~ Namjoon Pov ~

Coming to her office was never on my to-do list today, but here I was—though I wasn't complaining.

My morning had started with a pounding headache and my smirking dad sitting by my bedside. He seemed inexplicably giddy, and I couldn't wrap my mind around why.

"You got a comfortable sleep, Namjoon-ah?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yes," I replied, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Hmmm... Why not? You got pampered by your 'future wife,' am I right?" he said, his expression a mix of amusement and pride. My head snapped in his direction; disbelief etched across my face.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I protested, though the heat rising to my cheeks betrayed my annoyance.

"Oh, don't play coy with me! You know how much I love it when you and Y/N are together. She's practically part of the family!"

Future wife?

FUTURE WIFE?

Is he by any chance talking about Y/N? Because she's the only girl occupying my thoughts these days.

Her personality, her confidence, her curves—goddammit, Namjoon, are you still drunk?!

"W-what future wife, Dad?" I stuttered, feeling the heat creeping up my neck. For God's sake, Namjoon, you're a lawyer; show some confidence!

"I didn't get you, Dad."

"Jonnie... yesterday, your 'future wife'—or should I say Y/N—brought you home because you were drunk AF," my dad smiled teasingly.

My mind flashed back to last night, and I could feel the embarrassment wash over me.

I remembered mumbling her name, begging her to be mine again, and the way she looked at me, torn between annoyance and concern. I had clung to her like a lifeline, and now, thinking back, I could hardly believe how I'd acted.

"Seriously, Dad, I don't think Y/N sees me that way," I muttered, rubbing my temples as if that would ease the rising tension in my head.

"Are you kidding? She stayed by your side all night, Namjoon. That means something," he replied, a knowing smile still playing on his lips.

"Yeah, well, she's probably just being nice," I said, brushing it off, but the little flicker of hope in my chest refused to be extinguished.

"Nice? More like caring! You should talk to her about it," he urged, and I could hear the earnestness in his voice.

"Talk to her?" I repeated, my heart racing. "About what?"

"About how you feel! Don't keep her guessing," he said, standing up. "Just think about it, alright? I'll be rooting for you."

As he left the room, I sat there, heart pounding, thoughts spiraling. The idea of Y/N being my future wife—hell, even just her liking me in that way—was terrifying yet exhilarating.

I unintentionally confessed to her.

What would she be thinking? Did she even reply to my confession? Argh, I can't remember that part!

"Well, I didn't know that my son is so bold... already saving her number as 'future wife,' hmm?" My dad continues to tease me.

Someone give me a break!

I need to meet her, but I need a solid excuse. What could that be?

I could say I need to discuss a case, but that feels too formal. Maybe I could ask her to grab lunch to talk about the incident from last night? No, that sounds too casual.

How about I say I want to apologize for how I acted? That's true, but it feels a bit weak.

Then, an idea struck me. What if I ask her to help me with a presentation? She's always been good at that, and it gives me an excuse to spend time with her. Plus, it might lighten the mood and make things less awkward.

"Yeah, that could work," I mutter to myself, feeling a little more confident. 

"No" I mutter with realization, me and her are not the kind of acquaintances to discuss a stupid presentation, she basically despises my existence.

"Just make sure you don't embarrass yourself again, Jonnie," my dad says from the hallway, still smiling. "And good luck!"

I roll my eyes but can't help the small grin that creeps onto my face. I'll need all the luck I can get

So here I am, sitting in front of her with the best excuse I could come up with.

"Actually, Magistrate Song gave me these papers to get your signature, Y/N," I say, trying to sound as casual as possible. I smile, but her eyebrows raise in skepticism.

I hand her the papers, and she begins to read through them. "So, Mr. Kim Namjoon is specially here to get my signature on some volunteer fundraiser organization... You could have sent your assistant, Mr. Kim..." she replies, a hint of amusement in her tone.

I smile nervously, feeling my confidence waver. This was the best excuse I could come up with.

Magistrate Song is our senior-most judge at the firm. He's raising funds for children's education and wanted all the top lawyers to be part of this fundraiser. It's basically a free NGO work, but I can see that she's not buying my excuse.

"Y/N," I start, trying to salvage the situation, "I just thought it would be better to come in person. You know, to discuss the project and your role in it."

She looks at me, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Oh really? And what role do you envision for me in this project?"

"Honestly, I thought you'd be perfect for leading the outreach," I say, leaning forward slightly, hoping to steer the conversation in a positive direction. "You've always had a way of connecting with people, and I could really use your insight."

after a moment of silence between us 

"About last night that..." I begin, but she holds up a hand to stop me.

"Let's focus on this fundraiser for now," she says, clearly trying to divert the conversation. "If it's really important to you, I'll help. But I want to know what's really going on with you."

I take a deep breath, realizing that I might have to come clean about more than just my excuse.

"I need to know about this NGO Mr. Kim" she kept her eyes glued on the itinerary I handed to her

In about thirty minutes, I had explained everything about the NGO, adding a few details and embellishments along the way to ensure I could spend some more time with her.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim... I'll definitely enroll in this fundraiser," she replied, an artificial smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief and excitement at her response. "I'm sure you'll make a huge impact, Y/N," I said, trying to keep my tone light while my heart raced.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a hint of coldness. "Well, you can take a leave then... I have more work to do."

"Wait, just like that? You're kicking me out?" I feigned shock, raising an eyebrow. "I thought we were having a productive conversation here."

She chuckled, and the sound made my heart flutter. "You're right. But I do have a lot on my plate. Maybe we can continue this discussion importance thing later?"

"Alright, alright, I'll leave," I said, rising from my seat reluctantly

"I... uh... I also wanted to talk about something personal."

"If it's about yesterday, then I'm not in any good headspace to deal with that, Mr. Kim..."

"No, it's just that I wanted to apologize for making you deal with me late at night."

"No worries, Mr. Kim... but next time, I expect you to save important numbers in your emergency contacts with the correct names," she emphasized the last part, and I felt heat creeping up my neck.

I admit I saved her number as "my future wife," but I never thought this would lead me here.

Her beauty is captivating.

Her confidence is enchanting.

I really regret doing that to her six years ago. Now I'm ready to face her anger.

I'm sure I'll win her back in the end.

I motivated myself in my mind, a sudden boost of confidence rushing through my veins.

I walked toward her seat, leaning in to match her gaze, feeling the tension crackle in the air.

"I want to clear one thing, Y/N... when I said, 'please be mine again,' I meant it..." I whispered softly, my breath brushing against her ear as I gently pecked her earlobe.

I took a step back, giving her space to process my words, but I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

"Think about it, Y/N," I added, my voice low yet earnest. "I'm not the same person I was six years ago. I'm ready to fight for you this time."

With that, I turned and walked away, the lingering tension between us igniting a sense of hope in my chest.

'I still do have some effect on her even after 6 years ...'

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TBC

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