Namjoon was seated at the desk in his room, writing furiously on his paper.

I had no idea what it was he was writing. Whenever I tried to look, he would glare at me and hide it like it was some secret he had to protect with his life. Maybe it was.

I figured it was something about a new heist, so I tried not to be too annoyed. It was none of my business, after all.

I was laying on the bed, staring over at him. I felt exhausted. I hadn't slept well in weeks, as everytime I closed my eyes I ended up dreaming about Jin. It kept me up and prevented me from getting rest, and people could definitely tell. It was starting to take its toll on me.

I tilted my head over to look into the mirror, and the first thing I noticed was dark circles under my eyes, and red lips swollen from my violent teeth. I had taken to biting them a lot more than usual, and my lips seemed to be screaming for me to stop.

Turning my head back over to Namjoon, I stared at the way his hair was lightly falling over his forehead. It was starting to grow longer, and the colour was fading.

I wondered if he would go back to his natural colour, or if he was going to dye it again once it had faded enough.

His tongue lightly poked out of his parted lips in concentration as he tirelessly wrote whatever it was he was thinking. His eyelashes curled out and caught the light coming in from the single window in the room, causing them to look like they were glowing.

The curve of his nose left a shadow on his cheek, and I admired the structure of the artwork that made up his face.

He sighed deeply, setting his pen down and turning to look at me as he put away his paper.

"Come here then." I grinned and stood up quickly. I was in his lap in less than a second, curling my body into his and resting my head on his shoulder.

"What's on your mind?" One of his hands moved to brush through my hair, the other holding my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"What's on your mind?" I kissed his neck softly before leaning back to look at him.

"Today. We have somewhere to go today." I got up at his words, moving to find new clothes. I was wearing ripped jeans and a simple t-shirt, not my usual outfit for going out anymore.

His hand caught my wrist and he pulled me back to him, catching me easily.

"No, we don't have time to change." His breath was fanning against my neck, and I tried not to squirm feeling his lavish lips barely brushing against my skin.

"Besides, you already look perfect." I blushed, entranced by his voice, and his touch.

Slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss to my neck before he let me go, standing up and taking my hand. He led me out without another word, pulling me past everyone else, who didn't seem to notice, save for a smirking Star, sitting on a sleeping Suga's lap. She gave me a cheeky wave just before I slipped out of the door.

Namjoon let go of my hand and rushed to his car, leaving me far behind, with my shorter legs unable to keep up with his limber strides.

He opened the door to the backseat and struggled with something for a second. When I got to the car, he opened the passenger side for me, and I grinned, not used to seeing him be so gentleman-ly. I sat down and buckled myself in, biting back a gleeful smile.

When I turned to look at him, something smacked into my face, and Namjoon groaned. I looked at the bouquet that he had dropped in my lap. I laughed as I saw him standing there, a deep red coating his cheeks.

"Shit! Fuck, I'm sorry- that was bad, uh, anyways." He closed the door, avoiding my eyes and walking around to the driver's seat.

He didn't speak as he started driving, and I held in the laughs, not wanting to upset him.

"Thank you, Namjoon-ah." He nodded, turning his head to give me a quick smile.

"J-Hope said something about you liking forsythia. I don't know, he was probably wrong-"

"It's perfect. They're my favourite." I admired the flowers in my lap, though they were a bit crumpled, having broken apart a little bit when they hit me.

"Why though? I mean, I love it, but you didn't have to do this for me. Especially since we're going on a job and all, I just don't understand." I hoped I wasn't insulting Namjoon, I did appreciate it. I appreciated everything that he did for me. I appreciated him. Every part of him. I tried not to cloud my head with explicit memories, focusing on the flowers instead.

"We're not going on a job." He spoke briskly, avoiding my question. I looked at him in confusion, but I knew better than to question him further. I wouldn't be getting anything out of him. He could keep secrets better than anyone else I have ever known.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, and I spent most of it admiring the flowers, gently brushing my fingers against the petals and smiling to myself.

It hadn't been too long until Namjoon parked. He reached behind him and I noticed the bag in the back. He opened it and I didn't know whether I should feel lucky or unlucky.

Clothes.

I stared in surprise as he unbuttoned his shirt before pulling a simple t-shirt over his head, the ripples of his muscles visible against his clear skin.

He caught my eye and smirked as he took his shoes off, and I saw the jeans peeking out of the bag.

Oh, shit. I'm completely, utterly fucked.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as his fingers reached for his pants, unbuttoning them. I gulped as he let them pop open, a teasing strip of skin peeking out.

He slipped the jeans down slowly, shimmying them down at a rate that should be illegal. Too fucking slow.

I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. He would win this one, I was fine with that. I was completely fine with this.

He kicked his pants off, and I stared at his bare legs, looking at the lean muscle, at the perfectly sculpted legs, slowly being covered by the jeans.

He suddenly jerked them all the way up and buttoned them quickly.

I trailed my eyes up to his, not hiding my embarrassment and disappointment at the very sudden, very un-climactic ending to his little show.

"Don't pout butterfly, there's plenty of time for that later. For now, I have lots of plans for today. Let's go."

He got out of the car, holding his hand out to stop me from moving. He rushed around the car before opening the door for me, and I grinned, grabbing his offered hand and letting him help me out of the car.

The forsythia left in the car, I took his hand and let him lead me through the town. He pulled a hat out of his pocket and pulled it over his head. Before I could complain, he slipped another one over my head, pulling it down over my eyes.

I pulled it up pouting, and he grinned, poking my nose. Quickly covering ourselves with hoodies, and we were inconspicuous.

We walked through the town, looking just like everyone else, like everyday people, and I almost forgot myself. For the moment, I let myself pretend that we were normal, that no one had been hurt on our hands. I let myself pretend that we were a blissfully innocent couple.