The next day finally came and you had asked Namjoon what time he wanted to meet up and where. Nova had already left a few hours ago to meet up with Hoseok. You finished drying your hair after taking a quick shower and slipped your hotel-provided cotton robe off, hanging it on a hook in the bathroom. You squeezed your legs into your favorite pair of grey, ripped skinny jeans and a black ZZ Top tank top. You were almost done getting ready, and it was nearly time for you to head out when you heard your phone buzz.

Moving to sit on the bed, you checked the screen.

Hey! Sorry to ask this. But do you think you'd mind meeting me at my dorm? I'm trying to finish up some last minute work related things. - Namjoon 

Yeah, sure. I'll head that way now. You sent back before shoving your feet into your sneakers. You slipped on a light, thin cardigan and went to grab your bag and head outside to hail a cab.

Thank you~ - Namjoon He replied back as you headed out of your hotel room.

Quickly finding a cab, you gave them the directions you had written down in your phone and headed off. You leaned your head on the cool glass, your breath making the window fog up. You watched life move around you, this was the first time you had been all by yourself in some time. The drive to Namjoon's studio wasn't very far, but it gave you time to breathe.

Before long, you were pulling up to the front of the large complex and, now that the sun was out, you were able to see the top of the enormous skyscraper. It almost touched the clouds, and the sleek silver building mocked the others around it with its splendor.

Instantly you felt out of place. The last time you were here, it was in the middle of the night and there wasn't a soul around save for the receptionists. People milled about now, business men and women in expensive suits passed you. You were surprised that none of them looked down their noses at your ripped jeans and see through cardigan. You tread lightly, feeling like if you took one wrong step and bumped into something you'd be in debt 1.7 million.

The white color scheme of the room wasn't nearly as blinding now that your eyes didn't have to adjust from pitch black darkness. Quickly wandering through the lobby, you headed up in the elevator to their apartment door and knocked a few times before waiting patiently for someone to answer.

The door soon opened and Jin stuck his head out.

"Oh! Y/N! Come in." He beamed down at you, pulling the door open wider to let you inside.

You offered him a large smile and your thanks before stepping inside. "You look so handsome, Jin." You decided to comment on his professional attire. He was wearing a pair of sleek black slacks and his white dress shirt was tucked into them, the top three buttons undone to hint that he was still getting dressed when you arrived. The shirt was just tight enough to show off his swimmer's body - Namjoon had told you that the man was athletic - but not so tight that it left nothing to the imagination.

"Yes, yes i know~" He flashed an arrogant smile towards you and winked. He was cocky and confident, but within reason. He was a very handsome man and he knew it. "But enough about me, let's have a look at you!" He took your hand and twirled you around, making a show of looking you up and down. The mesh material of your cardigan flowed out as you spun and you giggled. "You make casual look damn good!" He praised you but in a way that didn't make you uncomfortable.

You laughed lightly at the approving gleam in his eyes before asking, "Is Namjoon here?" You glanced around, not seeing him in the adjoining open rooms.

"Yeah, he's in his office." Jin nodded, gesturing for you to follow as he guided you down the hall.

You followed quietly after him as he led you to a room you hadn't explored before. You didn't hear any sounds within, but soon you realized it was because it was sound proof.

Jin looked back at you and covered his lips with his long, slightly crooked finger before opening the door. You both were greeted with the rhythmic voice of Namjoon as he seemed to be recording lines for a song you hadn't heard before. However, you were unsure of the language as you couldn't really understand any of the words. 

You peeked inside to see Namjoon passionately rapping into a microphone as he stared at his phone. He was scrolling through the words on the screen and you tiptoed into the room, trying hard not to disturb him.

For a moment you were mesmerized, not even noticing that Jin had left and closed the door behind you. Remaining silent, as to not distract him, you waited in front of the door and just watched in silence.

The way the words flowed from his lips was hypnotizing, not missing a beat despite not speaking in his native language. You weren't even aware he spoke Japanese! The raw, raspy masculinity in his voice made you bite your lip, it was so sexy.

No mistake was made when this man was brought into the world.

Finally, Namjoon's words trailed off and he turned the mic off before looking over toward you. "Y/N." Even the way he said your name made it sound all the more beautiful. This man could whisper the origin of bubbles in your ear and you would hang on it like white on rice.

