"Yeah, I'm a bit dangerous, I can't even handle myself. Don't worry, my hands, they're only warm for you."

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The day went by faster after the two songs were completed, so Namjoon and Rein spent most of the day talking, reading, and browsing social media from time to time. The studio felt calmer than when she worked to write lyrics for BTS, and maybe that was because of her different relationship with Namjoon, as she almost dreaded coming in because of him before.

She was unproductive around him, to simply put it. Now, she was just a little better about work management, but things other than nervousness deterred her from being as productive as possible.

Jimin came in periodically throughout the day to deliver snacks, and Taehyung tagged along with him sometimes, just to steal some. It seemed to be Jimin's hobby to harass Yoongi by taking off his headphones and chatting with him about what he did during the time he was away. (thirty minutes worth of content, at least)

Yoongi didn't have the heart to tell him to leave him alone, but he seemed to have no qualms with telling Taehyung to fuck off.

Hoseok was the first to notice Rein and Namjoon's questionable behavior other than Yoongi, who just rolled his eyes when this was brought to his attention.

"You guys are being awfully friendly with each other," Hoseok commented, wiggling his eyebrows. Namjoon laughed, maybe a little too loudly to sound natural.

"That's because we're friends. Maybe you should get some," he said, patting him on the shoulder. Hoseok flipped him off playfully and left the studio, looking between the two of them one last time before shutting the door.

It all felt so mundane, so normal, to be around them like this, like they had known each other for years beforehand and this was just a slice of life from the outside looking in. Rein surprised herself with how much she bonded with her fellow humans; she never took the time to do that with her LA companions, nor did she care to. 

Guess they were just that special. 

Rein admired the sky changing colors for a while in the afternoon, and when she checked her watch to see what time it was, she realized it was time to go home for the day. Yoongi was the first to pack up.

"I'm heading out," he said simply.

"You're usually the last one to leave," Rein said, confused. Yoongi shrugged.

"Eh. I'm finished with my beats. I'm gonna order some take-out and call it a day," he said as he put on his jacket and beanie, matting his now washed-out mint hair down.

"Have a good evening!" Rein called after him, then checked her watch again. She probably wanted to leave now if she wanted her driver to beat the rush-hour traffic. 

"Is there anything else to do before I head out?" Rein asked, putting on her coat. Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, then motioned to the couch.

"I believe you owe me something after last time," he said as he stepped closer to her.

"I don't believe I owe you anything, Mr. Kim," she replied, but sat on the couch anyway, curious as to what he had planned. He sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh.

"So you weren't teasing me at all today?" he murmured, very close to her now. Rein's breathing became shallow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Namjoon chuckled, sending shivers down her spine.

"Then, shall I show you?" His fingers brushed her inner thigh, but his eyes were still trained on her as if he weren't doing anything out of the ordinary. Her lips quivered, and she nodded.

He pounced on her, kissing her as if he had been starved. His passion was almost overwhelming, but she tried her best to keep up with her own heat, tugging his hair to elicit groans as she straddled his lap, just how he liked it. 

Soon enough, he had her pinned on the couch and was touching her anywhere his hands could reach, and all she could do was squirm and gasp from underneath him.  She supposed it was almost like revenge for what she did to him earlier.

She didn't realize just how sweet it was.

Namjoon grabbed a fistful of Rein's shirt and put his mouth to her ear. She felt deliciously trapped with nowhere to go. Like prey.

His prey.

"I think this would look better on the floor," he whispered. She moaned softly, arching her back in eager agreement. Unfortunately, his destructive nature shined in its full glory when in his carelessness, he popped every button off of her shirt, sending them flying every which way. They clattered to the floor sadly as Rein looked on in dismay.

"Namjoon!" she cried, clutching her shirt. Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed, and he jumped up to collect the buttons.

"I'm so sorry!" he said, and he genuinely seemed to mean it. "I'll, uh, I'll pay for it!" Rein giggled and grabbed his wrist to pull him back on top of her, taking him by surprise. He dropped the buttons on the ground again.

"Shh... Forget about it," she said and pressed her mouth to his once more.

<WARNING: SMUT AHEAD>

She gripped his hair as his hands went lower and hovered just around her jeans. They were light against her stomach, purposefully teasing. Kissing him harder, she took his hand and guided them to do what she wanted.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Namjoon said. Surely, he could feel how wet she was, but he said nothing to indicate that he did. Hooking his fingers under her panties, he yanked them off and settled his fingers exactly where she wanted them. Rein moaned into his other hand, which had flown up to cover her mouth at that exact moment.

A safety precaution, to be sure.

Taking his hand off of her mouth, she steadied her voice before speaking.

"Are you sure? In the studio?" Her lust wouldn't have let her made a sound decision on her own, so she relied upon Namjoon to do the better thing, the safer thing. However, his judgment appeared to be impaired, as well.

"Why not?" he said with a devious smile. Rein scrutinized at him for a second, then lowered her head back against the couch, letting him continue. To be frank, she didn't give a shit at this point, studio or not. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying out as Namjoon ran a finger along her wetness, exploring what she felt like. She spread her legs to give him better access.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rein saw his expression, how concentrated it was. She would have found it cute if not for the circumstances.

