You sat on your living room floor, laptop in your lap. Namjoon sat behind you on the couch with you planted in between his legs comfortably. He was engulfed in writing, his headphones blaring and his notebook perched on the arm of the couch as he scribbled. The tv played some random kdrama on mute while you tapped at the keyboard, scrolling through emails and replying to a few.

It was a quiet evening at your apartment, work was slow and uneventful. Namjoon surprised you with food at your doorstep, making your day a billion times better. You were happy to be in his presence without the pressure of feeling like sex was an objective. You could just sit in his lap and work while he did.

You groan when you feel his long fingers slide up from your nape and through your hair, massaging your scalp. Leaning back and shutting your eyes, you tilt your head into his touch. Namjoon gently scratches your head and snakes his other hand around your throat.

Excitement pools at your center when his fingers encircle your small neck. He adds a tiny bit of pressure, barely cutting off your airway but enough to make you feel submissive. Suddenly you feel lips pressing firmly against your forehead, making your eyes flutter open. Namjoon plants another full-lipped kiss on your nose, leaning over you from behind.

"What are you doing?" You giggle when he moves to smooch the apples of your cheeks.

"I'm giving you spiderman kisses." He mumbles, soft lips brushing your skin, his deep voice doing what it always did to you.

"What? " you burst out laughing but it's cut short when Namjoon tightens his grip on your throat only enough to make you gasp.

"You've never seen Spiderman? Seriously?" He pulls back a bit to look at you. You gaze up at him, upside down from where you were seated, and shrug.

"The scene when he saves MJ from being mugged in the alley...it's raining...she peels down his mask.." Namjoon continues, his voice rising and drawing out certain words in hopes of jogging your memory. You stare up at him blankly, your eyes wide and bottom lip trembling as you stifle another giggle.

"Wow. You poor uncultured thing." He sits back, releasing your throat.

"You're the one who understands English, Joon. I don't know many American movies besides the Titanic.." you pout.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that. I have a whole collection of American movies at my place...you have to understand my references." He moves to stand and you reach up to stop him.

"You're going to your place right now? To get a movie???" You whine pitifully, already missing his fingers in your scalp.

"Yes, I'll be right back! 20 minutes tops." He steps over you and fishes his keys from his pocket.
"Don't speed!" You warn and he laughs.

"Aww, you care about me or something?" Namjoon says on his way towards your front door. He pauses to look back at you cutely, biting his bottom lip and flashing his dimples.

"Dammit he's adorable," you say to yourself.

"No, I want to see Spiderman now. You've sparked my interest " you respond sarcastically.

Namjoon scoffs but doesn't stop to respond, only wanting to get to his apartment and then back to you as fast as possible.

"Well since you put it that way...I'll take my time" he turns to smirk at you before shutting the door behind him.

You sigh dramatically when you hear the click of the door. Your eyes ached from staring at your laptop for so long, Namjoon being a pleasant distraction. It had been a week or more since you decided to be in an official relationship and despite your previous fears, it had been pure bliss. The sex was mind-numbing, and the conversations were always stimulating. Namjoon could be a bit possessive and clingy but you were so used to being neglected that you welcomed the attention.

A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts, your head snapping in its direction.
You glance at the time and hum curiously. Then you roll your eyes after a thought occurs.

"Joonie..." you huff to yourself, rising from where you sat on the floor to cross the living room.

You reach for the door nob and chuckle lightly.
You turn the nob quickly.

"Don't tell me you forgot your.............."

You pause, voice failing you. You have no words as the air in your lungs rushed in to expand your chest.

Time feels as if it stopped. Nothing moved or made a sound, only the thumping of your heart made you aware of the danger standing before you. Every alarm in your body blared deafeningly as you stood in your open doorway, making eye contact with the man grinning just inches away from you.

You were frozen.

"....Y...Yoongi?" You finally say, your voice trembling just above a whisper.
He bites his bottom lip, taking a leisurely step forward over the threshold.

"Hey, baby...I missed you." He exhales.

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Namjoon pulls up to Persona in record time, blatantly disobeying his girlfriend's instructions concerning his safe driving.

He rushes through the small crowd, it being a weeknight. He makes it the stairs towards his loft quickly and pauses when he reaches his door.

It was already open, a crack in the door.

Every muscle in Namjoons body tenses immediately as nudges the wood of the door forward.

It's completely dark inside as expected, only the night sky and moonlight casting their light over the open space.

