A/N: lawd that gif tho ^^^^^ this chapter contains: smoking

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[ ' moments earlier ' ] 

Namjoon had his gaze on you from over the top of his glass of wine when you went to the bar with a gentleman to allow him to buy you a drink. His eyes followed after you as you mingled with the attendees too. He could feel his heart twisting, shrinking and swelling within his chest after every glance of you he stole. 

He wanted to know you so bad. 

You were far more gorgeous up close and in the flesh this way. All he saw before this moment was you on the stage like a speck of dust and pictures on the internet. This moment right here was everything he had wished for and more. 

Your skin glowed. Eyes twinkled. Smile glittered. The dress you wore hugged your body just right. Showed off the tone of your complexion perfectly. And speaking of skin... Namjoon wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over your body. To brush his fingers over your hand. To touch your skin. To hold you.... 

God, you're such a pig, Namjoon. Have some decency. His brain shouted at him to keep it together and that's when he forced himself to tear his wandering eyes away from you each time.

He didn't want to look. Didn't want to stare. He wasn't that type of man. Wasn't the type to drool at the corner of his mouth at the sight of a woman. He had learned his lesson from years of perfecting his image and knew better than to be full on looking at women with hearts in the eyes the way he was doing right now... But he did it again anyways every fucking time you walked by him and damn... 

Jesus. Namjoon had to get a fucking grip before anyone caught him. And by anyone, he meant his hyung's who had been accompanying him tonight. They had already called him out twice for gawking and ogling you but he... just couldn't stop.

Namjoon silently prayed for you to approach him. To see him in the sea of people and lock eyes with him. Just once. He hoped for you to come over and say thank you to him for coming. To flash your beautiful smile at him. Just him. Fuck the other two hyung's. 

But... you never did. You didn't have the chance to. Everyone wanted a piece of you. Everyone wanted an autograph or a selfie. Everyone wanted to speak to you. To show you how much they appreciated and loved you. He was merely just a blip on your radar. Nothing but a speck of dust.

So, he had to take matters into his own hands.

Namjoon could feel the back of his neck growing with heat the second he approached your assistant. It was literally now or never. He would never get a chance like this again. But he hesitated. Not wanting to come off too strong. Not wanting to approach you acting like the biggest, weirdest fanboy on Earth. But he couldn't even control his heart rate and he was one more breath away from starting sweating like a pig. 

He surely did not want to approach you all sweaty and icky like a creep either. So, when Yoongi spotted your assistant, he shoved Namjoon in her direction. Making Namjoon trip over his own feet and land almost face first into the bar's counter. 

His hyung was quick with his motions. Not wanting his dongsaeng to stand there and cream his pants while he watched you any longer. He knew Namjoon had to shoot his shot. He knew he needed the push. He knew Namjoon would thank him for it later. He just knew it. 

Namjoon gave his hyung a "I'll kill you."  look from the shove but nevertheless, he straightened up his back and then cleared his throat, collecting himself before he faced the unsuspecting assistant, "Excuse me."  Namjoon started with a small smile, his grin growing a bit when she turned to look at him. Her eyes immediately falling out of her head and to the floor when she grabbed her drink and faced him, the straw between her lips slipping out of her mouth when her jaw fell open,

"Kim Namjoon." She almost gasped, "I-I'm a huge fan. I love BTS. I love your music." She started to gush instantaneously and could feel herself beginning to flail, "You're my inspiration. I literally eat, breathe and sleep BTS." She continued to babble, completely forgetting professionalism in that moment, "Oh God... I mean--" She sucked in a breath and then pat over the center of her chest to calm herself down, "I'm sorry." She hushed herself and shook her head, "How can I help you this evening, Mr. Kim?" The gleam of hope and wonder never left her eyes as she stared at her idol, the drink in her shaking from her fingers so much that she had to set the cocktail glass down.

The leader chuckled proudly, his head nodding in perfect understanding while he let her have her moment to fangirl, "It's nice to meet you too." He bowed his head gratefully, "Thank you for loving us." He had a hand over his heart, feeling thankful to have met an Army in such a special way like this, "I have a favor to ask of you..."

[ ' ...Now... ' ] 

"I love your art." Came the deep.... deep fucking voice from behind your assistant.

"He loves your art so much that he bought all of it." Came another voice.

"--All six million dinero of it."  Went someone else.