You offered him a shy smile. "That was amazing. I didn't know you spoke...Japanese?" The end came out as more of a question as you stepped closer to him. 

"Yeah, we cover a lot of our songs in Japanese for the fans." He explained, taking off his headset and setting it off to the side. 

"That's amazing." You weren't surprised. From what you had learned about the group, you could tell that they would do practically anything to make their fans happy. He smiled and those adorable dimples appeared as he stood up. The air buzzed suddenly like it always did and you welcomed the electricity.

He began to approach you which made your pulse quicken slightly, but a knock at the door brought his footsteps to a halt. 

"Yeah?" He called past you, shifting his gaze from you to the door as it opened.

You turned as well to see who it was, but quickly averted your gaze as you noticed it was Jimin. For a moment, even he seemed surprised to see you here as well. But he quickly masked it as he brought his attention back to Namjoon.

"Did you finish recording the track?" He asked as he stayed in the door frame.

"Just finished. Though this would have been done days ago if you hadn't ditched us after dance practice." He responded with a sting of irritation to his tone.

"I told you, I had something important to do." Jimin said, returning the attitude.

"What's more important than making sure our cover album gets finished?" Namjoon questioned with a glare.

You didn't look, but you could feel Jimin's eyes on you. The wheels turned in your head and your brows flicked up a bit. Did he leave the other guys that night to come meet up with you? Was that why his phone was going off like crazy at dinner? You frowned, he had told you that he was bored, and you hated being lied to. What's more is that he had left work and put the group behind just to hang out with you and you weren't sure that was okay with you.

There was silence from Jimin before he answered vaguely, his words dripping with arrogance. "There was just something I had to do." You could almost feel him shrug behind you. You didn't like his indifferent tone of voice.

Namjoon shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered dismissively. You could tell that he didn't want to argue with Jimin, and you were glad that he was taking the high road. "I'll have the track submitted to the director before I leave." He finished, waving Jimin away who seemed to take the hint and leave the room.

You were almost holding your breath at this point, but when you heard the door close you glanced back to make sure he was really gone before breathing out.

Namjoon seemed to notice your discomfort and looked at you questioningly. "Are you okay?" He asked carefully.

"What?" You said, quickly shooting your head up to look at him. "Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." You said, waving your hands back and forth as to not worry him.

Silence filled the space between you as his calculating eyes searched yours as if looking at a road map. You could tell that he wasn't satisfied with your answer. "Are you sure? Are you feeling well?" His brows knit with concern and it tugged at your heart. He closed the distance between you in the small room and raised a hand, gently placing it upon your forehead to feel your temperature.

You reached up to gently grab his hand. "I'm fine." You tried to reassure him again with your soft tone, pulling his hand down to your lips to plant a sweet kiss on his knuckle.

His disbelieving gaze softened and his face relaxed as he smiled down at you. He let the subject go for the time being. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to your forehead. You let his kiss ease your mind. There was so much tension between them already, and you hadn't been around them enough to know whether it was normal band banter or if you were the cause. You hoped desperately that it wasn't the latter.

"Okay. I just need to send an email to the director really quick then we can leave." He pulled his hand gently from your grasp and moved back over to the large desktop computer behind him. He sat down but spun back around to face you, "You look gorgeous, by the way." He gave you a heart stopping smile that made your head swim. You looked at the ground with a shy grin.

While he finished up his task, you busied yourself by looking around the small office. There were shelves on your right that matched the ones in his bedroom, only these were filled with figurines and stuffed animals. 

You walked around the room and came up behind him. His long fingers were typing furiously on the keyboard as he hurried to submit his recordings to the group's manager. You leaned down and wrapped your arms around him from behind and his fingers froze. He cleared his throat and began typing again, though this time it was noticeably slower. You smirked smugly to yourself. Like you, he was wearing a plain black tank top, and it gave you perfect access to his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, placing a soft kiss there.

You felt him gulp under your lips and you smiled against his skin. His voice came out husky and low, "You keep doing that, and we won't make it to the movie." Your eyes widened a fraction as his words resonated, sending a wave of heat through your entire body. You rested your chin on his shoulder and smiled. 

"I don't know what you mean."