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part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven

You didn’t exactly plan on dating someone you work for. But, now that it is happening, all you can do is keep it between the two of you – no matter how hard that ends up being.

≽ pairing: namjoon x reader ≽ genre: secret relationship au, fluff, some angst I GUESS ≽ warnings: none ≽ word count: 3k

a/n: hewwooo, I hope you’re doing well!♥♥♥ I’ve just been screeching over tae’s new song so fjksddfjkl ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this fic!! It’s already the second to last part, time flies :’)

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“You told her?” Namjoon repeats with wide eyes, parted lips. His words are loud, louder than you expected – your gaze flickers to Seokjin and Yoongi walking just in front of you, your other colleagues making their way down the narrow corridor alongside you. There’s too much noise for them to be able to hear his words, however, and you’re relieved to be heading closer and closer to the loud, booming music that’s playing on the stage you’re approaching – it sure would’ve been incredibly interesting if they heard your conversation. “Voluntarily?”

You heave a sigh, running a hand through your hair as you fix your eyes ahead of you, trying not to look too nervous. “I did,” you reply, briefly lifting your eyes to his. He’s fumbling with the sleeves of his jacket, pulling them straight before dropping his hands down to his sides, then doing it again. “But she’s known since last night and she hasn’t let anything on,” you add in a whisper, eyes flickering to a security guard who is walking particularly close to you – she seems to be busy with other things.

“How do we know she won’t slip up in the future, though?” he insists, shaking his head. You look up at him once more, noticing the faint outlines of his under-eye bags underneath his makeup. The corners of his lips are turned down, he’s frowning, his shoulders are slumping – he’s just as tired as you are.

But you know asking about it won’t help, especially not minutes before a performance. The both of you can only take solace in the fact that today is the last day of this damn work trip.

“We don’t,” you simply reply instead, shaking your head. You turn a corner and end up in the wings of the music show’s stage. It’s dark and you have to blink to adjust to the low lighting, though you don’t lose sight of Namjoon. “But I trust her.”

He heaves a sigh as he comes to a stop, turning to let you pat a last layer of powder on his face even though you already did that back in the dressing room. His eyes are averted, focused on something behind you, and his eyebrows furrowed, his lips sealed – you know he’s just thinking, but you still feel the need to explain yourself. To tell him why you’re taking this risk.

“I just –” You pause to let out a sigh, unsure if your words will reassure him at this point. “Haven’t you talked about it with Yoongi? Or Jimin, or Hoseok?”

His eyes flicker back to you and he tilts his head, his frown deepening. “Sometimes,” he replies slowly, blinking at you. A loud bass starts to boom in your ears and he has to raise his voice to make himself heard – at least you can be assured that the noise makes it impossible for his words to travel much further than two steps. “But I don’t see how that has anything to do with –”

“It feels nice, right?” you interject, your sponge patting his cheek one too many times. You keep your eyes on it nevertheless, eyebrows furrowed subtly, hoping anyone else would assume it’s simply a concentrated frown. “Talking about it with your friends? With people other than me?”

Namjoon hesitates for a second, blinking at you. You tear your eyes away from the sponge to look up at him instead, chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond.

Finally, he slowly nods – he still looks wary, his subtle frown looking almost curious.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek and let a sigh escape your lips, tilting your head. “I didn’t– I couldn’t have that with anyone.”

His confusion melts away almost instantly, his frown softening. Someone brushes past you, accidentally elbowing you in the side, but you quickly regain your balance, lowering the sponge to simply fiddle with it. “And don’t get me wrong, I love talking to you and spending time with you and all that, but… it was really getting difficult, not to be able to freely talk about us with her,” you add with a soft sigh, looking back up at him. “It felt kinda lonely sometimes.”

He sighs, nodding slowly as you lower your eyes once more. “Sorry, I should’ve known,” he mutters. The music cuts out, there’s loud cheering that follows. Someone shouts a vague sentence from a few feet away – they’re almost up.

“It’s fine,” you reply, lifting your head to send him a smile. A staff member comes up behind him to check his mic and you clear your throat, taking a step back.

“I’ll make it up to you when we’re back home.” His hand moves up to reach out – his eyes flicker to the staff member still messing with his microphone and he changes his mind, scratching the back of his neck instead. “And I really am sorry,” he adds, sending you a small, hopeful smile.

You return the sentiment, nodding at him rather than shouting the reply. His smile widens nevertheless and he soon lets himself be ushered off, joining the others to take his position on the stage. You step back to free up the path for the background dancers, and you look down at your feet as you let out a slow breath – it might not have been the best moment ever to break the news to him, but you’re glad you’ve gotten it over with.

“How did he take it?”