"Shut up, hyungs."

Oh.

You didn't even catch the fact that you were standing in front of the mystery man that bought out your entire collection tonight because you were too awestruck to notice anything else other than the fact that you had just come face to... chest with this tall... extremely tall gentleman. 

You had heels on and still needed to crane your neck back to catch a glimpse of his face. Which was not in the slightest bit of way a bad looking face at all. He had soft facial features... His skin looked smooth and youthful. You guessed he was either the same age as you or perhaps even younger. Scratch that. He had to be younger. Or... Just took really good care of his skin.

Either way, you were intrigued the second you both laid eyes on each other. And when he smiled at you? Sheesh! The deepest, prettiest looking set of dimples graced his cheeks. The sight of his dimples gave him a certain boyishly charming look to him, and it set off an alarm in your body that you didn't ever know existed.

You didn't know much about anything at that moment. Didn't even form a conversation with him except for greeting each other. Hell, you didn't even shake hands yet. You had no idea who this dude was. But one thing you were sure of was that he was gorgeous.

Your gaze fell to his neck. Almost entranced by his gloriously tanned skin. You took in the strong angle of his jaw. Admired the delicious looking curve and strongness of it that people often overlooked. But not you. You were very observant of people. Very studious. Attentive.

You didn't mean to be that way. It was just in your nature to give anyone you met the onceover. So, when you allowed your eyes to drift down further, you noticed that he had the smooth of his chest exposed. Giving you a chance to ogle at the warm, brown skin that peeked out from but not giving you permission to see what else he had hidden under there.

What caught your eye the most was that he wasn't wearing a tie either. Which was interesting considering this was a black-tie event. You didn't want to admit it but it was kind of... hot. For him to say screw the tie and show up in something different but still formal and elegant gave you the tingles because not anyone would do that and pull it off either. But this guy did. 

He chose to keep it classy in a more modern way by wearing a casual, simple but luxurious looking white shirt tucked into a pair of snug fitting black dress pants. Paired with a black overcoat. He killed the look. Tie or no tie, who would think otherwise when you he was the hottest man in this room?

You forced yourself not to trail your eyes lower. But you itched to see what kind of shoes he had on his feet as well. Those types of things were important to you for first impressions and so, you took a short peek at the expensive looking Italian leathered dress shoes on his feet. Damn. You could tell that this was an expensive man just from the second of looking at him. He was well dressed. Dangerously attractive. Sporting this sleek ensemble that was most likely handpicked for him. Tailored to fit those long, strong looking limbs.

Oof. He was so handsome. He was a diamond in the rough amongst the sea of the snooty senior citizens here tonight. That was all you could survey right now because you really and truly didn't want to make it look so obvious that you were checking him out. But if you didn't know any better, you could have sworn he was giving you the same look too.

And he sure as hell was, sister. Dude had his eyes on you the second he saw you amid the crowd of people congratulating you. You just didn't know it yet. 

"I'm Kim Namjoon. It's a pleasure to meet you." He held out to his hand, and you took it gracefully, "And these are my friends and business partners, Kim Seok Jin and Min Yun Ki." He pointed to the other gentleman at his side while he shook your hand,

Now that you had his hand in your own, you embraced the gentle warmth the palm of his hand radiated. You could feel the softness of his skin. The slightly raised callouses along the top of his palm. Hm... he was a weightlifter, huh?

You quirked a brow and took the chance now to look him in the eye better. He had these intense, almond shaped eyes. Hooded, heavy lidded eyes that could cut through you sharper than a knife. He didn't have a spark or twinkle in them like his friend with the brown hair behind him did. But he had a warmth behind them anyways. He had a gentle, almost innocent look to him. A memorable face that had the ability to make you feel relaxed and at ease although you barely knew him.

You had an excuse to ogle at his face now and when you did, a strange sense of familiarity fell over you because now that you were taking a better look at him... he looked like someone you'd seen before. Not in person, of course. But... somewhere.

And then it clicked.

K.N.J Foundation... K.N.J...

Kim Namjoon.

This was the man buying out all your auctioned artwork tonight. This was the person sitting in the back of the crowd signaling the auctioneer that he wanted to bid then sitting back with a smug look on his face as he watched the crowd gasp and marvel in shock at the bid pricing slowly creeping upwards until they were in the millions.

So, the elusive K.N.J Foundation was also a BTS member in disguise, huh?