Namjoon moves cautiously, his entire demeanor ready to strike and defend if need be and scanning through the shadows.

He reached the center of the large room when suddenly a light switch is flicked. He jumps and whirls around on his heels immediately.

Leaning against the wall near the front door comfortably was Mia.

She was poised like a snake, her hip bones exposed below a black bralette and leather jacket. Matching ripped leather pants stretched over her long thin legs and a heeled boot tapped the wall.

"Hey Monster..." she smirks wickedly.
"Mia, what the fuck?" Namjoon spits, running his hand through his wild hair in exasperation.

"Did I scare you? Awww I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a surprise " she responds, poking her lips out cutely.

"How did you even...." he asks, frustration dripping from his tone.

Mia only responds with another obnoxious smirk and a shrug. She pushes off of the wall and stalks toward Namjoon slowly.

"Why do you always act like you aren't happy to see me? Your girlfriend isn't here baby, it's just us." She bites her red painted lips seductively and Namjoon gulps. She knew he loved that color on her lips.

Keyword being loved, past tense.

He shakes his head and backs away before she reaches where he stood.
"Get out Mia. I don't have time for you and your shit. I've got somewhere to be."

"And where is that? With Song?" Mia rolls her eyes.
"Yea." Namjoon folds his arms.

"Boring. Why not stay here with me instead. Maybe I can help you with another one of your paintings"

Mia wiggles her brow suggestively, making Namjoon scoff.

"You know you've got a lot of fucking nerve. To even think Id entertain the idea of doing anything with you. You know what?..."

Namjoon trails off, opting to get what he came for instead of going back and forth with his toxic ex.

He heads straight for his DVD collection, organized on a bookshelf in a dark corner of his apartment. Mia watches him, strolling comfortably over to his kitchen area and perching herself on the table.

Namjoon runs his fingers along the backs of the DVD cases until he finds what he's looking for.

"So you're not even going to ask what I'm doing here?" Mia smirks, kicking her boot up casually.

"Don't care." Namjoon murmurs.

"Where is...ah found you." He says to himself.
Mia grows impatient. She hated being ignored and Namjoon knew all too well.

"I miss you Joon." She whines.

Namjoon lets out a high-pitched "Ha!" at the statement.

"I bet you do." He mirths.

"Seriously I do. I never stopped. I came back to Seoul for you. And here you are treating me like this. Like I'm old news.." Mia swings her legs childishly and Namjoon sighs, standing up straight to look back at her.

"It's because you are Mia. I'm not acting. Now it's time to go." Namjoon tucks the small stack of DVDs under his arm and nods towards the door. Mia pouts but doesn't budge. Namjoon sighs.

"Alright. I know how to get you out.." he says, cooly.

Namjoon fishes his cell from his pocket and dials up Seokjin so he can alert club security of his unwanted guest.

"Namjoon really? You aren't even going to hear me out?" Mia hops down to stand. Namjoon hums patiently as the phone continued to ring.

"Ugh...fine." Mia stalks in his direction, reaching for something in her back pocket. When she's standing in front of Namjoon, she pulls out a thin glossy paper and offers it impatiently to him.

Seokjins answering machine sounds and Namjoon cusses under his breath.

Mia holds out the small photo and pokes her lips out.

"Fine...I'll bite. But after this, you're out. I don't care if I have to drag you myself " Namjoon groans, snatching the photo.

He squints and brings the image closer to his face. He still as soon as he realizes what he's holding.
A sonogram.

"Mia...what is.." he mumbles. Then realization hits.

"So you're knocked up? Seriously? This is what you came to Seoul for? You pop up and break into my apartment to show me some other guys baby?" He says through gritted teeth.

Mia's eyes widen, almost hurt by his reaction.

"Another guy's baby?" She repeats.

"Mia are you dumb? It's been two years. TWO! 24 months. We haven't fucked in two years. How does this concern me? Let's go, man, I've spent enough time on this bullshit" Namjoon slaps the paper into her hand and grabs her by the wrist aggressively. Mia yanks back in resistance.

"Take a closer look and call me dumb again, asshole" Mia shoves the ultrasound photo back into his hand.

Namjoon sighs and looks again.

His eyes scan over the grainy image of the fetus again, shrugging in frustration until his eyes fall upon the date. 

He pauses, eyes widening a fraction before looking up at Mia.

"This is why I left..." she says.
Namjoon frowns and then looks back at the photo.

"This is..." he begins.

"Our baby...yea."