Namjoon's wide hand encircles her small neck, his long digits pressing firmly against her pulsing carotid.

Her hand slides up his body, roving over his bulging abdominal muscles and chest through the fabric of his beige shirt.

Her breathing quickens as excitement pooled in her center and a tiny mewl escapes her lips when he pulled her body closer to his.

"Mia.." his deep dark tone crooned, his full bottom lip brushing against hers as he spoke.

She spreads her mouth to welcome him in as he breathed her air, whispering her name softly as leaned closer, pulling her into him by the waist.

"Mia..." he exhales softly as his tongue brushed hers gently.

"..Mia...."

"...Mia!"

She's immediately pulled from her daydream and blinks rapidly when Namjoons smooth voice morphs into the deep agitated tone of Yoongi.

"Huh?" She murmurs, locking eyes with the frowning blonde from where he sat in the engineer's chair. His index finger hovered over the space bar of the keyboard as he regarded her with concern.

"I said...how did that take sound to you?" He repeats with a quirked brow.

Mia sighs.

"I'm sorry. Could you play it again? " she shakes her head to clear it, making her short dark hair splay about against her flushed features.

"You weren't listening?" Yoongi says shortly and Mia rolls her eyes.

"Just play it again Yoongi.."

He regards her for a moment with serious eyes, his lips parted slightly as he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

"No. I think we're done for today...." he moves to turn away and Mia sits up in the chair against the wall.

"What? No, i..."

"Because your mind is definitely not here." Yoongi finishes nonchalantly.

"Yoongi.."

"It's fine Mia. This track is done honestly. We can start fresh next session and move on to the other song...." he shrugs, looking at her from the corner of his eye to watch her wilt at his words.

She was in rare form, no make-up, her pale pink lips poking out in a pout. She wore a graphic T-shirt that covered her chest and mid-drift with thin black leggings that wrapped around her long legs.

Yoongi didn't know her well at all outside of working with her. But she seemed out of sorts during their entire session, spacing out and just not seeming like her usual sharp, witty self.

"Are you ok?" Yoongi finally asks.

"Yea..why?" Mia frowns, sitting back to slouch in the seat as she picked up her phone.

Yoongi tilts his head and leans back in the chair.

"It's none of my business but..."

"I kind of saw you with Namjoon before the performance....and then those marks on your neck..."

Mia reaches up self consciously at his words and blushes with embarrassment.

"If you wanna talk or just need someone to listen...I know I don't seem like the warmest guy but.."

Mia shifts uncomfortably and continues to rub her neck, averting her gaze.

"...like I said it's none of my business.." Yoongi relents, sensing her hesitation, and wheels back to turn in his chair, tapping at the keyboard and clicking the mouse distractedly.

Mia watches him, taking in his handsome side profile and the shape of his hooded pretty cat-like eyes as he scanned the large computer monitor.

His bleached bangs laid messily against his forehead underneath a black hat with silver rings lining the brim.
His baggy black v-neck laid over his lean yet toned body and he slouched attractively as he worked in silence.

Her eyes caught on his hands, his thick veined, masculine, milky white hands as they moved over the controls and she gulps silently at the impure thoughts as they sneak into her mind.

She never noticed how effortlessly hot he was, being too focused on recapturing Namjoons attention.

Yoongi is saving their unmixed tracks from that session and is about to shut the program down.

"You're right..." Mia finally speaks as Yoongi stood to press the power button on the monitor. He turns his head curiously at the sound of her voice and pauses.

"It's not really your business .....but....not like I have any friends or anything." Mia looks away shyly when his dark eyes focused on her longer than she expected.

"Me either," Yoongi smirks and plops back into his seat, and turns it to face her.

The hum of the computers dulled to silence and suddenly the air in the small studio thickens as Yoongi and Mia sat alone.

"So...." Yoongi strums his fingers along the arm of the chair, swaying side to side.

"So...?" Mia rubs her arm nervously.

Yoongi lifts his brows and looks at her expectantly.

"What do you want me to say?" Mia chuckles nervously.

"Whatever you want to tell me." Yoongi shrugs.

Mia wasn't used to anyone showing interest in her for anything other than her looks and the idea of opening up to Yoongi made her nervous and slightly defensive.