Looking up, he asked, "Do you want me to stop?" She shook her head vigorously, and Namjoon went back to his work. She tensed as he slipped a finger inside her. His rhythm was constant enough for her to get used to, but her moans were getting too loud to be ignored by anyone in the building. Rein pulled his face closer by his shirt collar and crashed his lips to hers.

His finger pumped faster, forcing her to grip his hair for dear life. It was getting harder to stop herself from making a sound as her hips bucked up in time to his movements. Then, as if it couldn't get any better, he began to rub her clit with his other hand. She yelped at the sudden stimulation, but began to ease into it as he kept pace with his thrusts.

How did he get so good at this? 

Namjoon's lips twist into a smirk, like he enjoyed how shameless he made her feel, making her throw away her dignity for just a little more. This was certainly not what she expected from him that day, but she was far from opposed to it.

His pace started to lose any semblance of rhythm, and she could feel his erection prodding her thigh. She knew he wanted her, but was just waiting until she finished. Rein squirmed from under him, moaning each time he hit her sweet spot. She clenched her walls around his fingers as she felt her impending release.

"Fuck... I think I'm gonna-"

<END OF SMUT SCENE>

"Wait, I think I hear something..." Namjoon whispered.

She looked to the side with half-lidded eyes and saw a silhouette at the door. With wide eyes, she pushed Namjoon off of her and put her clothes on in a frenzy. Something was missing.

My shirt.

Absolute terror translated onto her face as realization dawned on her. She grabbed her coat just in time as someone opened the door.

Of course, it had to be Yoongi.

"When I told you to 'just fuck already', I didn't mean right on the couch," he said, striding in with the grace of a cat as Rein and Namjoon followed him with their eyes, jaws slack.

"Oh, no, we weren't-" Namjoon cut Rein off with his own inquiry.

"Do you need something?" he asked, shaking the arousal out of his voice. Yoongi turned to him with a bemused expression.

"I just forgot my other computer here," he said. "So, what were you guys up to?" Rein glanced at Namjoon before replying.

"We were... discussing something." 

"I wish I had discussions like that more often, especially ones that make the buttons on my shirt fall off," Yoongi said with a grin. Rein's eyes widened as she glimpsed down at her hand, knuckles white from clutching onto her shirt. She promptly gathered the buttons on the ground and stuck them in her coat pocket while Yoongi looked on with a smirk.

"Uh, we were just leaving," Namjoon said, gathering his things as if to prove his statement. Yoongi shrugged his shoulders.

"If you say so. Well, don't let me interrupt your couple time." 

"We're not a couple!" Rein and Namjoon said in unison, but Yoongi was already walking out by then, paying no heed to their cries of denial. After Rein ensured he was gone for sure, she let go of her breath.

"Never. Again," she said through gritted teeth. "What the fuck was I even thinking? Now Yoongi will probably tell everyone..." Namjoon tried to calm her down by putting a hand on her arm, but she jerked away.

"Who is he going to tell? The most he'll do is bother me about it for a few months," he reassured. 

"We shouldn't have been doing that in the first place!"

"So, you rather would have not...?"

"That's not what I said! I'm just embarrassed!" Rein exclaimed. Namjoon put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, helping her to relax a bit.

"He really doesn't care. There have been worse things that happened on that couch, anyhow," he said. "Besides, I'm sure he didn't see anything... vital." As Rein contemplated on that piece of information for a moment, he pulled on his scarf and coat.

"Ready to go?" he asked. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Where are we going?" He tilted his head.

"Home, obviously? Where did you think?" She grabbed him by the scarf and pulled him in, relishing the shocked expression on his face.

"Oh, we're not leaving, Mr. Kim," she said before connecting her lips to his. He kissed her back, throwing down his coat and scarf when it became evident she was not letting him go so easily. When he pulled away, he wore a smirk.

"So... What exactly will we do to keep ourselves busy here?" he asked. Rein speculated he already knew the answer to that. But, just to clarify, she lied down on the couch and began to take off her clothes, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. Namjoon stepped towards her as if mystified.

"You should finish what you started," she said. And with that, he did as he was told.

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A/N: 안녕 여러분! I hope no one was scarred by the smut scene... but please comment/vote if you enjoyed the chapter haha. I'm not ready for school to start yet! Two weeks of my freedom left. Sigh. Anyway, onto the QOTD!

QOTD: What are your top 4 favorite kpop songs? It doesn't have to be BTS.

THERE ARE TOO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM! I want some song recommendations so this is a convoluted way of doing it lol...

1. Insomnia by Stray Kids

2. Moonlight OR Dimelo by KARD

3. Love Maze OR A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone by BTS OR YOUNG by Baekhyun & Loco

4. Talk Talk by Girl's Generation (I grew up on GG in Korea so they'll never leave my favorites list HAHA)

Until next time, happy reading!

-Haneul xoxo