(Y/N) couldn't stand idle in her room whilst waiting for her best friend's call or text; so she decided to leave her room and take a walk to calm her rapid mind.

She's ecstatic, fidgety, and even more so, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around the mansion's staff and the boys themselves. Everyone have been on their tenterhooks; the suspense of the next upcoming move gripped their throat with a rope, holding them on the edge of the bucket until someone at last makes their action, kicking the bucket and sending the victim to their slow and agonizing death.

The working residents of the mansion knew the sickly infatuation their masters had acquired towards their newly hired assistant. Ironically, that stupid air-head assistant herself doesn't know that because she chooses to push that idea away and is too busy daydreaming about her forthcoming flight to America, the once great country that is ruined by an orange traffic cone.

Her steps abruptly stopped in front of Seokjin's office, noticing how the door was fully opened when it's usually closed. As (Y/N) peaked her head in, she sees Seokjin carrying a numerable amount of files on his hands, each stating different patient's names— it wasn't a new thing, but there were more than usual. His expression was fixed in a tight knit, stress and frustration evident on the creases of his forehead.

"Knock knock," (Y/N) says, smiling.

Seokjin looks up. As if her voice had activated a button in his head, the male automatically smiled at her arrival.

"Hey... do you need any help?" She inquires, deciding that if she was going to leave soon, she might as well leave a good, non-quarreling memory with the one and only egotistical king.

"Well I'm capable of handling these documents myself," he paused, eyes going down to his papers as a tint of pink bloomed in his cheeks, "but it isn't so bad having a little help from time to time. Even the greatest people needs aid."

"Yeah yeah whatever you say, Master," she joked.

"I thought I made it clear to call me just Seokjin?"

"Okay 'just Seokjin'."

"(Y/N)," Seokjin raises his eyebrows, fighting back another smile that could possibly expose to her that he was beginning to enjoy her company. "I'm being serious."

He hadn't smiled like this in a very long time and (Y/N) being the sole purpose of this crumbled his pride because how can a woman of her status bring him joy? But as he continues to be with her, Seokjin is forgetting the meaning of statuses or the reminders of his past failure that proceeds to frequent his mind when he accidentally makes a mistake.

"Alright alright, calm thyself," she punches his shoulder lightly. "I thought my puns would expand your sense of humor."

"Don't remind of the puns," Seokjin groans, chuckling a bit from the memory.

"They were amazing for your information."

"Yeah, sure, especially the butt quacks."

"Especially the butt quacks!" (Y/N) laughs, jumping in delight that Seokjin took the time to remember her simple joke when before he could barely recall her name. "I can't believe you remember that! I mean who would forget my wonderful puns?"

"Easy there tiger, aren't you boasting about your puns way too much?"

"Yes, yes I am. Now you know how I feel when you boast about yourself too much."

"Touché, but I actually have a reason m'lady," he mocked how a prince would usually bow to a princess, laughing in the process. He leans against his desk, resting both him palms to his thighs as he observes (Y/N).

"Oh I'm a lady now? Since when did the all mighty King Seokjin acknowledges the presence of a peasant?" (Y/N) played along with the role play, grabbing the empty air with a pinch, imagining it as a long dress and curtsied.

"Since the peasant said to the king that he doesn't have to be the king everyone knows when he too is struggling... ever since the peasant gave comforts, reassurance, and terribly made puns in his hardest time when no one would. In a matter of fact, the king wouldn't mind hearing more of the puns, even if they're a disaster— as long as the peasant is the one to say it."

"S-Seokjin I don't know wh—" Her breath was snatched away from Seokjin's unexpected kind statement. (Y/N) looks at him straight in the eyes, searching if any of his words were faux... but he was genuinely telling the truth, confessing to her his deep gratitude for being so kind to him when he wasn't to her.

"There isn't much to say really. A 'you're welcome' will do," he cheekily smiles, making his cheeks plumper than it already was.

It took every muscle in (Y/N)'s body to not squish his cheeks. It was rare to see him genuinely smile— well he does smile, but only when it's about himself, never about anyone. And (Y/N) realizing that she's the sole reason of his lips stretching in a wonderful curve made something flutter in her stomach.

"Why are you look at me like that for?" Seokjin muses, catching (Y/N) red handed.

"N-Nothing. And you're welcome."

(Y/N) wanted to crawl into a hole as she hides her blistering red cheeks away. If he sees that he's the purpose of her flustered state, (Y/N) knows he will never shut up about it. Her eyes searches around the room for something, anything to change the topic.

"So," (Y/N) fiddled with the documents, helping Seokjin sort them in correct places.

"No, no, you didn't answer my question. What was with the look?" Seokjin redirected her to him, pulling her wrists away from the documents. The papers scattered all over the floor, creating even more of a mess, but Seokjin could care less— that could easily be solved later. "Answer my question."

(Y/N) squeaked like a mouse as Seokjin trapped her by sandwiching her between his desk and him. The male leans down to (Y/N)'s proper height, hands on either side of the female's hips.

"What if I don't want to answer you question?" She asks, eyes going back and forth from his lips then to his eyes every second.

(Y/N) gulped the lump on her throat, heart beating faster and faster as Seokjin closes the space between them. Oddly enough, (Y/N) wasn't phased by his action unlike the other times the rest of the boys who made a move. She wasn't cowering or taken by surprise, or even stoned in place. (Y/N) was just there... anticipating for the future to come quickly.

