PREVIOUS CHAPTERS (a little run-down catch up since it's been a while since I updated):
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You blinked rapidly, wanting so badly to not see Kennah. The more you tried to look at him and blink like a maniac, the more his face changed to amusement as he waved over and went "boo".
You whined.
"Just leave me alone!"
"Then just stop thinking about me," he softly proposed.
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"You need a fucking shower," Sato barked for Eric who was about to kindly speak, "Jules in coming in today to see you for herself. The last thing we want is for her to throw up at the sight of you while she tries to eat."
You rolled your eyes internally before pouting for real on the outside. "Jules?"
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"I THINK I SLEPT WITH A JOURNALIST NAMED JULES!" Namjoon screeched, eyes squinting again.
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"I'm going to stab you in the jugular now and run," you piped, smiling kindly before waving your fingers as a bye. Before he could register or even react, you watched Eric's eyes go wide but you didn't hold back. Slashing the weapon you stole and opened within your robe by the aisles earlier, you allowed for the man's blood to touch your hand as you yanked the weapon back away without difficulty.
Eric fell backwards, clasping his hands over the open wound as he choked, his eyes so wide. Stumbling back, you found it your mission to take this to your advantage. You ran.
You needed a way out.
You needed a car.
You landed into the car, facing bodies that you didn't expect to face.
"Wait, you're the band on the USB," you blurted breathlessly.
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"You mentioned a USB and that we're on it? Wha- I can't get that out of my head ever since we brought you back to our dorm."
"Y-Yes."
"Yes?" he breathed out, smiling in relief that your cracking voice acknowledged his confused ramble of words.
"The USB along with others carry images, videos, and scandals that are sold underground to highest bidders. The more money placed on one USB and its contents causes a storm of money; so, the media and people working for the industries above can catch on to new scandals fast."
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Namjoon blew his nose, feeling his forehead drench with sweat as he shifted positions on the chair. Glancing over at the intern that seemed to leave water by the table in front of him, he smiled kindly in her sweet direction. Her eyes barely met his, exterior shy, and face round; creating a baby-face easily to look at and trust. The leader felt himself relax as he greeted her.
"Aoroma," he called out, bowing.
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Her eyes still didn't gleam along with the grin she held. "I've managed to get my hands on this USB."
The man looked at the small drive in confusion.
Jules smile fell. "The context in here and the address of the idol are linked."
"This is big," Jules interrupted, sighing as she rolled out of her chair and placed the drive back to her desk. She locked the drawer, making sure it was protected by her side. "If not for the article I'll work on, then for me...for me it's big and important to know more about."
"You disappear, you grow sick constantly, and you're always eating as if you haven't been home in forever," the man said lowly, moving his large glasses up his nose. He noticed the tense woman before him grow more tense. He couldn't help but ask, "What is going on with you?"
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Sato watched as the woman in charge of everything pursed her smile from getting too large. "And the rest of you, find out where this Sarah is by tonight. I need leads and answers to where Y/N might be. The red head is the key to all."
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"We need to be relocated by sundown tonight." Namjoon said.
You started to brush your teeth. "What? Where are you guys hiding me?"
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"Behave yourself alright? There's a tornado warning around where you're headed. It's a suburban area and all I know is that most of what you'll need is already stored there. It's a cottage-like place where my daughter and my grand-daughter used to stay."
"Yes sir. I understand."
"Remember," the man chuckled, "no more distractions."
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(RECAP DONE LOL)
CHAPTER 7: You're really beautiful.
It had been a bumpy ride. From the casual glances his way, to the bickering and soft glares presented, you decided on not bothing Kim Namjoon while being driven through streets, neighbourhoods, and cities you didn't know much of anything about. Even when you drifted off to sleep and the sun came down, his slight sniffling was getting better but still alarming. He was sick and you felt bad for coughing on him while he had kissed you for the first time. With that realization and soft glances in his way, you managed to sleep.
Namjoon knew you were staring at him. Trying to breathe through the congestion in his chest, he couldn't help but feel better when the sun went down and the soft air that blew from his slightly cracked window helped his lungs. It was cold and he liked it being that way.
The moment he heard you softly breathing beside him, it was clear you slept. He stared for a moment before awkwardly glancing out into the dark. Moving his head comfortably into the headrest behind him, he tried to find slumber past the aching that stretched at his neck.
