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You were a die hard fan of romantic-out-of-the-movies guys and you’ve always wanted a boyfriend who was both handsome and sweet. But your past boyfriends were far from romantic, they were just sweet to you for a couple of weeks and after that it was as if nothing special happened. that’s why no one ever lasted with you because of your high standards. Your friends always make fun of you because of it. It’s not really hard to be too lazy to put effort in your relationship. You’ve even tried blind dates too but none of the guys you’ve met got your attention, they were all the same, boring with no attitude at all. 

“Hey..” You said, finding Jimin still waiting for you. 

Jimin looked up at you from the floor he was sitting at. You were supposed to meet him an hour ago for your workshop presentation. “You’re late. Again.” He wagged a finger at you before returning to what he was doing which was listning to music. 

“Uh,yeah...about that.” You grinned sheepishly, “My friend set me up with another boring date again. You received my text right?” 

“Yeah, I read it. So you went on a date again...” Jimin said, “That’s kinda tiring...on the guy’s part.” You made a face at him. Yes, Jimin, never missed out on an opportunity to annoy you. You hate him so much because your friends were all crazy for him and they insist that you two look good together like together as boyfriend and girlfriend. 

“The more you hate, the more you love” was what they teased you with. Although Jimin, wasn’t so bad for a guy. He’s fairly cute and good looking. You had a history with him together with your workshop instructor because the first time you two met, you can’t seem to get along with each other. You were both on each other’s back, always arguing every chance you get but now you were buddies with just a little bit of fighting left at times. 

“You didn’t cruch the poor guy’s heard, did you?” He showed you that crooked smile again. 

“No. I did not.” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Oh pssh! We all know you did.” He sent you that lok used to get really annoyed with but not anymore. 

“Shut up.” You dropped your bags on the floor and slumped next to Jimin, you supposedly dance partner in your workshop class. “What are you doing?” you asked, craning your neck to see what he was listning to. 

“Y’m picking a good song for our dance.” He replied, turning his head to you, making you faces just an inch apart from each other. you both froze, looking into each other’s eyes, his face turned red and he quickly turned away, you heard him mutter somthing under his breath but you were still dazed to ask him what it was. 

Did he just blush or was it just you, imagining things?

“So..” He hurriedly stood up and streched a bit before facing you. He avoided your eyes,

“Let’s start. I have the perfect song right here.” 

He pluggled his phone to a speaker and you both listened to it. You teacher gave every pair a kind of situation to express in your dance and you two got the theme, boy in love.

You weren’t really a good dancer but you weren’t bad either. You just know hot to move your body with the rhythm the music gave you. Unlike you, Jimin was an expert dancer. He was his own rhythm. When he dances, it’s like his body already anticipates his every move, his feet knows just where to step and his hands fly to where they’re supposed to be. Smooth and confident, that was Jimin. You were really glad he agreed to be your partner. You and Jimin worked together for the steps and ended up staying at the practice room longer than you expected but it was okay. You were having fun. You enjoyed being here compared to those boring dates you’ve been to all day. 

“And one two...three four...five six...seven and.. eight!” He counted as the two of you danced along to the song. “You got it now?” 

“Yeah... I think.” you said. 

“Let’s try it again from the top.” he turned back to the mirror.

“Wait. Ten seconds.” You panted. Jimn nodded, giving you permission to have a water break. you grabbed your towel and hurriedly patted your face afterwards before returning to Jimin’s side.

“Ready?” He looked at you, strands of his hair sticking to his face. 

He was hot. Definitely hot. 

“Y-yeah.” you awkwardly answered. turning away from him and facing the mirroe. You could see him watching you and you wondered what he was thinking in that brain of his. 

“5,6,7,8! You’re beautiful~ stand on your heels, blow a kiss slide and point.” he sang while instructing. 

“Ddo sangsangeul hae~Now hold onto me, like we’re dancing to waltz.” He instructed on, you hesitated for a second so he took initiative, placing his hand at the small of you back and pulled your closer. 

“And turn.” he swept you off your feet like you were cinderella dancing with you prince. 

“You’ll be with me~ with me~” 

With the last turn, he stopped, your hands still holding his and his other hand still securing you close to him as he catches his breath. You were lost in a daze, captured bu his stare. his shoulders were firm under your touch, your chest rise and fall in sync with his. 

