You let out a huff of frustration as you pulled at the zipper of the black dress that clung to your thighs, your eyes narrowing as your hands tugged at the material, annoyance clearly covering your features.

Namjoon smirked as he watched you struggle with the black material, rolling his shoulders back as he continued to tie his tie, eyes glancing at you in the mirror.

When Namjoon told you that he had a potential business partner coming to meet him, you had originally been nonchalant about it, after all, you didn't exactly care about him or his business.

It wasn't until he come into your room with a Gucci bag that you were beginning to understand why he had told you about this client.

"I cannot believe I'm actually doing this." You gritted out. "I would literally rather stab my eyes out than go to this dinner with you."

Namjoon chuckled as he finished tying his knot, adjusting his tie to make it straight as his eyes scanned over your form.

He was happy that he had gone with the black dress.

The way the dress hugged your body had him tingling with excitement. The material clung to your curves in an almost ethereal way that had his mouth watering uncontrollably.

You really had no idea what you were doing to him.

In some small part of his mind, Namjoon genuinely thought that what he was doing was wrong. He knew that tearing you away from your family and the people you cared about was not the way he should have gone about things....but a larger part of him simply didn't care.

He had been raised this way.

Taking what he wanted without a second thought.

He had to build his own empire from the ground up. It took years of hard work and humiliating business deals to get him where he was now...and that is how he felt about you.

He saw you, he wanted you, he took you.

To him, it was simply a second nature.

But to you, it was completely unacceptable.

Kim Namjoon wasn't a crazy person, he knew that you weren't happy with him, at least not yet. He knew that you hated him and that you wouldn't hesitate to run him through the first chance you got...but something about that made him crave you even more.

Most women would either do as he asked out of fear or simply try and sleep with him...you did neither.

When he had first seen you at Wings, he merely wanted you as a new toy. Something he could play with and dispose of as soon as he was finished ruining you....

But when he actually got to meet you-oh god, that's when things began to get interesting.

You were rebellious and wild. You radiated power, even though you had barely two-hundred dollars to your name. As soon as you spoke, there was a certain hush that would come over the room.

You were meant to be a queen....and Namjoon was convinced that he would be your king.

"Having problems?" He chuckled out, turning on his heel to face you.

You frowned, running a hand through your newly-styled beach waves as you raised up a hand.

"I'm fine." You deadpanned.

"Oh really?" He asked, walking over to you, arms crossed. "Because you seem to be struggling."

"I said I'm fine." You snapped, cold e/c eyes meeting his.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment.

The harshness in your voice was enough to cause him to pause his movements, a frown forming on his face as he watched you try to pull the zipper the rest of the way up your back.

He knew that you hated him, but every time you spoke to him like that...he couldn't help but feel hurt...

He took you away from the hell that you called a life and laid a kingdom at your feet....yet you still hated him...even after he did so much for you.

"Let me help you."

You jerked away as Namjoon's hand met the skin of your back.

"I am perfectly capable of doing this myself. You can leave."

The dirty-blond shook his head.

"I can't have you coming to dinner looking half-dressed. Just let me-"

"If you even think about putting a hand on my I will slit your throat in your sleep."

The mob boss froze as you pointed an accusing finger in his directions, his hands falling to his sides. His expression was neutral as he watched you back away from him, expression cold and distant as your hands held your dress against your body.

"Why must you always be so difficult?"

You gasped as he gripped your hips, forcing you to turn your back towards him, chest heaving against the thin material of the dress.

Namjoon's hands left your hips slowly, warm flash pressing against your back as his fingers gripped the zipper that was already pulled halfway up your back.

You clenched your jaw, angrily tugging a strand of your curled hair behind your ear as you accepted your fate.

Namjoon hummed as his eyes took in the sight of your bare skin, which had become more tan during your time on the warm, sunny island.

He wished you would wear more revealing clothing so that this skin would be on display for him all the time, but he was a jealous man and if he caught any of his men so much as glancing at you, he knew he'd probably lose it.

"Can you just zip me up already?" You snapped.

Your voice snapped Namjoon out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to the back of your head.

"You can't rush perfection." He purred, nose nuzzling your hair.

You growled angrily, crossing your arms as he pulled the zipper up your back, his lips planting a small kiss on the base of your neck.

You gritted your teeth, stepping away from him and running a hand through your waved hair.

"Stop doing that." You scolded.

Namjoon tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Doing what?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"That!" You yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Stop acting as if this is normal! Stop acting like we're a couple and I actually can stand to be in your presence!"

The dirty blond man raised an eyebrow at your outburst.

"How would you prefer me to act, then?" He hummed. "Would you rather me be cruel? Or forceful? Because if that's what you want, that's who I'll be."

Your eyes hardened on his figure, back straightening up at he walked towards you.

"I'm not scared of you, Kim Namjoon." You spat. "I stopped being scared of you after I realized how much of a coward you are."

Namjoon froze at your words, genuine confusion spreading over his features for a brief moment, before his expression was once again neutral.

"A coward?" He repeated curiously. "And how exactly am I a coward, darling?"

"You're scared of being rejected." You explained. "You may act all big and bad, but I have been here long enough to see what you really are."

Namjoon remained silent, arms crossing over his chest.

"You hide behind all of your money and fame." You continued. "You think that it will give you the validation you never got when you were younger. You're scared to show who you really are, so you act like a dick and treat people like possessions. You act like you don't care, but you do, don't you? It kills you that you're all alone in this world-"

"That's enough." He gritted out.

He found your observation amusing at first, but now...it seemed to be getting to him.

"It kills you." You continued bravely, poking his chest. "Because you know that no matter how much money you have-no matter how many people you kidnap...You will always be alone. You will never have someone who genuinely cares about y-"

"Y/n." He growled in a warning tone.

"Is that why you're keeping me here?" You asked. "You think that someday, I'll care about you? That I'll wake up one morning and think that you're the best thing to ever happen to me? You think that I'll willing stay by your side-"

"I SAID ENOUGH!"

Your eyes softened slightly as you watched a single tear trail down his cheek, his bottom lip trembling slightly as he glared at you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden display.

You had never seen this side of him...You had expected him to yell scream or even hit you...but he was crying...his breath shaking as he struggled to compose himself.

The usually powerful aura that radiated off of him was now gone as he stood, semi-vulnerable before you.

"You think you're quite clever, don't you?" He breathed with a chuckle, eyes staring at the ground.

You kept silent, not wanting to upset him any further.

"Always so clever," He said, eyes finally meeting yours.

"Namjoon-"

"Dinner is served in ten minutes." He interrupted, eyes hardening back to their usual sharpness. "Don't be late."

He turned on his heel, storming out the door. Your body flinched as the door slammed shut behind him, eyes falling.

You didn't know why you suddenly felt sympathy towards him...you didn't think he was capable of feeling anything...let alone crying...

You knew that pitying him was completely idiotic after everything he had put you through....but you couldn't help it...the way he looked at you...it was something you don't think you could ever forget...

It was the first time you had seen a monster cry.

A/N,

Finally. I am so sorry for the long absence. I have been somewhere with no wifi and I have literally been dying to write a chapter.

Thank you so much for being patient with me.

I'm sure that this chapter seems rushed to most of you, but there is a reason for Namjoon's outburst...you just need to be patient a little while longer.

I love you guys so much and I'm so thankful for you.

I hope the rest of your day is cool beans.

-Max