"Business partners, huh?" You lulled your head to the side as you studied his face for a moment, eyes glancing over his shoulder to the other two gentleman standing closer to the side. The moment your eyes spotted them, and they made eye contact with you, they turned away almost comedically. Pretending they weren't just eavesdropping on Namjoon's conversation with you,

You made a squint with your eyes and pursed your lips before speaking, "The three of you look oddly similar to RM, Jin and Suga from BTS, though." You corrected him while you shook his hand, giving his warm palm a friendly squeeze before letting go of his hand to greet the other two men who had now joined him at his side.

Yeah, you knew who the hell BTS was. You lived as a recluse but not totally. Not to sound like a boomer or anything but you were hip with the media. And besides, your assistant had a literal picture of them taped to her monitor's screen. She worshipped them. You couldn't miss them. Did you take part in her madness? No. But you listened to their music enough to have a BTS song pop up on your playlist every now and then? Of course! Did you expect to meet three members of said group? Absolutely not. That's why you weren't expecting these dudes here at an event for art lovers. You had no idea about Namjoon's love and appreciation for art. 

Namjoon's brows raised slightly, eyes widening just a bit in surprise when you recognized him and his friends. He couldn't help but start to laugh. Letting out a deep, sincere chuckle. It made your own lips twitch at the thought of laughing along with him. But you hadn't laughed in ages and part of you didn't remember how to anymore.

You settled on smiling instead. Enjoying the rich, velvety tone of his laugh while he shook his head and let those plump lips of his spread into a warm smile, "Never would have guessed you would know us." He looked pleased, nodding with enthusiasm while his friends gawked in disbelief behind him.

"Oh, please. Everyone knows you guys." Your lips twitched more, and you let out a small chuckle, making the rest of the gentleman chortle along with you.

You would have never thought that these were the gentlemen that bought out your entire auction tonight.

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"I heard the seafood in Maryland is really good." Namjoon hummed and you raised a brow as you looked at him with a deadpan expression,

"I hate seafood."

Namjoon laughed, "Me too." His laugh was rich like honey. It wasn't one of those fake chuckles men would do when they wanted you to think they found you funny. It was genuine. He meant it when he was laughing at your seriousness.

Changing the subject while you hunted through your purse for a lighter, you placed a cigarette from a luxurious pack of smokes gifted to you by a gala attendee between your lips and lit the end of it before sucking in a deep inhale of smoke, 

"So, why did you do it?"  You blew the smoke from your lips, passing the cigarette to Namjoon.

He reached for and took the cigarette from between your fingers willingly, holding the filtered end up to his lips before questioning you, "Do what?" His brow quirked and lips wrapped around the cigarette to inhale the smoke.

"Why did you buy my art?"

"Hm." Namjoon sucked the cigarette smoke in deeper at your question. Ingesting it. Making the smoke go straight to his lungs. He held it there for a minute. Felt the slight burn in the back of his throat. Felt the rush the act gave him. Then, he blew the smoke out in one quick motion. Letting the nicotine make him go lightheaded for just a few seconds. Eyes glancing up at the night sky while he pondered his answer.

He knew why he bought everything. It wasn't as pathetic of a reason why he did what he did. He wasn't one of those crazed, obsessive fans. It was simple. He loved your art. He respected you as an artist. Admired the fact that you gave half of the proceeds from the event to charities too.

And naturally, because Namjoon was touched so much by your honesty. Touched by your hard work and earnestness... he wanted to be a part of the cause. And he knew he was wrong for it. He knew you probably thought he was weird to sit there and buy out your entire showcase and not even give another person a chance to bid. He was aware of how creepy it seemed to be doing that. But it was all with good intention.

Namjoon truly didn't want to go that far with the bidding at first but of course Seokjin egged him on. Encouraged him to bid higher and higher until he felt as though he was gambling. He had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was doing too much. Did he jump too high in terms of confidence when he accepted Seokjin's stupid challenge? Were you going to think he was a freak for it?

Namjoon was never one to flex his riches. He always kept his success to himself. Being grateful in silence. Giving back to his community when he can. Helping those in need while still maintaining anonymity. He was never one that liked being in spotlight that way. Never understood the people that flaunted their wealth. Sure, he had nice things. Rolexes galore. Property. Investments. But none of that mattered to Namjoon.