Eyes meeting your sleeping form one last time, he sighed in loudly, glanced at the driver that was attentive, and then followed up sleeping.
He woke up slow. Mouth dry and eyes barely open when sun was hit at his face along with a door opening up. It took Namjoon a while to notice the driver politely holding onto his bags, along with waiting for the idol to find his wake and get out of the vehicle they had been riding in for 5 plus hours. Namjoon had lost count the minute he slept.
Glancing around his surroundings, the boy shifted and saw grass. There was a lot of grass surrounding the car that was parked onto a gravel driveway. However, the scent of the air was fresh and awakening. Looking back at the driver, his head snapped over to the opposing side to see you shift and slowly being helped on the other side.
"Wakey wakey, ya a-hole!" you chimed groggily from as a security that followed from the car behind helped you up.
Namjoon was entirely awake now. Moving out, he thanked the driver who smiled over at him and handed over the bags due to Namjoon's humbling request. He glanced over at you who was asking on security to carry you, while the other left behind held your bags. You were already behaving like some princess that needed to be taken up to her bed to sleep. He rolled his eyes.
"Where're will you three be resting? It's been a long drive."
The driver smiled. "One security that drove the second car will be joining be in the smaller housing in the backyard of this place. The other will monitor and help you get settled in along with your two guests."
Namjoon's brows furrowed deeply at that. He didn't know if it was simply too early for him to capture everything being said, or if he genuinely wasn't losing his mind and hearing right. "Two guests?"
"Our boss didn't want Y/N to feel alone surrounded by men," the driver said, guiding Namjoon to the homey cottage-like style of a house that held comfort and warmth on the interior. The idol almost felt completely cured of his slight sickness when imagining how comfortable the rooms might be inside. It took him a while to listen back to what the driver was saying, "BangPD arranged one of the interns to help Y/N settle in."
Namjoon made it to the widened door, seeing as the driver bowed and started to walk to his location in the backyard. Thanking him again, he couldn't help but question out of curiousity one last time.
"Intern?"
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"Intern?!" you barked, surprised to meet a innocently smiling face in the room that was chosen out for you. The security that held you didn't seem to be phased at the sight of the woman in the house, that only made your skin crawl.
Having him set you down and bow. You wished for the two to wait for you but they did not. "She will be taking care of you in here."
"But-"
They left, closing the door behind them. You swallowed so hard, feeling as if you were truly some hostage now. Looking slowly back over to the woman that held a smile, there was something in her eyes however. Something that you didn't quite understand. The minute you had walked in, it was as if she was shocked to see you just as much as you were to see her. Now that. That was what made this whole smiling innocently over at you now suspicious.
She bowed, her long hair straight and dark as she cutely waved. She greeted you in Korean and then spoke loud and clear, "My name is Aoroma and I will be helping you in all ways I can."
"Okay, Aoron-"
"It's Aoroma."
"Right," you said with a tight smile, chuckling nervously before slowly getting up from the bed. You were tired, and your numb legs were still getting used to moving from all the troubles that Sato, Eric, Jules, and the others had placed on you when you were captured.
"Why did they send you?"
"To make you feel comfortable in this home."
You glanced at her hands that were tangled together. The girl seemed impatient and your eyes narrowed at her exterior. "How am I supposed to feel comfortable if you look just the opposite?" You chuckled genuinely now.
"Sorry," she said, smiling gently, "I just didn't expect you to be so pretty when you were carried in."
You grinned at that.
She noticed you liked the compliment and continued, "I heard you're Jin's friend visiting the boys and I'm here for anything you would like me to do. Think of me as a friend."
Your brows furrowed. "Jin's frie-" you noticed her grow intrigued over you confused and you quickly tried to save yourself. "Oh yea! Seok Jin! Yes. We're tight."
Aoroma chuckled, nodding before glancing over at the door. "Is Namjoon oppa here as well?"
"Yes," you sighed, rolling your eyes.
She looked back at you, like a child with bright eyes. "So you're not alone?"
Your face said it all. You didn't know if you should continue being scared at such a question. Blinking, you shook your head. "No, he's a friend of mine too," you lied, feeling uneasy in saying anything around the adorable sweet intern.
You noticed how soothing her image looked and tried to like her. She was pretty, cute, and held the greatest baby-face known to man. Relieving yourself of all the stress you felt in your body, you begged yourself not to be so paranoid.
