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Part LXIX - THE CULPRIT

"I'll do my best," Sehun nods and I leave her with them.

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Seoul, September 2020
Y/N's PoV

It is my first time.

And just like every first time I had with Namjoon, it happened in haste, unexpectedly and in a questionable situation.

Nevertheless, it is still my first time on his own bed.

Namjoon's room is decorated in light colours, mainly white, cream and light grey. Almost like my room which was the exact opposite of Yoongi's. Both find lights very important. However, while Yoongi went crazy with lamps and lighting, Namjoon accentuate on natural light with huge windows and sheer curtains. Though, both of them have quite a taste in woody and earthy ornament.

Dinner went in a flash. Namjoon and I engaged in a conversation where we whine practically about everything. The weight on his shoulder is not to be taken lightly and mostly so often, I'm happy to help even just to listen. When we got aware of the time, it was already late and I lost my chance to persuade him to let me go home.

After letting me shower, Namjoon lends me one of his white t-shirts which I swear I've seen hanging in my closet before. I think it's the exact same one as what Yoongi has. It's just different in size and scent. And this one made me drown in it.

The night is peaceful. We spent most of it lying in bed, reading. I borrowed one of his Haruki Murakami to read while he got busy with his newly bought art book. I had one of my hands mindlessly caressing his hair, but we haven't done anything inappropriate.

I didn't remember how it went til we are now lying side by side on his bed, facing each other. I can see the moonlight shining from the window on his back, emphasizing all of his figures. He shines and there's nothing else in this world that I want except to run my fingers over his golden shimmering skin. I resist myself though, tucking both of my hands under my head in the pillow.

"Happy Birthday," I said when I spot his clock showing that midnight has struck, "What do you want for your birthday this year?"

"You," He answers without hesitancy, "I want you."

"Well, I'm here, ain't I?"

"Just until the morning comes," He huffs, "Really... when can I have you back?"

"Not this year, Joon," I gaze at him softly, "There are steps to everything."

"I talked to Sehun hyung," His deep voice suddenly utters.

"You talk to Sehun almost every day."

"I mean," He said, "I talked about the threat letter."

"The one we got in LA?" I sit up, sensing a serious conversation coming.

Namjoon also sits as he nods, "Just like we suspected, it was all made up. Someone in the company sent it."

"The company sent it?" I managed to keep my composure, not surprised.

"No, It's not exactly the company," He sounds serious but hesitated.

"Stop talking in cryptic and tell me who sent it."

"Someone from the security team made and sent it, but it was under a personal order."

"And who ordered it?" I got impatient.

"I don't know."

What the?

"What do you mean you don't know?" I was almost frustrated.