Namjoon wanted to be known more for who he was as a person... he wanted people to know him as a human than what he had in his bank account. 

He wanted to be known and remembered for who he was as himself... as his group... as his music.

That's why he was hoping you didn't put two and two together. Yes, he wanted to meet you. Yes, he wanted to gush about how much he admired your work. But he didn't want to come off as weird for buying out the entire show. He could sense how strange that might look to some. And as much as he wanted to hide, he knew he couldn't. Lying wasn't Namjoon's strong suit. He wasn't the type of man to lie, and he lived his life with every intention to be transparent and honest with everyone he met. That's why he knew being honest with you was best.

"My buddy and I had a little friendly bet. Whoever bids the most wins." He was curt but honest nonetheless, "Stupid. I know. But I don't regret a thing." He nodded, rubbing over his chin in thought, "I didn't think we would meet." Namjoon began, "Didn't think you would even stick around long enough to find out who won all the bids either. The artist themselves hardly ever show up or stay long enough to even acknowledge their guests." He made a shrug with his shoulders,

Namjoon had such a calming aura to him. He was soft spoken even for a man with a voice as deep as his. It was almost as if he was afraid to use the low vibrato tone of his voice because he feared he would seem too intimidating.

To think a person like him... A person with such a high-level status and recognition as his would care about everyone else but himself. His personality spoke volumes for you, and you barely knew him! Nevertheless, you respected his kindness. You enjoyed his presence. And you admired just how down to earth he really was despite being one of the biggest names in the game.

You listened to him and scoffed a small laugh, your head shaking in dismissal, "I always stay." You nodded earnestly, feeling a bit offended that he assumed you would be the type of artist that would dip out of the function as soon as your bag was secured, "I always stay. And I always am grateful for everyone that's come to any of my exhibitions." 

You felt Namjoon's eyes on the side of your face, and you turned to look at him, letting him swallow you entirely with his gaze, "Thank you for coming tonight." You had a hand at his arm, a genuine expression on your face as you gave his arm a gentle squeeze, "And of course, thank you for bidding." Your smile stretched a bit wider, and Namjoon felt as though the air had been punched out of his lungs.

He prayed you didn't hear the shaky breath he just inhaled and before he gave himself away for being completely taken away from your smile alone, he puffed his cheeks full of air before letting them deflate, his head shaking as he spoke,

"I don't know if I'm being too forward..." Namjoon started to chuckle, hanging his head to look down at the pavement as he wondered if he even wanted to speak, "You're just..." He exhaled another laugh again, sleek eyes drifting to you to when he finally spoke, "You're just so... fuckin' beautiful." Namjoon shook his head, "Pardon my French." He commented with a nod, "I truly never thought I would get the chance to meet you tonight." Namjoon smiled, mouth spreading to a wide, dimply grin before he took a drink out of the expensive bottle of champagne in his hand.

You could feel your stomach doing flips and tricks in your body from him just calling you beautiful alone. You wanted to kick yourself for folding so quickly but you couldn't help it. His compliment made you feel giddy. As if you were a schoolgirl again and your crush finally noticed you.

Before you knew it, a strange feeling started to bubble inside of you. A small fit of giggles formed in your mouth and then you started to laugh, exhaling a cloud of smoke from your lips while you tipped your head back and chuckled. You almost choked from the smoke leaving your lips as the compliment took you by surprise and was completely unwarranted too. 

You threw yourself off guard at your own laugh. Hearing yourself laugh like that made you feel strange. You didn't recognize yourself almost. The realization made you more hyperaware of your own self and you quickly collected yourself from it. Clearing your throat and crossing a leg over the other as you glanced over to Namjoon, your gaze stuck on the side of his face and admiring the deep dimples etched into his cheek that seemed to appear without fail every single time his lips moved,

"A compliment is a compliment." You smiled, sucking in another long pull from your cigarette and then flicking the ash off the end of it, watching the smoke leaving your mouth as you dissipate into the warm evening air, "Merci beaucoup." Your smile only widened, gratefully taking the bottle of champagne from Namjoon that you were sharing with each other.

Your face felt warm. Whether it was from smoking or alcohol. Or the general pleasant mood Namjoon managed to put you in so easily. You had no idea what it was. But you felt different. You felt... normal. Smiling was easier to do. And you were doing a lot of it too. Breathing felt better as well. You felt free. As if you could be yourself around him. 