So this is how it feels to be swept off your feet...

No one’s ever done this to you before nor make you feel like there arer fireworks in your chest but this was just a dance practice right? You tried convincing youself- Why am I getting so attached? 

“What?” Jimin let you go. He was red in the face but you weren’t sure if it was because of you or beacuse he was sweating so much, “You inlove with me now?” He tried to joke. 

“I think so..yes.” You jump in his arms. Not able to control your feelings anymore, you wrapped your arms around his neck, connecting to him with a kiss. His hands went around you adn pressed you tighter to him as you allow his lips to dance with yours. “I like you, Jimin.” 

“Damn it, Y/N! Why do you always mess me up?” he whined cutely, “I like you too.” 

You smiled, his forehead pressed to yours. “I like you so much.” Jimin found your lips again, trying to get you used to him kissing you. “Will you just relax? Let me.” 

Kiss.

“Take.”

Kiss

“Over.”

Kiss

“You’re body.” He smiled between kisses, reaching for your hand, he held it up to his chest, “Don’t go to those stupid dates anymore. I’ll seriously punich you if you come late again.” 

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“Makes twelve copies of this.” You instructed the poor intern, handing her the project proposal for the meeting later. “I need that by 4pm this afternoon. That’s all. You may leave.”

She nodded with the proposal in her hands and then left your office. You are the edit-in-chief of a famous magazine. Every day is a shitty day for you at work, lots of paper works stacked on your table and on days when you have your period, it’s like every day seems to annoy you. Your known as the Ice Queen in the office, the interns feared you and the people working with you are all intimidated by you which just justifies how efficient you are in you line of work.

You and Namjoon go way back even before he became famous. He came first before you even got your position in your current workplace, before you were known to be the Ice Queen. A few months ago, you were dating secretly until he decided that he wants to go public with you. He told you that he talked about it with his label company and they said it was fine so there’s nothing stopping him.

Anybody who is a somebody knew who BTS are. By now, it’s like common sense to know the popular male idol group, having gotten their name on Billboard charts and receiving all kinds of awards both locally and internationally. They’re considered to be sensational according to one interview they had recently, which brings you to be the topic of the grape vine.

Everyone envied you, especially now, that the news of your relationship with BTS’ Kim Namjoon spread around the office but you didn’t care. Since it didn’t affect your work and tour reputation. Actually, even until now, not one of them could ask you personally if it was true or not.

You got a call from him today, saying that he wants to brag lunch with you. You sent him a message, saying you’ll meet him up outside the office to avoid the public attention.

“This is good.” You scanned a folder of another project you’re working on. “We can use this.”

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n, someone’s here for you.” Said your assistant. “He said he made an appointment with you?”

You looked over her shoulder and found your boyfriend waving at you by the door. He was always stylish even with a simple black shirt and pants. That’s to be expected from an idol. He smiles at you then at your assistant as she asked him to take a seat.

“Finalize this and submit it to me tomorrow.” You finished instructed your stuff before sending him away. “Oh and I want more details rather than figures on the background.”

Namjoon took the liberty to sit at the chair in front of your desk when you were alone in your office, “I brought lunch.”

“I thought we were going out?” You asked, setting aside some of the papers you were working on a while ago.

“I figured you’d want to stay in your office.” He said, offering you the food he brought. “Those poor kids. You were totally terrorizing those interns earlier, weren’t you?” he joked.

“No, I didn’t.” unconsciously, you were smiling. He was the only one who can make you smile in an instant. You locked the office door and closed the blinds cause everyone had their noses stuck on your window, trying to see your boyfriend as much as possible.

“Can I come over tonight?” he handed you your favorite drink, Milk tea, making you smile at the simple gesture.

“Are you buying your way into my apartment with this?” you referred to your drink.

“Not exactly but I was hoping that it will help me.” He grinned, having a bite of this sandwich.

“But I have a company dinner tonight…” you pouted, Namjoon adores your aegyo.  

“I can wait up for you.” He insisted. You looked up at him, sipping on your milktea, “But aren’t you busy?”