"Give her a chance," Kennah chuckled, at your side in a flash as he eyed the new room he was going to probably sneak around like a ghost in a lot. "Why you have to be paranoid and defensive around everyone?"
You ignored your dead ex-boyfriend before trying to smile at her. It was like Kanye west trying to break a smile; it wasn't happening. "I uh," you cleared your throat, trying to be civil. You chuckled nervous. "I was just about to sleep. It was great meeting you all scared...friend."
She nodded, smiling with her teeth.
You relaxed a little. Look at that precious face. She's adorable. Y/N you need to calm down and breathe.
"You rest, I'll be sleeping in the joint room across there. Shout at me whenever you need me."
You nodded, waving at her and wanting her to leave. She smiled sweetly and you finally managed to do it back. It hurt you physically and mentally how bad you were at interacting to normal members of society. Sighing, you shook your head when seeing her move through the door in the right of the large bedroom. The bathroom was connected to another door on the opposite side that lead to hers.
She left, closing the door behind her.
You stared at the doorknob and found no locks. Pursing your lips shut, you narrowed your eyes and moved towards the door slowly. She was gone but for some reason, you felt her eyes still on you. You felt her smile still around you, and her cute giggle. Feeling jumpy, you stood in front of the door.
Kennah mumbled, "don't do it," behind you as you stood thinking about your next actions.
You ignored him.
You did it. You moved a corner chair underneath the door a little. Knowing if during your sleep that door were to open, you'd find out and wake easily. This settled your paranoid self and you jumped when Kennah laughed right by your ear.
"Don't judge me."
"She's just an intern."
You sighed, "I know, it's just-"
"She isn't Jules," he said with a light smile. His eyes soothed you right away. "No need to fear everyone you meet. It's okay to get close to people."
"We still talking about the intern or the idol struggling downstairs?" you asked with a roll of the eyes, down with Kennah trying to talk towards your feelings. You slapped your back to the covers of the queen-sized bed in the room before looking over at the minimalist décor that ranged this room.
"Somewhat," he joked.
You sighed at his laugh. He laid next to you yet the covers of the bed didn't cave in. He wasn't there. You knew that, but it still saddened you.
"Would you leave me alone? I'm trying to sleep."
"Stop thinking about me," he sighed, squinting one eye shut before having the other peek at you playfully, "I always vanish when your mind is somewhere else."
You hated that he was right. Instead of acknowledging him, you closed your eyes in the small room that held almost all wooden furniture. Smelling the oak from around the floors that had creaked below you before you were on the bed, you took in a few good pumps before breathing easily and steadily.
You relaxed your mind.
You slept.
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Namjoon couldn't sleep.
Sneezing, coughing. Sure it wasn't as bad as the days of death before, but it was still bad on his chest that ached. Laying onto the couch in the living room after going through a door of the first floor. The cottage was concluded to be beautiful inside and out. It wasn't until Namjoon got inside where he truly realized how rich his boss was at this point in live.
From the way each room was decorated, to the way the kitchen glistened and sparkled, to the fountain-like sinks in the bathrooms. It was small, packed, but beautiful. Namjoon found his favourite to be the main living room space that was larger than any other room on the first floor.
It held a rack of music, a boom box, and plentiful of vinyls on a dark wooden dresser. Pictures of older celebrities and familiar faces in the industry were hung up above the 'music station'. Just below his feet was a large carpet made in with the wood that separated one half of the room with the other. One half held carpet, the other oak wood panels. The couches sat, there was a tv, and old discs to watch multiple dramas and movies. But in the end, Namjoon enjoyed the beautiful carpet side better.
He sneezed again just as he was about to sleep.
"Have this Namjoon oppa."
Namjoon almost fell off the couch when seeing the face of a woman standing near his feet. He was startled and tried to breathe past the mucus. Blinking rapidly, his voice cracked as he steadied his sitting position on the couch and stared over at the woman. "Aoroma!"
"At your service," she joked, shutting her phone that was in her hand quick before attending a tissue box in his direction.
Namjoon looked at the phone in her hand, her face, and then the tissue. Out of all the interns, it was only Namjoon's luck that BangPD would send the one that he had slept with during his craze months back. Trying not to whine in annoyance, he found the plus sides internally as he took the box and nodded over at her. "Thank you."
She smiled sweetly, putting her phone back into that pocket of her jeans. "Y/N has fallen asleep sir. The guard and your driver are also asleep. There's one security guard outside the door on that porch and he's there for watch."
