It was already eleven at night, and you were in your office with an annoyed expression, scanning through documents when Mark came in with a pile of files.

"Ms. Y/N, Jackson sir called to say he's busy tonight and won't be coming back... he—"

"Yeah, I know. He's not coming back now," you interrupted, your frustration evident.

Lately, Jackson has been testing your patience. He was barely focused on the case, spending most of his time with his girlfriend. Tonight, too, he had ditched you at the last minute. You understood the need to balance relationships, but it was starting to affect his work, and that was crossing a line.

The worst part? After spending all his time with her, he'd show up and irritate you with endless apologies, as if that would make up for it.

"Mark," you said sharply, still fuming.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Find me a private detective—someone who will work personally for me. If Jackson can't handle it, I'll take matters into my own hands."

Mark nodded, sensing the seriousness in your tone. This case wasn't waiting around for anyone's personal life to settle down, and neither were you.

"Sure, ma'am... but it might take some time," Mark replied, sounding a bit uncertain.

"Take your time," you reassured him with a small smile. He nodded and left the office.

As you began winding up your work, ready to finally head home, your phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, you noticed it was an unknown number.

You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the phone. Unknown numbers at this hour never brought good news. With a sigh, you picked it up and answered.

"Hello?" you said, bracing yourself for whatever might come next. You were expecting those repeated threat calls but it was something strange. 

[ H-hello >

                             < yeah, who's this...?]

[Hi...I'm jake from night street club......actually miss your fiancé --- >

< wait who...?]

 You cut him off, not sure you heard him right.

[Your fiancé, Mr. Namjoon. He's drunk, and I don't think he'll be able to drive home. Could you come pick him up?>

<I'm so confused right now-]

You couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Of all the things Namjoon could be doing, causing trouble and being labeled as your fiancé wasn't something you expected to deal with tonight.

[Y/n baby ~~ > 

His voice slurred from the background making your ear perked up 

< Kim Namjoon...?]

you muttered in disbelief.

[Y/N, baby, these people are being mean, please come get me fast! >

His drunken words came through loud and clear. There was a brief shuffle, and Jake came back on the line.

<Hi, ma'am, it's Jake again. Please, could you pick up your fiancé? He's... well, he's kind of destroying everything in the club...]

You pinched the bridge of your nose, completely exasperated.

<First of all, Jake, you should've called his dad. And second, how the hell did you even get my number?]

[Mam, it was saved as 'My Future Wifey' in Mr. Namjoon's contact list, which is why I called you... Please, can you come quickly?>

Without saying another word, you rejected the call and stared into the distance, disbelief etched across your face.

Fiancé?
Club?
Drunk... and Namjoon?

How on earth had this become part of your already chaotic day? You sat there, weighing two options in your head: leave Kim Namjoon stranded at the club and sleep peacefully, or go fetch him because, well, he was alone and clearly incapable.

"What am I doing?" you muttered to yourself as you began rummaging through your desk for your car keys.

"Mark!" you called out.

"Yes, Miss Min?" Mark entered the room quickly.

"That's all for today. Let's wrap up." You sighed, knowing you had to handle yet another situation before you could rest. Mark nodded, acknowledging your order, as you grabbed your things and headed out.

You stepped into the bar, immediately greeted by the sight of Namjoon slumped over the counter, mumbling incoherently. Every other chair around him was tipped over, and shards of broken glass littered the floor. The place was eerily empty, adding to the strangeness of the situation. Carefully watching your step, you approached the mess, focusing on Namjoon, who was barely conscious.

A man in his twenties stood nearby, arms crossed and a clear frown on his face, frustration written all over him.

"Umm... Jake?" you asked, your voice cautious.

"Mr. Namjoon's fiancée?" he raised an eyebrow, looking for confirmation.

"Uh... y-yeah," you hesitated, feeling the oddity of the title once again.

"Thank God you came, miss. Please, take him home before he destroys the rest of the club." He gestured to Namjoon, who swayed slightly, his head still buried in his arms.

You sighed deeply, wondering how you got dragged into this absurd situation, then stepped forward to deal with the drunken mess in front of you. 

"I'm so sorry for his behavior. Can I compensate for the loss?" you asked, your polite demeanor slipping through the cracks as you mentally prepared for whatever he might say. Jake's eyes lit up at your offer, clearly eager for some financial relief.

"150,000 won, ma'am," he replied, his voice dripping with anticipation.

You facepalmed at the amount, regretting the moment you even mentioned compensation. Paying your hard-earned money to cover your unnecessary fiancé's antics felt like a slap in the face. Gritting your teeth, you approached Kim Namjoon, who was still oblivious to the chaos around him.

"Namjoon...?" you called softly, trying to rouse him from his stupor.

"Baby," he slurred suddenly, jolting upright. He stumbled forward and wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, nearly knocking you off balance.

"You came, my baby," he mumbled into your neck, his breath warm and slightly boozy.

You stood there, arms awkwardly at your sides for a moment, before returning the embrace, to stable him on his steps.

"How the hell did you end up like this?" you asked, slightly pushing him away to get a better look at his face.

He pouted, those big eyes looking at you with a mix of confusion and innocence. "Y/N, baby, you're also a meanie."

"Okay, that's it. Let's get you home," you said, unable to hide your irritation

He clung to your shoulder as you guided him out of the club, his grip surprisingly strong despite his state. Once you made it to the car, you helped him into the passenger seat, ensuring he was buckled in before you climbed into the driver's seat.

As you pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, you muttered under your breath, "I freaking can't understand why I'm doing this." The frustration bubbled within you, but you couldn't deny the flicker of concern for him, even if he was a complete idiot tonight.

Namjoon was continuously rambling, his words tumbling out in a mix of incoherence and emotion.

"Y/N," he called softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?!" you replied, frustration evident in your tone as your eyes met his teary ones.

But the sight of those shimmering eyes melted your annoyance away in an instant.

"W-What happened?" you asked, concern replacing your irritation.

"Y/N, I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice trembling as he struggled to find the right words.

'Am I going to sleep tonight or not ?!'

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TBC

Aww Namjoon...🥺

THANK YOU, SOO, MUCH ♥️♥️🔥🔥