Your head jolts up once more and you look aside to see Yari come to a stop next to you, leaning against the wall behind you. “Pretty well, I guess,” you reply, heaving a sigh as a deep bass starts to drum through you, the members’ voices ringing in your ears, the audience’s screams almost deafening.

You both ignore it, however, and Yari simply beams at you. “That’s great, right?”

A smile curls at your lips and you nod – her cheerfulness is contagious. “Yeah, so get ready for me to kick you out of the apartment in the middle of the night,” you shoot back, raising an eyebrow at her

She scoffs, elbowing you in the side. “I’m not gonna go on a midnight walk just because you wanna do it at our place,” she shoots back, smirking at you. You purse your lips, laughing into your hand as you elbow her side, feeling your cheeks flush. “Don’t worry, I’ll just cover my ears.”

You’d think that you’d want to get some sleep after a work trip like the one you had. You’d think, indeed. But only a day later, Namjoon texts you out of your apartment for a ‘surprise date’ and you somehow end up walking around in your sweats in the outskirts of the city in the middle of the night. Yes, you have work again in the morning, and yes, you are both wasting precious hours of sleep, but you were still awake anyway. Might as well make the most of it.

Gravel crunches underneath your sneakers as you slowly walk through a deserted park, stretching your legs after sitting in the back row of an empty movie theatre for almost two hours. The tree branches intertwine up above you to form a canopy of leaves, letting through only small stripes of moonlight here and there. Nevertheless, the street lanterns that line the path illuminate your surroundings just enough so you don’t trip over anything.

“So then I just kind of hit my head on the keyboard and came up with the melody that way,” Namjoon finishes, bright chuckles spilling from his lips.

You’re covering your mouth with the milkshake in your hand as you laugh, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth as you walk. “See, that’s how you know you’re a real pro,” you say, barely holding back more laughter as you sip through the straw. “Once you make a song through that method, you can just pretty much do anything.”

Namjoon laughs, eyes flickering up to the leaves above your head, to the stars visible in the gaps between them. “If only.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, taking another sip of milkshake. “You sound like you’re at your wits’ end,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

He laughs and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “What, you wouldn’t want to be able to do everything?”

With a grin, you shrug. “Of course I would,” you reply, swishing your milkshake around in your cup as he takes a sip from his own drink. “I’d learn all the languages in the world and do fun things and get all the sleep I wanted, and spend way more time with you, all the while keeping up with this job.”

He chuckles, falling silent for a moment. A lone car drives past the trees that line the outside of the park, its engine fading away as quickly as it started. “Yeah, sounds pretty cool,” he says softly, his grip around your hand growing just a little tighter.

“So what would you do?” you ask, glancing up at him as you turn around a bend and the exit of the park comes into sight. The streets beyond it are already visible and you have to suppress a disappointed sigh, realising it’s almost time to go home.

He looks aside at you and grins. “Well, first thing would be to be your boyfriend anywhere I like,” he starts, tilting his head at you. Moonlight breaks through the canopy of leaves up above you and shimmers in his eyes – you let out a short breath, feeling your heart skip a beat and a smile teasing over your lips. “And secondly, it would be to just know the whole choreo after one run-through.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Way too obvious,” you decide. “Everyone would figure out your secret like that,” you add, raising your hand to snap your fingers and realising you’re holding a cup, so you simply take a sip to mask it.

“Who says I’d keep it a secret?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow at you as he takes the straw of his drink between his lips and sucks it.

With a laugh, you shrug, continuing to put one foot in front of the other and making the gravel underneath your soles crunch. “Yeah, I guess it’s better to just get it out right away. We’re not the best at keeping secrets in any case, so…”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I’m –” he starts, though he quickly interrupts himself and hums thoughtfully, taking another sip of his milkshake. “Right, I guess so,” he says after a moment of silence, though he’s smiling as he speaks. “At least we’re bad at keeping secrets together.”

You can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles in your throat as you exit the park, leaving the peace and quiet behind to walk over to your car. “No comment,” you simply tell him, at which he snorts.

“Hmmm, of course,” he says, loudly slurping the last of his milkshake out of his cup and making you laugh once more.

You come to a reluctant stop at your car, letting go of Namjoon’s hand to dig your car keys out of your pocket. You stare down at them as your fingers start to fidget – you’d rather put them right back into your pocket, grab Namjoon’s hand and pull him back into the park for another walk, though you know you’re already way past the time you said you’d go home and –

“You know, if I could do anything,” Namjoon starts softly, making you jolt out of your thoughts as he takes a step closer. Your head snaps up to look at him – your nose almost brushes his chin, your eyes wide in surprise. “I’d make this night last a lot longer,” he adds, smiling at you as he gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

His eyes are still twinkling even in these dull yellow street lanterns, and you can help but smile back. “Yeah, me too,” you reply through a sigh, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him, just briefly – but even so, you relax into it, his warm touch doing more than enough to melt your tension away. “But on that note,” you mutter as you pull away, eyes fluttering back open. Namjoon’s eyes are still closed and he’s smiling – your heart leaps at the sight and almost pull him back in for another kiss. “Let’s go the hell home.”