"Why are you telling me this," Namjoon chuckled, taking a tissue into his hand.
Aoroma shrugged. "Just making you comfortable. There's clearly a reason to why you two have come out here in secret."
Namjoon stared at her, awed, "N-No, it's nothing like that. We're just-"
"Hiding from something?" she asked softly.
Namjoon's brows furrowed. "I-"
She smiled. Large and cute. "Are you hiding your girlfriend here?" she asked with narrowed eyes as she was suddenly no longer soft, only giggling.
Namjoon took a moment to laugh back. He relaxed and shook his head. "Ani, she's not a girlfriend. Just Jin's friend that needed to be away from the other group members because she was a hassle." He chuckled and expected her to join him but she did nothing but smile that same way she always did.
"Well, I just wanted you to know that the house is secure and you can find some rest oppa." Her eyes were innocent.
Namjoon nodded. "Yes, thank you." He genuinely meant it as he smiled.
She nodded, expecting him to lay back down but he instead sighed and stood back up. "But there's no way I'm going to be able to sleep," he laughed, moving past her and towards the kitchen, "let's prepare dinner."
She was awkward. "Oh, I can do that. I really think it's important that you sleep."
"I'll help," he kindly spoke out, smiling over at her and moving to usher her over to the kitchen. "Let's cook something up for everyone. The guards must be hungry as well."
"But it's the middle of the day-"
"We'll make dinner."
Aoroma smiled at him softly smiling at her. He nudged for her to come follow him to the kitchen and she eventually caved into his stubbornness as she followed. As she did, her phone beeped in alert over a message. She went to get it quick and Namjoon was already at the fridge, taking out possible ingredients.
He joked. "I help Jin out sometimes so this shouldn't be hard, right?"
She chuckled, barely noticing his sentences as she looked over at the screen before her. She read the message.
'We've found the red-head. Sarah. She's some pimp that runs a brothel. I'll contact you when I get more information on her, and possible whereabouts of Y/N.'
Aoroma licked her lips, glancing over at the back of Namjoon that didn't focus on her. She laughed sweetly at what he said and the minute he turned back around, her face fell, eyes hard as she angrily typed back.
'No need dipshits. Looks like I've found Y/N myself.'
There was an outrage of spam messages that caused her phone to louden. Namjoon looked towards the intern's direction and knitted his brows. She looked focused when staring at the screen.
'Jules. Inform the others of your location and we'll be over as soon as we can.'
Aoroma jumped when Namjoon's laugh sparked near her. He was trying to peek over to see the conversation she was so interested in. "What's wrong? You alright?"
She panicked, moving the phone into her chest as she shut it. "Yes, I'm great." She smiled nicely, as sweetly as her cheeks got force out.
Namjoon chuckled at the woman so jumpy. "Didn't BangPD say no phone allowed down here when with Y/N and I?" he was teasing, knowing that even he didn't care for that rule. Seeing as she smiled but it was tight, his smile fell a little in awkward concern.
"All jokes aside, you good?"
"Yes," she piped, forcing on a huge smile, "Why not start dinner." She giggled her signature cute giggle.
Namjoon was back to smiling tiredly at her without stress as he nodded and moved back to the ingredients he had pulled out.
Her phone blared up in her pocket one last time and her skin crawled as she answered it.
'I'll contact you when the need be. Get the USB.'
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Sato looked at the message. His thumbs stopped tapping away as he glanced over at the red-head that was sat tied up in the living room of this dorm-room-like building presented by their boss they knew as Jules, for everyone to rest at.
There was a laugh. It was from Sarah. "She asked about the USB didn't she?"
Sato's anger was always a factor to his ways of doing things. It didn't help that his best friend was killed last night laying on the bed literally a few stairs up from where he stood. Eyes narrowing, the man stared at the woman that twitched and tried to steer in her ropes.
"Yes."
"Boo-hoo."
He wasn't amused. "Tip-toeing around what we want from you isn't going to help."
"You killed my best friend," she barked, talking about Kennah. "Why would I help you in any way."
"Because if you don't you'll soon be joining your friend."
She grinned.
Sato didn't have time for any of this. He spoke. Blunt and wanting answers.
"Where have you hid it."