She switches her posture, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest along with her legs.

"You don't have to act like you don't already know things about me Yoongi. I'm sure Namjoons told you. Or someone else..." she arches her brow. 

Yoongi shrugs as he continued to sway in the wheeled chair.

"All I know about you is that you have an amazing voice. One of the best I've heard in a while. I don't gossip, and from what I've noticed neither does Namjoon..." his jaw tensed at the mention of his name when he notices Mia's expression soften.

"What's your story with him? He's your ex?" Yoongi presses, narrowing his eyes.

"Something like that..." Mia uncrosses her legs and Yoongi can't help but follows the lining of her thighs up to her wide hips.

"So the other night..." He looks back at her face and Mia blushes with her frown.

"..that was...I don't know. A mistake. I thought when I moved back to Seoul that things between him and I would pick up where we left them...where I left them..." she trails off.

"I did some stupid shit. Then and now. But I don't think there's a chance for us anymore...especially after what happened..."

Yoongi furrows his brow.

"You know he has a girlfriend right?" he asks with amused eyes and Mia smirks.

"Don't I know it? No need to keep reminding me..." Mia chuckles.

"You met her?" Yoongi tilts his head.

"Yea..a few times. She's ok..the cute smart type...basically the complete opposite of me." Mia mutters bitterly, looking away at a spot on the floor.

"I wouldn't say all that...." Yoongi's voice drops an octave as he took the opportunity to scan her body as she looked away.

Mia's eyes snap up to meet Yoongi's, but he doesn't shy away from her sudden gaze.

A hot blush runs over the rest of Mia's body and she suddenly felt small under Yoongi's sharp appreciative eyes.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" He continues after a beat and Mia nods without thinking.

Yoongi gestures to his neck, silently asking Mia about the marks.

"Oh...That. I poked the bear too hard and..." Mia shrugs.

Yoongi rears back and frowns.

"...Namjoon has a temper? Never pegged him for that type."

Mia lets out a breathy laugh and shakes her head.

" Oh don't let those dimples fool you....back when we were a thing, he was pretty wild. Scary even..."

"Scary?" Yoongi's frown deepens.

"He..." Mia hesitates, feeling a pang of guilt at discussing Namjoons personal business with Yoongi, still not understanding why she still feels an undying sense of loyalty to him despite his feelings for someone else.

".... let's just say he has his demons." she chooses to say and Yoongi seems to understand immediately.

"Oddly...I can relate to that." his mind goes to you and the rush of guilt flooding his mind almost overwhelms his thoughts until Mia pulls him out with her voice.

"...but he seems better now. I guess Song is the better person for him.."

"Song?" Yoongi pipes up.

"Yea, his girlfriend." Mia nods, trying to keep the bitterness from her tone. Yoongi wouldn't have noticed either way.

"Is that her first name or last name?" He sits up in the chair.

Mia shrugs and eyes Yoongi curiously.

"Why?.."

*

*scrolls..*

*scrolls........*

You set your phone face down against your desk with a  loud sigh, running your hands over your face.

Namjoon was a hit over the weekend, and you couldn't help but to check in on the Internet to see if anyone captured the performance you missed.

And of course, they did. From every angle.

"...so...stupid.." you repeated for the hundredth time since that night.

You were better than this. Smarter than this.

You knew getting involved with him posed its risks, but the risks you anticipated were more work-related than emotional. You thought getting involved with him would be fun, something to soften your heart and convince you to open up again.

Maybe convince you that all men weren't out to hurt you.

But yet again, you were wrong.

Your phone vibrated against the wood of the desk, but you didn't even bother flipping it over.

Namjoon had been calling and texting constantly, and as much as it would have made you feel better to answer the phone and give him a piece of your mind...

You knew the sound of his deep smooth voice would have you buckling, willing to give him an inch back into your good graces.

So you chose to ignore him until you were ready to talk and be done.

You clutched your car keys and dropped your phone in your purse when you left your office that evening.

A warm breeze blew through your hair as the sun began to set over the nearly empty parking lot and your eyes scanned over the pavement until they fell on your car not far from the entrance.

You stop dead in your tracks when you notice a tall figure perched on the hood of the familiar car parked next to it.

