Jungkook.

The drive home is unusually quiet, the roaring engine, and the sound of wheels on the path, the only thing residing in the silent space. We rarely ride in the same car because of our different schedules, but whenever the opportunity presents itself we are always bubbly, talking about our day, sharing work ideas, making out...

We are too calm tonight, Seokjin's eyes focused on the world outside, while I stay on my phone. I would like to think I am clueless as to what this silence is about, I would love to be foreign to the tension that somehow lingers in the air, but I am not, I know what has led to this, what brought us to this place.

I was surprised to see Kim Namjoon earlier too, a little angry that I wasn't let in on the information that he was a part of BigHit. If I knew, there would definitely be a difference, a huge one per say. For starters this project wouldn't have been a thing, and he wouldn't have gotten to see Seokjin, or eye him longingly like he did earlier. It isn't particularly jealousy, more of worry of what this would do to Jin, to us. Jin is kind of fragile still, he has only put himself together recently, and this abruptness in reunion might mess him up. I hate Namjoon for that, I hate him for showing up, for being around now, and for being able to draw emotions, even in the slightest, from my fiance.

"You alright?" I ask, bringing him out of his thoughts. Oddly, I wonder what exactly he is thinking about, who, perhaps. He smiles at me, moving closer, and snuggling by my side, his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, just tired." He whispers, to which I hum, kissing his head.

"Did you know Namjoon was on the project?" I ask, narrowing my eyes when I feel him tense by my side.

We haven't talked much since the events earlier in the day. We haven't talked at all about Namjoon regarding the same. I wish we didn't have to, I wish he was just another casual ex of his, some guy he barely remembered, but he is visibly more than that. The guy has a print on our lives, and his presence must be accompanied by change despite what we want. I don't know if Jin was aware of Namjoon's relation with BigHit, but if he did, I would have liked it if he informed me of it, I would have wanted to know if he was around.

Thinking of it now, I should have just kept tabs on the man like I did years ago. Once we moved to the states I threw everything out, I let the story with Kim Namjoon be because we were halfway around the world, and he would have never been able to reach us. Seokjin and I had started a new life and there was no cause of worry of Namjoon ever popping back into our lives, this significantly may I add. I should have found out his where bouts as soon as we landed back in Korea. A little obsession maybe, but this is Namjoon we are talking about, and this is my fiance, one I can tell Namjoon has eyes on.

"I didn't know. Not until he walked through those doors today." He murmurs, sighing after. I feel a tad bit relieved with that answer, at least he he didn't know, and wasn't keeping it from me like I thought initially, he doesn't lie, never does, and I appreciate that, especially now.

We spend the next minutes of the drive back in silence, lost in different, yet somehow similar thoughts. We are exhausted when we get home, the fatigue from the day's work starting to settle as we enter the familiar place.

"Appa! Daddy!" A weak, frail voice sounds just as we make our way to the living room, Jeonghan sleepily  stumbling down the stairs, almost tripping on his feet. The worried nanny behind him gasps, looking even more terrified when she spots me and Seokjin at the bottom of the stairs, the latter's face morphed into confusion. It's well an hour past Jeonghan's bed time, and I get why she would be worried of us scolding her for not putting the little one to bed on time.

Seokjin kneels down at the end of the stairs, bringing the six year old to his arms once he is close. "Sweety, why are you not in bed yet?" He asks worriedly, placing the back of his hand on the kids forehead, vaguely checking his temperature. Jeonghan is a good kid, always obedient, but he gives the help, and his nanny a hard time when it's time for bed. He would do anything, except for going to sleep without me or his Appa. Generally, we both try to be home, at least one of us if things are tight, but at times we both have hectic schedules, and Seokjin and I have talked to him about just letting nanny Ching put him to bed.

I smile as the kid sleepily rubs his eyes with a little fists, clutching the RJ plushie with the other one. He peers up at Seokjin, then at me, a small pout forming on his lips. "I wanted you and daddy to tuck me in." He mumbles lowly.

"But we've talked about this. You can't just stay up yet you have school tomorrow." Seokjin scolds lightly, smoothing over the creases on the boys pajamas. Every time Jeonghan would say he understands, but each time he would stay up and wait, or just throw a tantrum if they tried to get him to bed. I've always thought about it as cute, a little thoughtful and a wary trait of it.

Seokjin has always thought so as well, he would usually just brush it off with a sigh, then proceed to put the boy to bed, talk to him until he falls a sleep. It's just that tonight isn't a good night, things have happened today, not too much, but just enough to put him on edge. He is visibly tense, breath deep, and hands tightening around Jeonghan. He kinda just stares, eyes roaming the boy's features speechlessly. Jeonghan, now awake, stares back confused, taken back by the sudden silence.

"Well it's time for bed, champ. Come on." I say, moving forward to lift him onto my arms. He giggles tiredly as I tickle his sides, muttering daddy, and trying to push me away. I dismiss the nanny, who bows in apology several times before leaving the room. "Give Appa a kiss before we go..." I say to him, Jin smiling lightly as he stands up. He sticks out his face, Jeonghan shyly reaching out to kiss his cheek.

"And this side." Jin adds, turning his other cheek, both of us laughing when Jeonghan whines, shyly ducking his head on my chest. Jin doesn't move until the little one kisses him again, himself putting a peck on the Jeonghan's forehead before letting him go. "Goodnight." Jeonghan shouts in English, waving at his Appa as we disappear down the hall.

