RKIVE:AfterDark

[INTERMISSION] Ease

"I know he not throwing paper after I mopped-.." She mumbled to herself as she looked down at the balled up piece of paper.

This was unusual behavior from him. Never in her 3 years working for him has Namjoon ever thrown things on the floor, let alone do it right after she cleaned the floor. When she kneeled down and grabbed it, she unraveled it and sighed.

A page full of lyrics that has been crossed out.

Before she could ball it back up, another one came to a stop at her foot. Within a few seconds, her hand was full of used paper and now she was getting a bit frustrated.

"Now sir, you usually don't do this...is everything.....alright...?" When she rounded the corner, she found Namjoon with his head in his hands and his notepad open. He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows until he realized the paper in her hand.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Sweetie.." His eyes read of innocence and sympathy. She just nodded and smiled at the nickname he gave her. Namjoon always thought about how silent and nimble she was whenever she would be here while he was here. Her actions really did mirror a cat. After the nickname, his housekeeper had slowly become his good friend. "I'm just stressed."

"How about some tea?"

"That won't help.." He whispered, now staring up at the ceiling. "I'm gonna go take a shower." He stood up, plopping a pen on the notepad. "You can stay a while if you want, Sweetie." His voice turns into an echo as he ventures down the hall. "Maybe stay for dinner." She thought about it, inevitably shrugging when she decided to stay.

"Alright, sir." She looked around, not knowing where to sit until settling on the soft sectional couch. She usually doesn't cook unless he asks so she doesn't go back into the kitchen.

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Namjoon lets the hot water wash over him, a hand on the cool tile and the other wrapped around his hard dick. His housekeeper is going to be the death of him. He leans his head back, hand stroking himself at a steady pace as his eyes close. The water isn't as hot as his tanned skin when he pictures the woman that's sitting pretty in his living room. Namjoon knew he was fucked when he told her that she was hired. He doesn't know how he has made it to 2 years without asking her out. Probably the tours and studio sessions that kept him from his actual place helped but here he is now with no schedule and this beautiful woman that works for him.

An inaudible 'fuck' left his lips, his strokes quicken. Namjoon needed to focus, so he did. His housekeeper looked absolutely incredible today. The stress from all angles of his life lay on his shoulders and her smile always brushes them off and he can breathe. Namjoon pays her well enough and she wears it wonderfully. She still wears the perfume he bought her for Christmas as a thank you. It was called Good Girl and he immediately thought of her. She bought a nice turquoise blouse and these expensive heels with the birthday bonus he gave her and it complimented her deep golden skin tone so well. His crush is only getting bigger with this off schedule.

A short gasp and yes spilling over his hand and he continues to stroke, slowing down before completely stopping.

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When Namjoon returned to the living room, he realized his housekeeper wasn't where she was before he left. He stretched his arms and looked around. "Sweetie? Where did you go?" Namjoon jumped when her head popped out from behind a wall connected to the kitchen.