"It's in the right hands." Sarah said, blinking tiredly when thinking about the real Jules. Not the one that was using the name as a title to get what she wanted from these people. She was talking about Jules; the real, innocent, and oblivious character.
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"I'm not that innocent."
Jules looked over at her boss who was smiling and complimenting her work that she made sure to have at his desk. She was 'hard-working, motivated, and inspiration to all' he called it, only to comment on her stern and ruthless behaviour as 'a façade to hide her innocence'.
"Oh, but you are my sweet," he chuckled before thanking her again for the written work on the tornado and the bombing alerts between countries near and far from her. "I'm just glad you came through."
She smiled lightly, tired from staying all night trying to finish the piece. "I always do."
He knew she wanted him to leave her office. But he lingered, his smile falling a little when seeing her so overly stressed still. Her expression, voice, and exterior wasn't upset over the article, but rather something else. And he knew what it was.
"Are you still considering the idol group and that stupid USB that you found?"
Jules tried to deny it, but he insisted in an answer.
"I didn't find it," she whispered, thinking back to how it was delivered to her through mail, "It was sent to me and I what he holds inside-"
He was concerned for her. "What's wrong Jules..."
She swallowed. Staring at his soft eyes, she moved her hand below her chest and over towards her stomach out of habit. Her thoughts were deep as she rubbed over her blouse before looking back at her boss that watched her.
"What's on that USB could ruin those boys..."
"And how does that-"
"And me," she said, not understanding anything that was the mystery of the drive, "The USB could ruin me."
Confusion. Pure confusion was written on her boss's face and Jules swallowed hard, just as confused towards why she was chosen to be dragged into this mess.
Her boss's face, body, and soul hardened.
"Across the hall in 5," he ordered, walking out and demanding a visit to his office.
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"Down the stairs in 5," Namjoon ordered, walking past your door and demanding you to dinner.
You were up. Staring at the ceiling, you breathed in when jolting awake at the loud knock from the man. Cursing at him so rude, you mumbled bad things under your breath as you stood up and stretched your aching-self. You were no longer tired, almost even refreshed and relaxed.
Seeing the door Namjoon had knocked on to open, you were about to curse over, expecting it to be the idol, but instead, got the familiar sweet face of Aoroma who kindly let herself in.
Your smile fell.
She squinted her eyes, making her presence soothing and innocent.
You fell for it as you slowly smiled at her, shaking away your paranoia and listening to Kennah from earlier.
"Hi Aoroma."
"Nice to see you awake," she piped, sweet as usual. "I'm here to help you get ready."
"Help me get ready?"
She giggled. "Attend to your wounds and have you beautiful and washed for dinner with Namjoon oppa of course. I personally hate when a guest isn't at their best when presented to eat with others, so I'll help."
Your brows furrowed, "wait, wounds? I don't-"
"Namjoon's told me about some wounds," Aoroma said slow, "No need to answer any questions because I won't be asking any."
You slowly nodded, unsure of the situation. The only thing that went through your head was how inappropriate you found Namjoon to be talking about your injuries to an intern sent over. Shaking away from thinking to deeply into it, you watched as she closed the door behind you.
"Let's get you ready."
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"You're ready!" she was chirpy, sweet.
Staring at her from the mirror in the bathroom, you felt bad. Aoroma had been sweet to you, had handled you with care, and helped with every concern you had with your injuries while getting dressed. Pursing your lips and smiling sweetly at her brushing your shoulders, you looked forward at how you looked. It was thoroughly over-dressed considering what you were going to do, and it had clearly been more than 5 minutes as Namjoon had ordered earlier.
"I shouldn't be wearing your clothin-"
"Oh please," Aoroma waved, squinting her eyes before looking at the low bun she had quickly dressed your hair up in. It was braided and pinned. You tried not to smile over how easily she made your appearance to look from 'border-line wolf' to 'puke-worthy beautiful'. She even gave you a beautiful black jumpsuit to hide your legs your bandages and the silk felt great on your skin.
"It is kinda tight," you joked, having trouble breathing a little. "Makes me feel like I've got monstrous shoulders."
The woman giggled before having you turn and face her. "Now go, my new best friend," she cutely piped and you actually smiled a little, staring at the adorable woman before you speak, "Go eat, and have Namjoon drool over you the rest of the night."
Your brows furrowed as she was about to move away from you. Leaving the bathroom, you quickly piped, "You're not joining us?"
"No," she said, forcing on a smile, "I've got other business to attend to."