Namjoon straightens up when he sees you and tucks his phone into his back pocket.

The two of you locked eyes for a moment, the heavy silence wearing on your nerves as you wanted nothing more than to just get in your car and drive away.

But part of you foolishly couldn't.

You missed seeing his face and dammit he looked good. Even in his hoodie and cut-off jean shorts that stopped at his knees. His tan skin glowed beautifully in the sun as it sunk below the horizon, his eyes wide and sincere.

The night he left your apartment in a rush was the last intimate moment you shared and though you were avoiding his calls and leaving him on reading...

There was a part of you that still longed for his presence.

"Hey..." Namjoon breaks the silence, taking a few steps forward nervously.

You stiffen visibly as he drew closer but don't say a word. Namjoon sidles up to you, peering down to appreciate you in your casual work attire.

"You look beautiful." He says softly, his lips spreading into the smile that you missed.

But all you can see is his lips stained with the kiss of another woman and instantly you're angry.

"How long have you been out here?" ask coldly and Namjoon blinks in surprise.

"Um..couple of hours. I didn't want to miss you, I know you leave early sometimes." He responds carefully and nods slowly, looking over at his parked car.

"So what do you want?" You cut back to his face.

"To talk. Really talk. About the other night..." Namjoon inches a fraction closer.

"I don't really see what there is to discuss Joon." You take a step back., and he pretends not to notice.

"There's so much to discuss. So much to explain. I know what you walked in on looked sketchy but I promise you Song, it was NOT what it looked like.." Namjoon presses his hands together as he prepares to plead his case but you cut him off.

"You promise? Like you promised me that nothing was going on with you and Mia?" You scowl up at him and his eyes widen.

"There isn't! Hasn't been for years I swear."

"So why were you two together then?" You say louder than you intended and Namjoon winces at your tone.

He's never seen you angry before.

"Song I swear she came on to me and I kept telling her to stop but.." He shakes his head repeatedly and you scoff.

"At what point? Before or after she had a handful of your dick? I'm not doing this..." You huff as you try to brush past him to walk to your car and feel Namjoons fingers grazing your elbow as you reach for your door.

"Wait...Stop."

You snatch your arm back immediately and turn to press your finger into Namjoons chest.

"No, You stop! I trusted you. I went against my better judgment on so much shit and trusted you and you lied to my face. I opened up about my ex and you acted as if I'd wronged you. You're a liar Namjoon. And I don't want to be in love with someone who lies.."

"....in love?" he interrupts you and almost pants in disbelief.

"What?" you ask with a tone clipped with frustration.

A small smile tugs at Namjoons lips and a sudden flash of hope fills his eyes.

"..you said you don't want to be in love..but are you? Because.." he reaches for your hand as he spoke, preparing to bear his heart to you. But you weren't having it.

This wasn't supposed to be about how he felt.

You recoil from his attempt to touch you and place your hand on the door handle.

"I have to go Namjoon. I can't do this right now." you turn away to open the door and just as he did before, Namjoon shoves it shut. You struggle for a bit, wriggling the handle and using all of your strength to open it but every time a small seam of opening peels, Namjoon pushes it back to shut.

"Namjoon.." You close your eyes and exhale, saying his name in warning.

"No Song please don't leave you to have to listen.." he presses the weight of his body against the door, blocking the window, and places his hand over your wrist.

"Namjoon let go..." you warn again, trying to pull away when you feel his grip tighten.

"No...Just hear me out please.." he pleads desperately, squeezing your wrist tighter as you struggled to get free.

"You're hurting me Joon.." you whimper as you resisted but Namjoon doesn't hear you over his own rushed words.

"Please just listen!" he repeats, the tears already falling from his eyes as the two of you played tug of war against the car door.

"Hey!!" a voice carries over the dimming parking lot and both You and Namjoon freeze.

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Young, the security guard, makes his way over to you with concerned eyes.

Shit.

"Yea everything's fine man, just move it along." Namjoon hisses, waving his hand at him dismissively and you gape at his disrespect.

"Namjoon!" you scold between your teeth.

"Doctor? Do you need my help?" He looks to you with pointed concern and just as you open your mouth to respond...

"No, she doesn't need your fucking help." Namjoon barks at the security guard with so much hostility, that it catches you both off guard.