"What do you..." Seokjin breathes heavily, nibbling the inside of his cheek as adrenaline surges through his veins the longer he looked at (Y/N), "what do you think what will happen?"

Why wouldn't her heart keep it at bay? The way it's pounding feels like it's about to leap out of her chest and his touch, his sinful thrilling touch drove her mad.

"I don't know," (Y/N) chokes out an answer. She grips his thin yet built waist, letting herself fall to the mother of sins. "S-Seokjin-ah... am I still an eyesore compared to your majestic one?"

Seokjin rolls his eyes then connected their foreheads together. "Not anymore," he responded with a sweet smile, "but you are still a stubborn and an ungrateful brat..." his lips parted apart "...my stubborn and ungrateful brat."

The tone of his voice, full of possession, desire, and affection sent chills down (Y/N)'s spine. In this moment, (Y/N) forgot about traveling to American with Yoonah. 'Pull away (Y/N). Pull yourself away now,' her brain said. No. She can't pull away. Her heart is telling her otherwise. Since when did her heart ever tell her to stay when all this time, all it ever did was tell her to run away? Her emotions were mixed.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, inhaling Seokjin's intoxicating masculine cologne that seemed to rouse her.

Seokjin slowly and gently placed his lips on top of her's, getting used to the texture of (Y/N)'s soft skin before letting himself move. The feeling is perfect to him. Seokjin presses himself closer to her, placing both his hands underneath her ears, his thumb caressing her skin as their lips move fluidly with passion and sensuality. They were both lost in their own worlds.

Her mouth was so warm, the fondle of her lips softer that Seokjin could have ever imagine and when (Y/N) opened her mouth with a low moan, the male removed his hands underneath her ears down to the back of her thighs, lifting (Y/N) up to sit on his desk. (Y/N) leaned back to her elbows, lips never leaving Seokjin's as he leans down with her, and she traced her fingertips down his spine, leaving traces of electricity bolting at each of his nerve.

Seokjin groaned. A warm feeling grew at his lower body; his trousers suddenly felt tight and suffocating.

Another low moan escaped from (Y/N)'s lips when Seokjin dragged his hips against her crotch. Her legs wrapped around his torso as Seokjin began working his lips down to her jaw and to her sweet neck where he began sucking and nibbling, releasing a chorus of pleasurable moans to break loose from her mouth.

His warmth, touch, and his being. To (Y/N), she cant explain why, this was agony that this was the first, last, and only time that they could share this kiss. Her heart ached when his hands held her securely. Why isn't Seokjin just like any other of those boys she kissed? The one where it starts with a kiss and ends with a kiss— no feelings after that. Her whole body craved more, craved him, but it couldn't last. Does Seokjin even know that she's leaving?

As Seokjin returned back to her lips, (Y/N) could feel the tears stinging in her eyes and when she pulled away for air Seokjin pulled her back in. He was addicted— (Y/N) was trapping him to her own arms.

"What the hell are you two doing?!"

Seokjin and (Y/N) gasped, quickly separating as their heads snapped to the direction of the doorway. 'Fuck! I forgot to close it!' Seokjin curses to himself.

"I said what the fucking hell are you two doing!!" Hoseok belted, smokes of fury steaming off his head.

"Isn't it obvious Sherlock?" Seokjin said sarcastically.

"(Y-Y/N)," Hoseok's words slowly dissolved at his tongue, shriveling at the sight of Seokjin helping (Y/N) stand on her feet once again to collect her self.

Hoseok steps forward to steal (Y/N) away, but Seokjin realized his intentions. Quickly, Seokjin shielded (Y/N) with his body, putting the female behind him. Hoseok's heartache was like a red hot coal placed in his chest, it radiates and blistered at the same time, but it did not cool quickly like a coal in water... no... it throbbed and tortured him and there was no relief to be found.

Friend.

Yeah, Hoseok remembers (Y/N)'s words.

He never knew he could hate a word so much.

In (Y/N)'s eyes, they were nothing but friends. There was this sensation in the back of Hoseok's throat. Oh boy he wanted to fucking laugh out loud. Maybe even shed a tear to release the pent up exasperation towards the men in this house hold.

Can't they fucking get away from his jewel?! That (Y/N) is his only?!? Obviously they fucking can't!!

Hoseok was ready to follow (Y/N) to America because there, (Y/N)'s attention will be his. None of the boys would know where they are. And since his sister was getting better, she too could come! They could all live happily ever after!!

"What do you want Hoseok?" Seokjin questioned, his sharp eyes trained closely to his younger companion.

"Oh..." Hoseok snapped out of his daze. "Before I answer your question, I have to ask (Y/N) this first... aren't you suppose to finish packing your things?"

"W-What are you talking about?" The male shielding (Y/N) from Hoseok stuttered, turning his head back to her for clarification. "What is he talking about (Y/N)?"

"Seokjin I'm—"

"She's resigning as our assistant and going to America."

"WHAT?!"

"And to answer your question now, Seokjin, I'm here to deliver some papers." Hoseok handed the materials with a smirk playing his lips as he watches Seokjin's broken face and shaky hands. "Well see you later (Y/N) and Seokjin... this patient of yours is in a serious condition, I'm surprised you even took him in for personal care. That boy has been in coma for years."

"It's nothing that I won't be able to solve," he retorted, gritting his teeth. Seokjin was trembling. "I've studied Lucas' medical history well enough."

Wait.

Did he just say Lucas?