeks, some stuttering, a frenzied response that avoided all eye contact, or maybe even a blunt disapproval of suggesting such an action. Instead, Namjoon decided to beat me at my own game, and said: "Next time."