It takes me only a few minutes to get him to sleep, the kid lulling off to me petting his hair gently. I kiss him goodnight, before putting off his lamp and leaving his room. Seokjin is getting out of the shower as I enter our own bedroom, hair wet, and body covered with a bathrobe. He raises a brow, a bit confused at how fast that went. "That quick?" He questions. I smile at him, moving to the vanity to take off my cuffs. "He was tired, little guy was just waiting to see us before sleeping."

He nods, eyeing me through the mirror when I take off my clothes. He visibly flames up at the nakedness, somehow still shy after all these years. Smirking, I move into the bathroom to take a quick shower myself.

The silence, and the relief of getting  hot water down my body relaxes my muscles. My mind clears, but fills at the same time, thoughts from earlier taking over me once more. I just can't keep off it, the insecurity that comes with Namjoon being around, the defense that I am already putting up despite the lack of fight.

I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't feel any type of way about this. Seokjin loves me, he is mine now, has been for seven years, we are even getting married. Kim Namjoon coming back into our lives shouldn't be a problem. He might be the man who Seokjin would have given anything for, loved with all his breath, but that was seven years ago, that was way before he broke, and left him. There is no need to fret about anything.

Now I feel selfish for thinking about myself, for giving myself too much thought while my fiance is right out the door, probably more affected than I am. He was hurt badly back then, and surely the sight of Namjoon - despite the time and the healing he has had -might still be sour. He might be reeling while I am here thinking of myself.

I dry up, wrapping a towel around myself before moving out of the room. He is seated on the bed, still in his robe, going through his phone, probably his schedule for tomorrow. He might be good at camouflaging anxiety, and fear, but I can always read through him, I know when he is troubled, I can tell when he is worried.

He finally spots me by the door, raising a brow when I just stare at him. He wouldn't want me to know, but I can tell he is deep in thought, plagued by them just like I was earlier. "Why are you just standing there, come to bed." He urges.

"Are you ok with this?" I ask instead. I need to know if this is too overwhelming, if he thinks he can't be in the same environment as him. If so, I need him to know I am here for him, for his worries, and troubles, and if there is anything I can do to change that, rest assured I am gonna do it in a heartbeat. He looks lost for a minute, but a clear look at my face and he finally gets what I am talking about.

He lets out a breath, looking away, while I walk to sit beside him on the bed. "I am ok, kookie."

"You didn't look so in the office." I am quick to point out, accusing. I saw it, and he knows I did. He looked like he was near a mental break down. All I need is for him to tell me it's too much. I need him to do so, so we can do away with Namjoon. He doesn't take any offense, nodding in along to assert my claims. "I was just surprised, I wasn't expecting such as scene, that's all." He says, sighing after, but I am not convinced, if perhaps it's more than that, if something can be done...

"I know the deal is done, but we could still go back, we'll pay a couple of millions, but -"

"- No" he cuts off, stern. His eyes are wide, and he shakes his head in disagreement immediately. "No, we are not taking back the deal. We've worked so hard on this, it wouldn't make sense." He looks away for a second when I don't relent, letting out a breath to calm himself. I would hate to stop this project from going through, Seokjin and his team have worked too hard on it, hundreds of hours and loads unreclaimable efforts, but I wouldn't hesitate to put a pause onto it if I deem it unhealthy. I am still the CEO, and even though he would hate it, I would need to take necessary action if needed.

"This project is everything, not just to me but everyone as well, it wouldn't be fair to terminate this because of something so meaningless..." He pauses, pursuing his lips before fixing his gaze on mine. "...the thing with Namjoon, if your worried about that, don't be. That was a long time ago, it shouldn't affect us now." I would like to believe him, but like I said before, Kim Namjoon left a print on lives in so many ways, prevention would be so much better than searching for a cure later on.

He seems to catch onto my hesitation, leaning forward to take my lips into a kiss. Soft but intense. "Don't worry about that..." He whispers, pulling away. It's impossible not to worry, and I open my mouth to protest but he captures my lips again. Almost immediately, I get the feel of desperation and hunger in his touch, rushed and hasty. He is trying to distract me, perhaps himself too. Regardless, it's working, he his getting his way with this.

I've never been able to resist him, his body to be specific, and I find myself towering over him, his body beneath mine. It's hungry and lust driven, lips clashing with his passionately. My mouth finds his neck, sucking and nipping at his skin, desperate to leave a clear mark, a claim on him. He is mine, only mine.

He moans at my actions, pulling me close, as my hands and lips roam every part of him. Touching and marking. Lusting and loving. I can't explain it, whatever rushes in my veins, whatever it is that is burning, thirsting and pushing me to take him so desperately. I need him, I need him  badly, to reclaim, to make him mine. I need to remember he belongs to me.

Its possession, this incomprehensible need to have to him, to make him mine. It's jealousy and anger, rooting from something deep, something from way back as seven years. It scares me at times as well, but it's there, and it eats me everyday, pushing so he could belong with me. I don't know how long I mark him, but he is begging my the time I am finished, his fingers working undone the towel around my waist, lips searching mine urgently.

He strokes me, humming around my fingers when I probe three onto his lips. He arches off the bed as they find themselves into his lower hole, moaning loudly when I catch one of his swollen nipples into my mouth. He has always been a vocal lover, one of the best I have ever had really, never scared to show how much fun he is having, regardless of whether he is giving of receiving.

His legs find their way on their side of my hips, open and spread, his now wet palm stroking, and guiding me to his heat, all while he whimpers and moans out obscenities in our hasty, quick encounter. He has succeeded in taking my mind off everything, but that doesn't mean I won't think about it later.

Namjoon might be back, but regardless Seokjin is mine, always been.