Namjoon lets your wrist slip from his hold as he turned to face Mr. Young, angling his body to block his view of you.

"Alright step away from Doctor Song sir.." Mr. Young reaches for something on his belt and Namjoon stiffens with rage.

"Or what? You're gonna blind me with your flashlight? " Namjoon begins to move towards Mr. Young and you scramble after to stop him.

"Namjoon stop!" You yelp as he charges the security.

"Id listen to her young man. Don't come any closer..." Mr. Young says with an even tone, not moving an inch as Namjoon got closed the gap between them in a few quick strides.

"Or what man? You don't  even have a gun.." Namjoon chuckles as he's only feet away.

He shoves at Mr.Young's chest when he reaches him but the older man barely moves.

He only squares his shoulders and locks eyes with the beast, letting him know that he wasn't intimidated. The two were the same height, Mr.Young having a bit more weight on Namjoon due to his age and years of security work.

"Mr. Young, he's having a manic episode, please don't..." You say as you lunge for Namjoons arm.

Although it was true, Mr. Young did not carry a firearm. But you knew what the Ex-Marine was capable of, having seen him take down a few patients experiencing similar attacks.

"I can handle this Dr.Song. You just step back.."

"Handle what old man?" Namjoon juts out his chin as the rage continued to bubble in his chest, effectively distracting him for you as you tried desperately to save him from himself.

"Namjoon please.." You groan as you reached out to pull his bicep back.

Your struggle continues but his rippling muscles only jerked roughly from your hold and you stumble.

The force from him pulling away knocks you backward, sending you to fall flat against the concrete.

You cry out involuntarily when the gravel scrapes against your wrists from trying to break your fall and both Namjoon and Mr. Young redirect their attention to you with wide eyes.

"Ms.Song! Are you alright?..Mr.Young exclaims and moves around Namjoon to reach for you.

Namjoon snaps out of his episode immediately to interject and thwart Mr. Young's efforts as he kneels to help you sit up.

Your arm smarts and you wince at the stinging pain on your scraped wrist and elbows.

Namjoon hurriedly begins dusting the dirt and rocks from your wound.

"Baby I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? I swear to god I didn't mean to.."

You silence him with the palm of your hand, swatting him away.

"Namjoon.......just...move..." you sigh as you help yourself to stand. He reluctantly obeys, taking a small step back.

Namjoon scoops up your keys and purse from the ground and you snatch the items from him angrily, continue to gather your wits, and dust the gravel from your backside.

"Do you want me to call the police Doctor?" Mr. Young pipes up and Namjoon doesn't even acknowledge him with so much as a sideways glance.

He was too focused on you and the blood now trickling down your arms and hands. You don't look at Namjoon, even though you can feel his eyes on you. You knew the next stage in his type of mania was setting in, the guilt of his rash actions.

But you didn't have the energy to indulge it.

You didn't have the energy to assure him that you were ok, that you weren't hurt.

Because that would be a lie.

"No..Mr. Young. Everything is fine. Thank you. This is just one of our patients....showing a bit of bipolar rage. But I think he's in control of himself now.." you say in the sterile voice of a medical professional and Mr. Young nods.

A dagger shoots straight through Namjoon at the dryness of your tone and the words you used to define his connection to you.

Just a patient.

"..he was just leaving. He won't be any trouble. Will you Mr. Kim?" You finally pay him a glance and he gasps.

"Mr.Kim?....Song..." Namjoon says with a wounded voice, and you bite back the tears welling in your eyes.

A large crack ripple over the hardness of Namjoons serious eyes as the pain of your words sets in. He backs away from you, giving you the distance he already knew you wanted.

Because in his mind, you had already detached yourself from him.

In a final attempt to connect, Namjoon steps forward with his hand reaching for you but you flinch and shake your head.

"Namjoon...just go home ok?" You try to remain cold, but the sheer brokenness in Namjoons changed demeanor nearly has you sobbing.

Namjoons face contorts in shame and regret as he realizes what he's done, and the sight of you recoiling again is the final nail in the coffin.

All of his progress...

All of his hard work on not being who he was before...

The Monster.

He looks away and wordlessly walks slowly towards his car, gets in, and drives away.