You let out a soft sigh, your hand running through your messy, h/c locks as your bare feet padded against the carpeted floor of the massive living room, body moving in the direction of the kitchen.

Your mind was still struggling to wake itself up, after all, it was three in the morning.

The "business meeting" that you had been forced to attend was seriously worrying to you. You had been instructed not to speak unless spoken to. Namjoon was sure to tell you that, while he would love for you to open your mouth and roast the man he was meeting with, he didn't want this particular man to take any more interest in you than necessary, which you understood, The last thing you needed was to be kidnapped...again.

When the mystery man finally got on the helicopter and left the island, you were far more at ease.

Being so stressed through dinner that you barely ate a single bite, although no one else was doing much eating either...the two men were far too invested in their business to even consider eating their food.

You could not go very long without something to eat...which is why your stomach decided to wake you up at three in the morning...it was also why you were currently sneaking towards the kitchen on your bare feet.

You smiled as you walked into the large utopia of food. One of the maids had told you that the shelves were always fully stocked and that there was enough food on the island to keep them that way for at least five years.

They won't notice if a little bit of cereal goes missing.

You padded over to the pantry, hands reaching for the handle.

"Is this another escape attempt?"

Your body froze at the deep voice that filled the air, body tensing on instinct as you slowly turned to face him, expression falling.

"I've gotta say," He continued. "This has just gotten sad."

Namjoon stood with his arms crossed, a small smile playing on his features as he took in the sight of your sleepy form. His usual "suit-and-tie" attire was now gone completely, exchanged for a white tee-shirt and gray sweatpants.

You almost tilted your head.

You would have expected him to have some kind silk pajamas that cost over a thousand dollars or some kind of onesie made of money....but you supposed that he prefer comfort over price...if you didn't know any better, you'd think that he was a normal person....but you did know better.

You turned back around, opening the pantry.

"I'm not escaping. Just getting something to eat." You stated.

Namjoon raised a brow at your words, running a hand through his tousled locks.

"I figured you'd come down here tonight," He said. "I noticed that you didn't eat much at dinner."

You frowned, grabbing the small box of lucky charms from the middle shelf before walking towards the cupboard.

"Well, it's hard to have an appetite when you're sitting across from a deadly killer."

The dirty-blond man watched in amusement as you walked across the kitchen.

"I suppose I can understand that." He said honestly. "But, I wouldn't have let him hurt you. You know that."

You frowned, pulling out a bowl and pouring yourself some cereal before walking to the fridge and grabbing the milk.

"I guess it wouldn't matter anyway." You gritted, placing the milk on the small island in the kitchen. "If he killed me, I'd finally be able to get away from you."

You missed the look of hurt that flashed across the mob bosses' face as he took in your words.

"You should eat." He said. "You're not yourself when you're hungry."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a spoon.

"Does this look like a Snickers commercial to you?" You snapped. "Me being hungry has nothing to do with the way I'm speaking to you now."

He let out a heavy sigh at your words, grabbing a bowl of his own from the cupboard.

"Always so angry." He muttered, grabbing the Lucky Charms and pouring some into his bowl.

You raised an eyebrow as you took another bite of your cereal, resting your chin in your hand.

"Of course I'm angry." You deadpanned. "I don't want to be here."

Namjoon hummed in what seemed to be acknowledgement, pouring milk into his cereal-filled bowl.

"I have my reasons for keeping you here." He stated nonchalantly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at his words, eyes shooting up to meet his.

"Reasons?" You spat. "What logical reason could there be for you to force me away from my life? From all the people I care about?"

Namjoon seemed unaffected by your small outburst, his hand raising as he took a bite from his own bowl.

"The world is a dangerous place." He explained. "I took you away from the danger-"

"Oh please," You scoffed, angrily chewing. "You've placed me in more danger than I've ever been in. Blowing up a house? Injecting me with a virus? Putting me at the same table as a known killer? Why is this place any better than the world you took me from?"

He shrugged.

"Because I'm here to protect you."

You let out an awestruck chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you continued eating.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I'm not happy here?" You asked softly.

Namjoon froze for a brief moment.

"Anything you could ever want is on this island." He stated. "And if you wish for something else...I can find a way to get it here-"

"That's not what I mean." You interrupted. "I know how many priceless things are just laying around this place. I'm aware of how much money you've poured into buying me all of these things...But have you ever thought-even for a second- that I may not want them?"

You watched as the dirty-blond man furrowed his eye brows, eyes moving to yours slowly.

"Why wouldn't you want them?" He inquired. "The things I have given you are of the highest quality."

You shook your head.

"I don't care." You stated. "None of those things matter to me. I want to speak with someone who doesn't address me as "ma'am" all the time. I want to be able to go out and dance in the rain beneath the lights of the city. I want people to look at me like I'm crazy every time I listen to music on the bus. I want a normal life."

You didn't know why, but for some reason...You weren't angry in this moment.

Normally, when you spoke to Namjoon about your desire to leave, it would make you infuriated and you would have to kick something in order to feel better...but now, you felt like you were explaining it to a child.

You felt like Namjoon genuinely didn't understand why you would want to leave...

For the first time, Namjoon seemed to be listening to you...genuinely listening and taking your words into consideration.

"Why on earth would you want any of that?" He wondered aloud.

You munched on your cereal.

"It's hard to explain." You said. "There's just something amusing about making strangers uncomfortable."

Namjoon let out a laugh, dimples coming into your view as he covered his mouth shyly.

"I'm sure it is."

You bit your lip in hesitation as a thought popped into your mind, hands grasping the side of your bowl gently.

"I-I want to see Louis."

Namjoon's laughter slowly died down, his dimples disappearing beneath his fallen expression.

You tensed up at his sudden change, mentally preparing your argument in case you were turned down.

"Alright."

"I knew you'd say n-Wait what?"

You blinked in surprise as the man before you gulped down the remainder of his milk, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"I'll allow you to see him, if it will make you happy."

You leaned back in your chair, eyes narrowing on the man before you as you crossed your arms.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you." You deadpanned.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, smile widening.

"I will allow you to see him." He said. "No sex required."

You had to stop yourself from smiling, making sure you didn't show a single sign of weakness.

There had to be a catch.

There was always a catch with this guy.

"However,"

There it is.

"I do not do things without some kind of payment method."

You rolled your eyes.

"And that would be?"

Namjoon offered you a smile, hands motioning out to the lucky charm box that sat on the table.

"I want this again," He said softly. "I-I want to be able to talk like this again...over a bowl of cereal."

You couldn't stop the small crack of a smile that formed on your face, quickly pushing back any emotion.

"That's it?" You asked. "Really? No secret catches I should know about?"

He shook his head.

"This is the first time you haven't screamed at me." He stated. "You've told me what's bothering you...and I feel like I can build from that...I want you to be happy here...even though you think I'm a tyrant...I just want you to be happy."

You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to cause an argument on this unusually peaceful encounter.

You nodded your head slowly.

"Alright." You started. "Next time I have a problem, I'll tell you about it."

He laughed.

"Over a bowl of cereal?"

You nodded.

"Over a bowl of cereal."

A/N,

I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE CHAPTER.

UGHHHHHHH

This is a little Christmas present from me to you!

I know that most people dislike Namjoon, but COME ON! SO CUTE!!

Fun fact: I put milk in before the cereal, but I wrote it the normal way so people wouldn't get upset.

I hope you guys enjoyed.

I love you!

-Max