Namjoon was silent the whole ride home. He scrolled around on his phone, leaving Eunji to gaze out the windows while the car got stuck in traffic.

There wasn't much to gaze at, however. As it was nighttime, she could only rely on the glare of headlights to alert her of a car. The same buildings and signs flashed by, separated by the occasional truck moving its way throughout Seoul to deliver food or something of the sort. Eunji only noticed this because she no longer had to focus on taking the right roads; she knew the way to Namjoon's apartment now.

Meanwhile, the glow of the phone screen defined the dark circles, the perpetual crease of his eyebrows, the pallid skin on Namjoon's face. He hadn't been sleeping, she knew. What he'd been doing during the wee hours of the night remained a mystery.

The car turned into the parking lot, and Eunji found a spot. The engine died and she opened the door. "Come on, Joon-ah," she said. "I'll walk you to your door."

He put his phone away and followed her to the door of the complex. She let him lead the way—after all, this was his apartment, not hers. They ascended the stairs and walked down his hallway, stopping at his door. "I guess this is where we say goodbye?" she said.

"Yeah." Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. "I'm glad I got to see you, Eunji-ya."

"Me too." She stood on her tiptoes and pecked him quickly. "Bye."

But before she could leave, he caught her hand. "Wait." Eunji turned around to look at him. "I know I've been under the weather lately, and it's shown. I owe you an explanation."

"Joon—" she began, but he cut her off.

"I'm sorry for acting cold. I wasn't writing songs that night. I just had—family problems." In all honesty, Namjoon looked like he was about to cry. He cleared his throat and continued, "So basically—"

Eunji had been assessing him as he spoke. Namjoon was grimacing, as if he'd been stabbed and was awaiting his death. "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Whatever you're going through...I'll support you through it. You're not obligated to give me an explanation." Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. "Joon-ah, do you want advice, support, or a distraction?"

There was a pause as he thought for a moment. "I can distract both of us from our problems," Namjoon said, and then his mouth was swiftly on hers, his fingertips digging into her palm. Before she knew it, he'd turned them around so her back was against the wall.

For a moment, Eunji worried that others might be in the corridor, but she cast that thought aside. Instead, she let him take the skin where her neck met her shoulder between his teeth, leaving a purple blemish that would stay for a few days, evidence of their activities in the corridor. "Joon," she breathed. Her legs were threatening to give way, and it took all of her power to not slide down to the floor.

His soft lips were on hers again, molding to her own, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She wound her fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands just enough to elicit a heady gasp. Her name fell like a prayer from his lips, the sound spurring her to press him closer, kiss him harder. There was something about the way Namjoon spoke that made everything sound so smooth, so euphonious. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of her name sent an electrifying shiver through her.

His fingers paused at her waist, pressing into her hips, and her back arched off the wall in response. Eunji couldn't get enough of him; no matter how much she kissed or touched him, she could never get satisfied. There was only one thing she wanted at this moment, and she could bet that it was what Namjoon wanted too.

He slipped his hands underneath her blouse, and she worried that he would begin to strip her right here in the hallway, but the door to the stairwell opened in the distance. Eunji pushed him off her so hard that he hit the other wall of the corridor.

"Fuck," Namjoon breathed, fumbling for his keys. Feeling self-conscious, she attempted to tug her blouse over the mark he'd left on her neck. The interrupter walked by, unaware of what had just been happening in the hallway. Namjoon pushed her through the open door, and his mouth met hers.

"What if—" Eunji began.

He cut her off. "Neither Yoongi, Hoseok, nor Seokjin are home." He kicked the door shut and shoved her roughly against the kitchen island, his lips now tracing a delicate path from her earlobe to her shoulder. Every light brush sent a spark of electricity through her, leaving her wanting more contact. Eunji's hands went to the hem of his T-shirt, itching to feel his skin underneath. Her fingers grazed the skin at his waist, prompting him to let loose a quickly stifled groan.

Before she knew it, Namjoon's fingers had gone to her blouse, undoing the buttons. "We can't—we can't do this here," Eunji rasped.

"Why not?" Namjoon's breath was hot against her neck as he liberated another button from its hole.

"What if they come back?"

For a second, she worried that he would ignore her request and strip right here in the kitchen, but Namjoon said, "Fine." He drew his mouth away from her skin, chest heaving. His hands were still on her shoulders, gripping hard enough to hurt, but the pain only heightened her want—no, her need for him. His knee was between her legs, then, nudging her towards his room. They paused at the doorway as Namjoon took the opportunity to shove Eunji against the wall, biting another purple mark into her exposed shoulder.

Without hesitation, Eunji grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, anticipating what was to come. The kissing resumed, and Eunji dimly remembered to close the door. She aimed a foot haphazardly at the doorway, and the door shut behind them, sealing the lovers away into their own little haven, as they finished what they'd started all those days ago.

a/n: sorry this one's a little shorter but i hope the content made up for it ;) it's currently like 80 degrees Fahrenheit/26 degrees Celsius where I live so hot writing to match the hot weather am i right (i'll see myself out)

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