He was very easy to like. Easy to talk to. And of course... easy to look at.

There was no lie. That alcohol was strong as shit. The cigarette was strong too. Both of which were part of a special "thank you" gift received from your attendees tonight. The cigarettes were part of a beautiful, gold sealed package. Limited edition with a very mild, light taste. And the champagne was a very expensive, aged alcohol type of gift.

Namjoon seemed to enjoy the taste of both. Citing that the alcohol was a hand pressed sparkling champagne made and sent straight from the vineyards of France. Hm. Interesting. The man knew his wine. The man knew his smokes... Scratch that. The man knew his everything... How sexy.

He knew about you too. Knew about your art. He wasn't embarrassed to say that he was a fan. Wasn't ashamed to admit that he admired you. You found it endearing in a way and you liked the fact that he studied your work before even coming to the gala tonight. He was brilliant but we all knew that.

He was fascinating to talk to. Intelligent but not cocky about his smartness. He spoke so eloquently. Never intentionally trying to make you feel stupid with his knowledge of basically everything and nothing at all. It was also worth mentioning that he knew how to crack a good joke or two. He knew how to make you laugh. Knew ways to make you smile and you had only been talking for a few hours now. But even after these few hours, he made you feel more human and seen than anyone else has ever had.

And that's how you ended up here. Sitting on a curb outside of the venue with Kim Namjoon himself. 

You both hit it off quite well in the venue. So well that the after party had long finished, the two of you were kindly asked to leave the premises if you wished to continue the night. You hadn't realized how fast the night went by. You originally planned to leave before the party even started but ended up staying after you and Namjoon met. Sitting by the bar with him to chat for the entire night.

His friends had left too. Telling Namjoon not to worry about them and to pretend they had never even accompanied him here in the first place. And of course, you told your assistant to get home safe as well. Avoiding the googly eyes she was giving you and ignoring the texts she was sending to your phone telling you to not forget to have fun.

Now here the two of you were. Sitting outside after a fresh rain pour. Inhaling the earthiness of the universe left after a rainfall. Knees and shoulders nudging each other from how close in proximity you both sat. 

Namjoon was struggling to keep it together. Not exactly expecting his night to go this way. He just wanted to say hello. Maybe even express how much he loved your art.

Never in a bajillion years would Namjoon have guessed he would be sitting outside like this with you. As if you were longtime friends. He felt so comfortable beside you. So close and so comfortable that he could smell the light scent of your perfume when he leaned in close to you. 

For some reason, Namjoon thought you would smell expensive and... overbearing. But you didn't. If anything, you had the faintest scent of floral mixed with a clean, fresh smell. It was the type of scent that Namjoon would find himself easily addicted to and of course, he was drunk off it already.

"Mm. Beautiful is an understatement though." He commented as he blew out smoke, "But I bet you hear that very often." His lips twitched into a quirky smile and your eyes made a playful roll,

"I do." You confirmed, lips at the rim of the champagne bottle passed to your hand. You took a drink out of it. More like a big gulp, really and hummed when you swallowed, "I hear that all the time." You made a small shrug of your shoulders, "But I really like hearing it from you." You let the comment hang in the air. Silently hinting to Namjoon that not only did you love hearing him compliment you, but you also welcomed it... wanted more of it.

Namjoon watched you close with the cigarette between his lips, his sharp, piercing eyes drifting to gaze at the shape of your lips. Silently admiring the natural color of them peeking through the sheer balm of your lip-gloss, 

"I can say more." He spoke with the cig in his mouth, masking his satisfaction with your answer by taking yet another drag from it to hide his budding smile, "I can do more, you know." He corrected himself nonchalantly, hand brushing over his knee as a speck of ash fell onto the leg of his pant,

"More?" You questioned, the tone of your voice peaking with interest.

He pulled into another drag from the cigarette and smiled, "Come here. I'll show you." He started to lean into you, holding the smoke in his mouth while you shifted so that you were even closer to him than ever before.

God, is this really happening?  This is too fast. Way too fast. Stop. Don't stop. 

You couldn't even think straight, and you could very plain and easily hear your mind screaming at you to stop. Stop before you regret everything. Stop before you get too carried away. But you were beyond carried away. You were beyond thinking sane. You couldn't care less anymore. You just wanted to feel something. Anything. Him.

