"You want to play what?" Namjoon asks, his back turned to you as he pushed scrambled eggs around in a skillet.

You sat on the edge of the table behind him, leaned back and bathing in the morning sun as it beamed through the glass.

"21 questions " you respond. Namjoon was shirtless and his grey sweats hung from his hips attractively. You studied his back and tilted your head. You kicked your bare legs as they hung over the side of the table. Wearing nothing but Namjoon's white t-shirt, the warmth of the sun glowed through you.

"Why? You don't think you know enough?... I told you last night that you know more about me than anyone." Scraping the eggs on two plates, placing toast and bacon on each, and nodding towards you to hop off of the table.

"I know you like your doctor, not your....." you pause after you jump to the floor.

"My..?" Namjoon pulls out a chair for you to sit then sits.

"See? Ok question one!..what is this" You gesture between the two of you.

Namjoons mouth is half full, one cheek bulging as he responds.

"What do you want it to be?" He swallows.
You hadn't taken the time to think about that. You've been too distracted by Namjoon's mischievous sexcapades to think.

"..well. I'm not sure. I've never experienced anything like this before. My last relationship....." you trail off and look down at your plate. As delicious as it looked, your stomach turned slightly at the thought of Yoongi.

You unintentionally remind yourself of your near run as Namjoon reaches over and touches your hand to bring you back.

"Hey...look. I'm not asking anything of you that you aren't able to give, remember? I really enjoy your company among other things" he smirks.

"...and I'm interested in seeing what happens from here. We don't have to rush and put a title on it right now since our situation is a bit...unique."

He calms you instantly with his words and you begin to eat.

"Your turn" you muffle out and swallow.
Namjoon laughs at your cuteness and looks around in thought.

"Hmmm....whats the highest number of orgasms you've ever had in a row?" He grins and bites his lip. You roll your eyes but can't help your smile.

"Are you serious?" You lift an eyebrow as if he didn't already figure out that answer.

"As hell!!" His face becomes serious.

"Three" you roll your eyes more dramatically and fork at your eggs.

"Sheesh...I bet I could beat that though "
Namjoon scoops the rest of his eggs into his mouth and inhales the toast.

"I bet you could....ok. So last night, with the paint and stuff. Was that the first time you've ever done that...or.." you look at your plate as your ears began to burn in embarrassment.

Why would you want to know that? As if it mattered.

Did it?

Namjoon stared at you until you peeked up at him through your lashes.

"Honestly? No, it wasn't the first time." He answered and continued to look at you, his expression unreadable.

Of course, that wasn't his first time. Why do you think he was so comfortable? The paintings you saw the first time you were in his apartment were probably from his past "forms of expression". Your feelings weren't hurt, but the voice inside of you, that part of you you didn't recognize, was green with envy.

"Ok cool. Your turn" you react nonchalantly to his answer, despite your true feelings.

"Cool?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, cool. Was that your question?" You finished your breakfast and stood to collect your plate along with Namjoons.

You turn your back to him as you rinse the plates and begin scrubbing the skillet.

"Wait...are you jealous?" Namjoon laughs in disbelief.

Shit...

"Not at all" you snap as you dry the dishes, still not facing him.

"Damn....you're jealous..."

You can feel him smiling behind you and it pissed you off and amused you all at once. Such a strange and unfamiliar combination of emotions.

You gasp when you feel a body press against you, a large cold hand snaking up the front of your leg, underneath the t-shirt, passing up your torso to cup your right breast.

"You know that's kind of sexy if you are.....shows you care" Namjoon spoke into your hair, nudging your head to turn so you expose your neck for him to feather little kisses on.

The feeling of his soft lips and his hand palming at you makes you hum passively.
You push back against him gently as you snap back to reality.

"Oh no, you're not seducing me again. I have work tomorrow and I prefer to have energy."
You try to turn and walk around him but Namjoon snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you down in a chair to sit on his lap.
Nuzzling his head into your breasts, you swat and pat at Namjoon until he stops to look up at you. Giggling like a child, his hair messy, smiling widely, all teeth and dimples.

It scared you how fond of this man you were becoming. There are some things the two of you had to work out between each other before anything else was done.

"I have a serious question Namjoon" you push his hair back off of his head so you could see his eyes.

"Since we've become intimate with each other...don't you think it would be best that I pass you along to a different therapist? I think we would both feel more comfortable if.."
Namjoon shakes his head before you could finish your sentence.

"I trust you. And I've opened up to you about things Id rather not repeat to another therapist, again. I'm good with staying one of your patients if you're good with it."

You squint your eyes at him and exhale.

"Fine. We'll see how it goes for now. But when we're in a session, it's all business. No flirting, no seducing, no Namjooning" you count off on your fingers all of the "no's" and Namjoon laughs.

"So I'm a verb now?" He leans in and glides his tongue up your neck and you squirm.

"This, what you're d..doing right..n now" you stutter as Namjoon bites and sucks at your neck.

"NAMJOONING!" You sing and try to escape his hold.

Just then the front doorknob of the loft wriggles and turns. A gentleman who appears to be not too much older than the two of you saunters in and covers his eyes immediately at the sight of the two of your cuddling on the chair. You realize you are half-naked turn your body away immediately. Namjoon allows it.
"Shit! I'm sorry man I didn't know you had company" the guy yelps and turns to leave.
Namjoon laughs and stands.

"It's cool Hyung. One second."

Namjoon turns to you.

"Your clothes are on the bed if you want to get dressed. I'm gonna go talk to the club owner and then maybe we can go see a movie before I take you back home? "

Namjoon grabs your hand and brings it to his lips before turning to head towards the club owner, who is waiting obediently by the door with his back turned.

You skip over to the bed, scoop up your clothes and slip into the bathroom.

After changing and freshening up, you peek out of the bathroom and find Namjoon dressed and looking delicious as usual.

You hated him for it.

"Hey, you ready?" He looks up at your from his phone and you nod.

"That was Jin, the club owner. The guy that helped me out when I first came to Seoul. He's also kind of like an A&R like me. There's a guy downstairs that, an artist that he wants me to meet. Could a be a potential resident here on club nights" Namjoon tells you as the two of you skip down the stairs leading to the club?
You look up after taking the final step and freeze. Your heart plummets and your breathing stops. At the bar in the distance stood 3 men; Jin, a younger-looking guy you assume is the artist and.....

Yoongi. Yoongi is here. In this club. Here.
You take a step back and stumble a bit, forgetting the stairs behind you. Namjoon turns to catch your arm before you land on your butt.

"Whoa, you ok??" He looks at you with concern.

You were shaking and all you could hear was your heart beating.

"Hey.." Namjoon stands closer to you, blocking you from anyone's view, and cups your face in his hands.

"What's wrong?" He asks, stroking your cheek.
You couldn't talk. You couldn't move. But you know you had to avoid attracting any unwanted attention.

"Uhm...my keys. I think I left my keys in your apartment." You lied quickly.

Namjoon lifts his eyebrow in suspicion but hands you his keys anyway.

"Ok, I'll be down here. These guys are waiting for me" Namjoon says and you nod, almost sprinting back upstairs as he turns.

When you enter Namjoon's loft, you shut the door and slide to the floor. It felt as if your heart was going to gallop out of your chest. You couldn't manage a decent steady breathe and you were shaking uncontrollably.

"This is a panic attack," your inner voice tells you...

Dammit dammit dammit

Breathe.....Breathe.........

Breathe...