Shiranda's POV

We're finally back from tour. We went to several different countries in six months. The boys are exhausted, so I've been catering to them. Well, all except for one.

I'm just glad to be back home. I knock on a studio door. The door opens. "Hey, Joonie." "Hey, Shiranda. What's up?" "Just wanted to chill with you. Can I come in?" "Sure."

He lets me in and locks the door back. I take a seat. "Ha, you always have to make sure you lock the door to the studio." "Yeah, or else Jimin will barge in." He chuckles. "Ha, yeah." I say, sounding uncomfortable at the mention of Jimin's name.

"You guys still aren't talking?" I shake my head, sticking my bottom lip out. "That's ridiculous. What did you even do?" "I didn't do anything. That's my point. He's being unreasonable."

"It'll be ok, Shiranda. Jimin will come around." "Enough about Jimin. What are you doing?" "Just working on beats for a new song," He starts playing the music, bobbing his head to it. "What do you think?" "It's good, but I think it could get just a little bit better." "How so?"

I tell him how to critique it. He moves knobs and presses buttons. "Like this?" He questions with a brow raised. "Yes. Much better." I smile. I start bobbing my head to the beat, him doing the same.

"Ah, Shiranda, you're a genius." He says with a smile, his dimples, which are identical to mine, showing. Namjoon is so beautiful. I love his lips.

"Aah, you know, I have an IQ of 132, so I'm sort of bright." "I love a girl with a head on her shoulders." "Speaking of shoulders," I stand up and get behind him. I start massaging his shoulders, making a moan escape from him as his head falls back and eyes close.

"What are you doing working anyway? We just got back from tour." "I'm just so used to work." He exhales. His mouth is opened, letting me know I'm doing a good job. "Oh Namjoon, Baby, let me sooth you."

I get the kinks out of his neck. "Fuck, that feels so good," I keep going before moving down to his back. Eventually, I use my elbow on his back. "Oh fuck. Damn, Baby, right theeere." He moans.

After getting all of his kinks out, I bend my head down and plant small kisses to his neck. He pulls me to his lips, hungrily kissing me, me kissing back. God, I've been wanting to kiss these lips ever since he smiled at me.

When he pulls away, he pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him. He looks deep into my eyes. "Shiranda, I love you." I brightly smile. "I love you, too." I put my hands on his cheeks and we passionately kiss.

Soon, we're butt-naked, making love as the music blares in the studio.