"What about the guards?" you asked, not wanting to be alone with Namjoon. You didn't know why you felt so small and vulnerable all of a sudden; maybe even shy to enter the space of a man looking the way you did. You hadn't felt this pretty, well, ever.
"They are my business."
Your brows knit, she continued, chuckling as she moved out the door.
"What I mean is that I should spend some time with them for dinner and let you two rest for the night. If you want to find me or any of the security, we'll be in the backyard."
You pursed your painted lips.
"O-Okay."
"Have fun tonight," Aoroma said, her smile falling a little as she turned to head for the door.
"Y-Yeah, I'll try," you piped, feeling hot and tight in the clothes provided on you. You looked into the mirror, eyes a little wide when realizing just how great you looked. You were petrified to go down and be alone with Namjoon for the rest of the night.
"Yeah, you do that," Aoroma said slow, her eyes glancing at her phone as a cunning smile met her cute baby-face. "I've got some work of my own to do."
She pranced down the stares, waved over a confused Namjoon, before running out and into the backyard.
Namjoon watched her disappear into the smaller cottage out back. He wanted to invite the others in to join them but all refused, even Aoroma which surprised the man. Seeing as they were all eating through the glass windows, he spotted Aoroma hop inside and greet the security. Before he could eye and watch the intern take her seat to the table that the security and driver kindly pulled out for her, Namjoon's glance was alerted over to the noise of new steps moving down the stairs.
He was confused over why it sounded like someone wore shoes in the house. Eyes meeting dark heels that weren't excessive, he looked up over your legs, to your torso, your bare arms, shoulders, neck, and then to your beautiful face.
His brows jumped, only to knit a little after once you entered the kitchen and awkwardly pointed over at the food that was re-heated because of the wait you had presented.
You could feel his eyes, his confusion, and his complete awe. Not knowing how to feel about him checking you out, your cheeks were back to feeling hot, along with your ears. You awkwardly pointed at the food and smiled.
"Let's eat?" you asked, voice hard to get out without cracking a little in nervousness.
Namjoon swallowed. Glancing away from you and looking at what he wore. He casually glanced at his shorts, hoodie, and bandana he wore due to the sweat of his previous fever. It helped move his hair from hitting his eyes. Clearing his throat and awkwardly pointing over to the table again, he wanted to question why you looked the way you looked but decided against it.
Instead, he watched you near one of the chairs slow and he smiled, moving to cutely grab the chair out for you as he had seen the driver do for Aoroma just a minute ago. Seeing as you thanked him and awkwardly asked him to sit too, he nodded and then you nodded.
The next involved both of you to clear your throats almost simultaneously when Namjoon was caught staring at your face for too long. You sat, feeling so hot and thinking of sweating yourself. Eyes large and wanting to suddenly gag, you didn't as you were genuinely hungry. Watching Namjoon move to find a seat on the rounded table himself, he bumped into one chair as he walked back and smiled in your direction. Catching himself before he could snap the wooden chair, he caught it, held onto it, and claimed that as his spot so fast with red cheeks.
"You alright?"
"Y-Yea." He answered way too quick, and way to highly-pitched.
You smiled a little to yourself, noticing how easily his rudeness had faded. You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little when he mumbled, 'eat'. Men, you thought to yourself, sighing before grabbing hold of some of the dishes prepared.
Namjoon filled his plate up as well. He watched you slowly from the corner of his eye. Swallowing, his licked his chapped lips for a moment before rubbing at his shorts over his thigh and starting to eat. He wanted to focus on the food but only found himself look over at you slowly eat.
You felt yourself getting hot again when seeing him eat and constantly look over at you.
It was painfully quiet.
"You didn't eat?"
Namjoon grew more red. "I uh," he cleared his throat for the millionth time, "I thought to wait for everyone."
Your brows furrowed at that, genuinely touched a little at the unexpected wait. You didn't express your shock however, knowing that it would be awkward for the both of you to talk about Namjoon's sweet and respectful side as a man.
"Thank you."
He nodded.
Silence again.
It was silent and good for a moment before he spoke, with again, a clear of a throat. He tried to bring it up naturally but nothing about what he said was natural.
"You're really beautiful."
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A/N: cuteness in next chapter along with a little chaos. :) finally was able to write, thank the universe aha. But eh! This chapter must've cleared up a FEW of your questions right? Mwhahhaha.