Namjoon.

Last night was by far the best night I have ever had since I came to Seoul, being with Seokjin, holding him in my arms all through the night, was by far the best thing that has happened to me. I always had a feeling our shared attraction would lead to something, but in the few months that I imagined it, never did I ever think it would be something of this sort, something this soft.

I am in no way imagining that we are in a relationship already, or that this is something of so much significance, but I will admit I am really excited for what it is, or what it may lead to. It's still young, and doesn't need a name, or a label, which is why when we woke up today in the morning, there was no tension, or awkward stares, only soft smiles and blushed cheeks of Seokjin.

Breakfast was served in bed, courtesy of Seokjin, which I insisted I would only take if he fed me, or at least ate with me. After a usual playful roll of his eyes, he had relented to feeding me, and himself along, while he spoke to me about his day's intentions. His two day break was over, and he needed to go back to work before his boss flipped out, which I understood fully, having met his boss, or Cruella like they put it.

I hated to see him leave, having already formed a weird attachment to him, but of course he had to go out and make a living. He however did help me to a shower like the previous morning, because I still had to be weary of my wound, and caution not tear the stitches up.

He came in wearing his clothes and a sleep mask like I had expected him to, but that didn't stop us from ravaging each other in a heated make out session. I kissed him like I had intended the previous morning, claimed his lips in a searing kiss that he reciprocated with an equal vigour. This time there wasn't any hesitation or second thought as we took what we wanted. 

Still blinded, I had pushed him back to the shower wall and continued the make out, his whimpers, moans, and the way he purred beautifully when my lips connected to his neck, had me hard in no time. It was clear we both wanted more, to go further than the hot kisses, and the small bodily touches. But we couldn't at the moment, not with my wound, and his time to work running out.

He then had to dress my wound, which wasn't anything like the previous day either. Having given me a boner in the shower, he continued to tease me about it, gently caressing my torso, and doing that thing he did with his breath over my skin. Kneeling between my legs, in a rather provocative position than yesterday, he watched me grow in my jeans as he continued his ministrations with excitement.

It was an awesome sight to see, how comfortable and free he was around me, and around each other in general. The idea of sex and our apparent attraction to each other was not uncomfortable and neither was it overwhelming. We simply acknowledged it and were starting to embrace it with small bodily touches, hoping it would lead to something more, something more than just a physical attraction. At least I hoped it would.

Later on, after a few more kisses, and my good by kiss, he left for work, reminding me to eat, rest, and take my medicine. I agreed, offering to watch blue, and check in with him through the day. 

Being couped up in the house for the second day, and following a routine I wasn't used to, proved to be difficult than I thought. I was used to a regular makeshift work out at the construction site, where I had to lift, do, and undo with heavy machinery, and be on my toes every second. But sitting around in the house doing nothing was more uncomfortable than it was relaxing. Taehyung was still not returning my calls and with my recent unmotivation to work, a creep of boredom was starting to take over my senses, which is why with a quick text to Seokjin telling him of my plans, I took a blue long, putting her in her leash, and leaving the apartment.

I needed a walk to awake my muscles, and jump start my senses, maybe I could even get the will and some ideas to jot down for a project after this. One hour of sight seeing, and appreciating the environment around me, with blue in tow, is all I got as I took a walk down the block, past the industrial area, the park, and the small river nearby. At one point I sat in a bench by the park and answered Seokjin's call, who had seemed to have finally read my text.

He wasn't alarmed, only asked me to take care of myself and blue, and of course call if anything. A playful banter had followed where I asked him to send me a kiss to which he called me perverted before hanging up. Smiling at my, and his high spirits, I resolved to go back to the apartment, which is where I was heading to now with blue in my arms.

She seems tired, unlike earlier when we left the house when she was happy and bubbly, and practically tried to pull me along in her excited state, she probably has had a fair share for the hour, and is exhausted. I am not paying much attention to my surrounding, most of my thoughts occupied by Seokjin and Taehyung, and I apologise immediately as I ran into a wall of a person, blue squeaking in the process at being squished in the middle at impact.

I bow severally, afraid I might have harmed or injured someone, only to look up to be met by the man in black, dark glasses covering his eyes, and at an ease stance, a protective posture, definitely not meant for me, and not for him either. His face is set into a scowl as he glares down at me from the several inches he towers over me.
He is well built, and could easily beat the crap out of me for not paying attention to my immediate surrounding and bumping into him.