“Nope. We just finished the tour and out manager said I can have my day off tomorrow.” He said, taking another bite. “Plus we have to talk about you moving in with me. I found the perfect studio type apartment for us. We can visit the place tomorrow. That do you think?”

“Okay. Sounds like a well thought of plan.” You flashed him a petite smile. “You have sauce on your lips.”

“Where?” Namjoon took a tissue but missed it.

You grabbed his hand, bending over the table and wiped it off his face, at the same time; you took your chance to kiss him. “I got it off for you.”

“Aren’t you aggressive today?” he licked his lips as he crumpled the sandwich wrapper and threw it in the trash can, “That’s not good for you.”

You played along with a grin, “We’ll see about that later.”

“Y/n?” Namjoon dropped the smile as he held your gaze.

“What? Why do you have that look on your face?” you chuckled.

“I’ve been thinking lately…about us. We’ve been dating for four years now, don’t you want to settle down?” he said and you didn’t know what to say. It was so unexpected of him to think of things like marriage since he has a career going on.

“Marriage? Why this all of a sudden?” you tried to break the ice with a weak chuckle.

“You don’t want to?” he added, you saw in his eyes how much he wanted this but he considered your feelings before anything else, “It’s okay if you say no. I’m not proposing or anything.”

“No, I want to but-“Before you can even finish your sentence, a knock came on your door. Setting aside the topic at hand, you cleared your throat and spoke, “Come in.”

“I’m sorry to barge in like this.” You assistant abruptly opened the door. “I have a message from the higher ups.”

“Oh, it’s okay. You can get to work. At all cost, don’t mind me.” Namjoon smiled at her and you got kinda jealous but you didn’t let it show. It was obvious your assistant developed a small crush on your boyfriend from the way she shyly smiled back.

“Do you have something important to say?” you returned to being the heartless Queen again.

“Um, yes. Actually, they called for an emergency meeting. It will start in 20 mins.” She reported  and placed some folders on your table, “Here are the contents for the meeting.”

“Okay, thank you. You can leave.” You cleaned up your desk and organized the folders on your table.

“Be a little nicer, will you? She was so scared of you.” Namjoon chuckled as soon as your assistant left. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him, “Why do you put up front like that? You can act a bit friendlier you know.”

“This is fine. I’m setting a boundary between my work and my personal life.” You reasoned.

“I just wish you’d let your defenses down a little. I can see that this is stressing you out. you should have fun and meet new friends…” Namjoon gave you a warm embrace before he kissed you on the forehead.

“I don’t need new friends. I have you.” You said against his chest as you wrapped your arms behind his back.

He tipped your head up gently with his hand and you meet his eyes. Namjoon kissed your lips briefly and smiled as he pulled again, “I’ll see you at your place?”

You nodded and kissed him again. “I’ll see you there.”

“I’m going now. Be nicer, okay?” he said before heading out the door and then he mouthed to you the words that made you smile even warmer, “I love you.”

…

The company dinner took longer than you expected. A surprise guest, who was the owner of a famous clothing line, came. She was a friend of your boss so when she asked you to accompany her guest, you couldn’t simply refuse even though you knew Namjoon was waiting for you at home. You sighed and just went with it, telling Namjoon through a text message that you will get home later than you anticipated.

After showing the guest around, introducing her to some of the important people around and engaging in small business chats, you decided to sit back and just wait for the time to pass. One glass, two glass until it became a dozen. You didn’t realize you’ve drunk all of it until you stood up and saw the floor moving.

The powder room looked too impossible for you to walk since you started feeling dizzy under the influence of alcohol. How are you going to get home, you thought. You wobbled unsteadily when you tried to stand and almost fell face flat on the floor.

“Drinking was never one of the things you’re good at.” You looked up at the man who caught your waist, planning to thank him until you saw who he was. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other and I, honestly did not imagine I’ll see you in a place like this, completely drunk.”

“Leo.” You grunted.

He was your ex-boyfriend. The one who you were head over heels for before you met Namjoon. He caused you the worst heartbreak because you sincerely loved him to the point of wanting to have a future with him until you found out that you were only the subject of a bet he had with his idiotic friends. “Let go. Why are you even here?”