He hums, leaning back in to capture your lips with his himself. His embrace is warm, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you run your fingers through his hair. You melt into him so easily – it feels as natural and warm and comfortable as crawling into bed after a long day. His nose brushes your cheek, his eyelashes tickle your skin, and you ignore the sound of another car driving past in the background, simply tightening your arms around him, your grip tightening around your car keys–

Your car beeps loudly and you jolt apart, wincing at the sudden interruption – you’ve accidentally pressed the button on your keys to unlock it. Letting out a sigh, you lean back against your car and purse your lips, a small smile breaking out. “We should really go home,” you say softly as you look up at him, your cheeks flushing.

He chuckles, nodding just before he presses another kiss to your cheek. “Yeah.”

You’re grinning as he walks around the car, slipping into the passenger’s seat as you sit down behind the wheel, the both of you buckling your seatbelts in silence. With a sigh, Namjoon leans back while you start the car, and you see his eyes fluttering closed as you drive out of your parking spot.

“Told you we should’ve waited a week first,” you mutter with a pout, focusing your gaze on the road ahead, on trying to keep your eyes open as you navigate the city streets.

“No, no, I’m just… resting my eyes,” he replies, smiling as he lets out a slow breath. “They’re exhausted from looking at your beauty all night.”

You snort loudly. “Wow, smooth,” you remark through a laugh, looking left and right before you drive across an intersection. “What corner of the internet did you get that from?”

He keeps his eyes closed as his head lolls to the side, though the smile teased over his lips remains. “Came up with it all by myself,” he replies, eyes fluttering open so he can look at you with that adorable lazy grin on his face – though his face quickly lights up and he digs into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “I should write that down, actually.”

You laugh, turning a corner and already seeing Namjoon’s tall apartment building looming up ahead. “I’m glad you can still get inspired with all this sleep deprivation going on.”

He grins at you, looking up at you from underneath his eyelashes. “Half my work happens while sleep-deprived, babe,” he replies, focusing on his phone as he types. “It’s really a wonderful thing.”

With a snort, you look into your mirrors before pulling over, just a block away from the entrance to his building. “Yeah, sounds absolutely wonderful,” you remark sarcastically, turning the key in the ignition to switch off the engine – and the car falls silent. “Now get the hell to bed before you get too sleep-deprived to do anything,” you add, reaching out to poke his dimple.

He laughs, slipping his phone into his pocket – but he doesn’t make a move to get out of the car. Instead, his smile slowly widens and he sits up – “Hey, I have an idea.”

You raise your eyebrows, trying to scan his face in an attempt to predict how bad this idea actually is. “Why do I feel like this is one of those ideas we shouldn’t even be talking about?” you reply slowly, though you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Because it’s risky and fun,” he replies, leaning just a tiny bit closer. You nod slowly, narrowing your eyes as you wait for him to continue. “I’ll sneak you up there so we can make this night a little longer.”

Oh god. You breathe out a laugh and start to shake your head, though he’s quick to lean forward and press a kiss to your cheek. You let out a sigh, subconsciously leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter closed – he knows exactly how to tempt you. And you’re much too weak to resist any of it this late at night.

“We’re already here anyway,” he adds when you still don’t respond, and you laugh once more. He kind of has a point. Maybe. You’d make the counter-offer to go back to your place instead, but you wouldn’t want to wake up Yari, and you’re sure people would get suspicious if Namjoon stayed away all night. “We’ve done it before, everyone is already asleep anyway…”

Letting out a slow breath, you look down at your hands. “I need sleep, Joon,” you reply slowly, glancing up at him and shaking your head once more. “I don’t want to accidentally poke you in the eye because I’m too sleepy tomorrow.”

“We’ll make sure you get back home on time, Cinderella,” he mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Promise.”

You chuckle, squeezing your eyes shut. This is a mistake, such a big mistake. Just because it’s gone right the three times you’ve done this, doesn’t mean it’s not a big fucking mistake.

“Alright,” you relent nevertheless, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your smile at bay. “But I’m not leaving my shoes at the door like last time.”

The only problem you don’t quite remember, though, is that despite all the plans you can come up with to get you back out of the apartment and home, it’s really quite easy to fall asleep in Namjoon’s arms – even if you’re at his place, in his bedroom, with an unlockable door.

Even if it really would’ve been so much safer to go back to your place instead.

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