"I am sorry...sir." I add, adjusting blue in my arms as she starts squirming around. He doesn't say a word, as he keeps glaring at me from his dark glasses. He moves suddenly, and for a split second I think he might actually want to put his heavy muscles to use, but only turns to his side, and motions ahead with his hand. I look ahead, then back at him confused. I am not sure what he is trying to put across; if this is my signal to go ahead, or if he is actually showing me something.

Either way I bow in apology once, not wanting to stay in his threatening presence any longer. "I am sorry -"
"The car." He cuts off with a deep, equally threatening tone, and motions once more with his arm to the other side of the street. Now my first thought as any normal person is that this isn't good. If a tall buff guy, with incredibly huge arms came up to you and motioned to the car across the street possibly asking you to go to it, you would probably run. But I do give him the benefit of the doubt, and take a glance at the car his hand is still motioning at

On the other side of the street there is a black van, which is definitely a red flag and should be my signal to run, because I just got stabbed like two days ago, and I am not looking to get jumped, or possibly get kidnapped. A man can only take so much. There is also a white new looking Audi parked on the other side, it's too expensive to be involved in a kidnapping, but would make a perfect disguise if you think about it.

I am about to nope the fuck out of there, when I spot a familiar looking face by the now rolled down window of the Audi. The shoulder length hair, the similar yet strange smile, and the undeniable resemblance to my boyfriend, reminds of where I have seen her before. It takes me a moment to process, but I finally realize I am staring back at Seokjin's mum, or rather Miss Soojin like she had introduced before.

She smiles at me, a smile I am used to, and have seen before, numerous times on Seokjin. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I am not sure how exactly I should respond. This is unexpected. She waves me over with that same smile, the tall buff guy, who I realise might be her bodyguard, or errand person nodding towards her direction, not giving me any options as he wears that scowl in response to my hesitant expression.

He lets me lead along to the other side of the street, and ushers me to the other side of the car, opening the door. I am perplexed, not exactly at the gesture, but more of what this might be about. I thought we would just exchange greeting and maybe check in with Seokjin but it seems to be more to it. "Get in." Mrs Soojin urges in a cheery voice, scooting a bit to make space for me in the back seat of the car.

I feel out of place in the obviously fancy car, and even more in her elegant presence. She is dressed to kill in all white again, her expensive jewelry, and accessories on display as I carefully take a seat with blue still in my arms. The door is shut after me, the man in black standing a distance away, probably her orders, or to give us privacy, although I don't see the reason why we would need that.

"Don't pay attention to Dan, he is not good with people." She says with a smile, referring to the man in black, to which I nod, "It's ok, ma'am."
"You and blue taking a walk?" It's casual talk, and it's even more weird because I know she is trying to get me comfortable, but for what?

"Yes, ma'am." I answer once more, not wanting to say anything more, or out of place. She is Seokjin's mother, or rather my boyfriend's, and I need to be cautious with my words and actions around her. "Jin-ah must really love you to have you watch over his dog. He loves this dog." She smiles fondly at blue, and it somehow reminds me of yesterday when Seokjin talked about how he got it, and how happy he looked.

I don't answer to her previous statement, not sure as to what I should say to Seokjin possibly loving me, even platonically, it would still be shocking. "I hope you don't mind me ambushing you like this. I was in the area and happened to see you, I thought I would have a little chat." It must have been a real coincidence to have just ran into me, almost like she was waiting, but I don't question it, simply nods letting her know it's fine, and that she could chat away.

"It's alright ma'am, is there something I can do for you?" I inquire, to which her demeanor visibly changes. She sighs heavily, her face taking a more serious look. "There is, it's about Seokjin, how is he doing?"

"Alright, to my knowledge ma'am." I answer not skipping a beat. I don't fully know Seokjin, but the way I have seen him these past two days has been different. There is this smile he has, and this glint that lingers in his eyes, like...like he is happy. I would like to think he is, and that maybe I am the reason for that. Her eyes narrow slightly at my answer, before he stares right at me. "Is that so? How long have you two been together?"

We haven't actually polished our lies, and I don't know how much details Seokjin might have given her already for our relationship, but that doesn't stop me from smiling softly at her while I do the math in my head.
"A few months." It's simple and could mean any number of weeks or days, but most importantly it protects Seokjin cover, for whatever reason he had to lie that we are a couple.

"Interesting. Your different from the people I have seen him with, but I guess she doesn't have a lot options being around this place." I would like to pretend I don't know what that means, but sadly I do, I know she is referring to the social ladder, and how Seokjin doesn't fit in this place, and how I don't fit in his life either.