“Don’t tell me you’re still hung up about the past?” Leo had an annoying smug look on his face, making you want to punch him senseless until he can’t stand anymore. “You’re drunk. Let me drive you home. Where do you live?”

“I’m not telling you where I live, you psycho.” You stubbornly answered, “Never in a million years.”

“I forgot that you literally become a child when you’re drunk. Cute.” He smiled as he ushered you put and into the parking lot. Damn, he’s as attractive as he was back then.

“Don’t you dare flirt with me! I have a boyfriend!” you warned.

“Oh really?” he laughed at you.

“Yes and I’m going to call him right now.” You tried to steady yourself on your own feet as you searched for your phone but you couldn’t find it in your purse. “Shit.”

“What? You remembered that you’re single?” he mocked you again. You would’ve slapped him if you weren’t too drunk to control your arm. You can’t even aim well.

“No, moron.” You emphasized on the word moron, “I left my phone in the powder room. I’ll go and get it-“

You were about to go and find your phone when he grabbed your arms to stop you, “Just tell me where your freaking house is. You’re tired and drunk so let me drive you home.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you where I live BUT!” even though you can barely speak straight, you still tried to warn him, “Don’t try anything with me if ever I pass out or something, got it?”

“I doubt that you really have boyfriend.” Leo opened the door and cocked his head gesturing that you should get in the car.

“You’re so full of yourself you know that?” you snapped back at him, “I have a boyfriend and he’s waiting for me at home.”

He chuckled, “You haven’t changed a bit, Y/n.”

….

“Hey….hey, Y/n, we’re at your house.” You felt a hand on your cheek. You held it closer to your face, mistaken Leo for Namjoon.

“Namjoon, kiss me.” You whined as you pull him down on you.

Leo sighed and kissed you right then and there. Not too long into the kiss, you realized that he’s not your boyfriend. You pushed him back hard, sending him back to his seat.

“What- Why did you do that?” he was surprised and you were too.

“I told you I have a boyfriend!” you said, “I can’t believe I kissed you!”

“What? You weren’t joking?” he said, confusion all over his face.

“I clearly wasn’t, you pervert! Why did you think I was joking?” you replied angrily then you grabbed your pursed and got out of his car.

Worried that he would chase after you, you hurriedly walked inside your building and only slowed down when you secured yourself inside the elevator. While waiting for the elevator to stop on your floor, you held yourself up by holding onto the rails made for disabled people, wishing your head would stop spinning.

“Namjoon?” the light were on inside your apartment, you began calling out your boyfriend’s name.

“I’m in here.” You heard him behind you, sitting on the table. “You didn’t call.”

You knew he was angry at you. You made your way to him, “I’m sorry baby. I lost my phone at the party that’s way i-“

“You should’ve tried calling me instead of riding in that asshole’s car!” Namjoon raised his voice at you. “Why did you kiss him? Why would you do this to me after all these years?”

“You saw us?” you didn’t know how to explain to him.

“You still love him, don’t you?” his frown broke your heart, “Is that the reason why you don’t want to settle down with me?”

“No, baby. It’s not like that.” You touched the side of his face softly, pulling him in to connect your forehead together. “I don’t love him. I love you. I was drunk and fell asleep while he drove me home. When I woke up, I thought he was you… so I kissed him but it didn’t mean anything.”

“Please believe me.” You slide your hands down the side of his neck and around his torso as you molded your body against him. You closed your eyes and felt all his tensed muscle under his clothes as you embraced him, “Why would I want to come back to him when I have you? I’m sorry if I let my guard down earlier. Sorry if I let you have these thoughts about us. I love you and I want to be with you but please let me take my time.”

“Let’s take our time together..” Namjoon’s hands felt warm as they snake around you lower back. You stayed in is arms for a little while longer, wanting to feel more of him.

You broke the hug and looked up at his face before you took his hand and linked his fingers with yours, “You don’t need to rush cause I’m not going anywhere without you.”

A loving smile came upon his face and he slowly leaned down to take your lips against his, moving so perfectly with your own as you let your hands rest on his chest.

“Me too.” You opened your eyes when he whispered against your mouth. You looked into his eyes and saw how deeply he loved you.

Namjoon tucked your hair behind your ear. “Trust that I’m not going anywhere without you by my side too, Y/n.”