You could smell faint remnants of his cologne when you leaned in closer towards Namjoon. He was wearing a very light scent. Something that had notes of mint and rosemary in it. He smelled clean. The smell of him enticed you as if it were an invitation to get closer. As if it were a silent request for you to bury yourself into him.

You didn't realize how heavy your eyes felt until you moved closer to him. Until you were close enough to breathe the same air as him. You very briefly glanced at Namjoon to see that his own eyes were lidded. He was entranced by the way your eyelashes fanned out delicately each time you blinked. Smitten by the way your skin glowed and glittered under the moonlight. And then he leaned in even closer to you, gaze now mesmerized by your lips.

Your own gaze was fixated on his lips now. Noting to yourself that they were even more plump this close. A gorgeous, rosy, blushed color with a small, pretty dot right under his lower lip too. You couldn't take it anymore and without thinking, you closed the space between the two of you and kissed him. 

You knew he wanted to kiss you too. But you also knew he was too reserved to even make the first move. Lucky for him though, you were more than eager to initiate things. So, you took the chance. Took your moment because you didn't know when or if you would ever get a time like this again.

Your lips pressed against his with some hesitation at first. And while you placed a small kiss against his lips, Namjoon wasted no time in returning the gesture on his own. Capturing your lips with his and exhaling the smoke he had been holding right into your mouth when he kissed you.

You let out a small hum of appreciation from the bold move and let the smoke escape between the two of you while you pressed your lips more against his. The foggy smoke from the cigarette swirled into the air above you both then disappeared while you both felt the electricity flow through your bodies. The feeling of fireworks exploded along your skin at the touch of his lips on yours. The feeling crept up your spine and spread through your veins. The small act awakened something in you that had been asleep.

One, two and three more kisses later you now had Namjoon resting a hand comfortably over your knee, the other hand cupped under your chin and then curled under your jaw as he kissed you more. Your lips moved easily against each other's easily. As if you both had each other's actions figured out already. You appreciated the softness of his lips on yours. The way they felt like pillows. How smooth they were. And although you were only kissing, your mind was already thinking of how good his lips would feel anywhere else on your body.

On any normal day, you would never be entertaining a man like this. But this wasn't a regular man. And you weren't a regular woman either. You felt a sort of connection to Namjoon. An undeniable type of attraction.

But it wasn't just you that felt the same way either. Something about you lured Namjoon to you too. He wasn't a person to link with a stranger this eagerly either. He wasn't the type of person to sit outside like this. Sharing a cigarette and drink while talking about life with someone he hardly knew but he couldn't lie, the only reason why he was being as bold right now was because... he felt as though he knew you.

This wasn't easy for Namjoon to do. It wasn't easy for him to just... give himself to anyone. He never met anyone genuine enough to give his time or effort to. Not like this. Not in the way he was doing with you right now.

You see, it wasn't the fact that Namjoon couldn't meet anyone. He came across beautiful people daily. People that were intelligent. People that were kind. People that could pick his brain and make him feel like a person rather than an object... just like the way you both were doing moments ago. 

And of course, these people and Namjoon would talk. Exchange formalities and interests. The weather is gloomy today. Oh, that book is a great read. Etcetera... 

It wasn't difficult to talk. Namjoon had no problem with that. He had no problem introducing himself and sparking a conversation with another person. That wasn't the issue.

The issue was that he couldn't meet anyone willing to stay.

People only seemed to want to give Namjoon their attention for a short while. Only wanting to see his face. They weren't interested in seeing what was beyond the dragon eyes and dimples. But they were more keener on learning about what was under the layer of clothes he wore... The façade that was Kim Namjoon.

Some got lucky. Lucky enough to melt off a piece of him as if he was a layered candle. But once they got to the next layer. Once they scratched the surface of who he was. Who he really is. Once they met the demons inside of him. Saw the things about him he kept hidden. His insecurities. His failures... Once they got a taste of what they wanted... they would leave.

Namjoon gave up on finding a genuine connection with anyone after that and stuck to being by himself. He chose to be alone. The way he was meant to be. The way he thought he needed to be. But tonight... he was risking it all. Literally risking every wall he had ever put up. Every guard he had on himself, he was knocking them down all on his own. 

Maybe things could be different. Maybe he could be different. 

And so, using every will his courage could give him, Namjoon broke the kiss and whispered the question he had been dying all night to ask you,

"Wanna get out of here?"

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End of chapter 3.