It's plain and simple.

"But I am not here to talk about that. I am here to ask for your help." Now that's new, can't rich people just do anything they want whenever they want. What could she possibly want help with, especially from me. "What would you like help with ma'am" I ask hoping this isn't something bad. She looks ahead, thinking for a moment, before staring back at me. Their is all kind of seriousness on her face, and somehow I dread the words that may come out of her mouth.

"I need help with my son, Namjoon. The last time we talked I believe you heard my proposal to him as well. You do remember right?" She pauses waiting for a response, how could I forget, with how determined she looked. I nod in agreement. "I need him to come home. He doesn't belong here, he can't survive in this place."

"Only a few nights ago I heard he was in fight that almost caused him his life. You understand my worry as a parent, don't you?" She keeps her expression questioning, urging me to say yes. I do understand her concern as a parent, but I do acknowledge Seokjin is an adult as well, and he has a right to make his decisions.

"He has a home. Away from here, in a very secure place, and very comfortable, he can do whatever he wants there, including the family business, he just needs to come home." I want to believe her main concern is my boyfriend's safety, that her first priority is his welfare, but there is something there, something in her voice that tells me otherwise.

"So what do you need my help with?" I can't help ask, genuinely curious. "Well, there is something about you that my son likes, something about the way he looks at you that tells me he isn't just messing around for the fun. I think he genuinely likes you, and that means you have a better chance at convincing him." It's flattering how she butters me up with her observations, ones that I would like to believe, but it's disgraceful the things she wants me to do with it. It's basically using me to convince Seokjin of whatever her request might be, because Seokjin likes me, and that would mean he might actually listen. 

"Am sorry?" I ask, wanting so bad for this to be some bluff session. I don't think Seokjin would appreciate it if he found out this was happening behind his back. "I want you to talk him into coming home, you have the power to do it. Plus, it's his future on the line here, don't you care about that?" Way to guilt trip me into this, but it's not going to work, not like this. Slowly I am starting to think this meeting wasn't a coincidence at all, there is no way she just ran into me and thought about this. No wonder we are on this side of the street, in her car, and not outside, or in a restaurant or something.

"I do care about his future ma'am, but with all the due respect, that is his decision to make. I can't tell him what he can and can't do, he knows his future better than anyone, and he needs to make decisions like that on his own." I guess she doesn't like my answer much, as her face hardens, a clear vein popping somewhere on her forehead. She looks a lot less like Seokjin like this. "Even if they aren't the best decisions? He needs to put time into something substantial, and not literally play dress up with his future." She is clearly getting agitated by my lack of response, but I can't blame me, I see why Seokjin might have wanted to go away from her. To seek a sort of independence that she doesn't seem to get.

"Am sorry ma'am, but I can't help you with this one." I try to keep it polite, not wanting to sound rude, but still keeping the firmness in my voice to show her I am serious. She stares at me for a while, blinking severally before a small smile stretches on her lips, and she nods, a lot to herself than me. "If that's all, I should get going, it's getting late." She doesn't answer, but it's a response enough for me, so I grab the handle to open the car door, when, "how much?"

I turn my head around to find her fishing in her hand bag, before drawing out a cheque book, and a pen alongside. "How much would you like to do it for. Name your price and you'll have it." For this I am offended, that she thinks I would want her money to carry out her request, especially about Seokjin. And to think of how much adoration Seokjin speaks on her.

"I am sorry ma'am, I don't think you quite understood when I said I wouldn't do it. Not even money is going to change that. I believe Seokjin needs to choose for himself, right or wrong, it's his decision, and you can't buy that with money." She looks taken back by my boldness. I am too, and I realise it isn't ideal to talk back at her like this, but I can't help it.

"Everyone has a price Namjoon." She says, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Not me." I reply, this time not waiting for a response as I leave the car with blue. The tall buff guy is around, and he stares down at me threateningly, to which I just roll my eyes this time. I am about to leave when Miss. Soojin calls out to me from the window, I don't have anymore to speak to her about, but I do still give her the last of my attention, ready to leave.

"I trust you won't mention this to Seokjin..." She pauses, waiting my response, but only smiles when I don't answer, I can't promise her that, this involves Seokjin, and he needs to know. "...I'll be in touch." She nods to Dan, the tall buff guy, who pushes past me to get into the driver's seat.

The car veers off, leaving me in the evening with worries. What does she mean she will be in touch, and what was up with that mischievous smile?

One thing I should have known, was that today would mark the onset of our doom.