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K I M N A M J O O N

Y/N's lips were soft.

So soft.

I couldn't resist biting down gently on her lower lip as she wrapped her arm around me.

I didn't want to take advantage of her but the way Y/N kept on allowing my hands to wander all over her body made me want to turn her over so she'd be under me completely.

"I'm going to take your shirt off too." I whispered to her but she grabbed my hands and was quick to shake her head.

"No. No, I'm not-"

I smirked as her hands gripped my shoulders, pressing hard.

"Should I take mine off then?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "I-I don't know!" She exclaimed, cheeks reddening.

I placed one last peck on her forehead before stepping out of bed.

"It's actually good that you don't know." I caressed her face. "That's why should stop here, Y/N. I don't think you're ready yet."

Y / N

I stared at Namjoon as yet again he put away his desire for my sake and stared at me lovingly.

"I think I should spend tonight in my room." He muttered. His voice wasn't malicious or taunting but I could see he was disappointed, even if he was trying hard not to show it.

"There's work to be done...and I'll probably not be coming here for a few more days. I need to think some things through." He added hesitantly as I looked up at him, still recovering from the passion of his kisses.

"I'll have Yuna wait on you so you won't be alone." He told me almost distractedly as he retrieved his coat and turned to leave.

I stared at his retreating figure, weird thoughts taking birth in my mind.

Had he given up on me?

Did he think I was not worth his time?

Was I being too hard to deal with?

My anxiety grew as with every breath a new doubt surfaced.

I stared down at my clothes, my top askew and my lower body almost naked and I felt like screaming.

Why? Why did it have to be like this?

I let sobs escape my mouth as soon as I was sure that Namjoon was out of earshot. He had left me here all alone, I realised. I let out a frustrated scream, my breath quickening as I clutched and pulled at my hair.

What I didn't know that he was in his room, doing the same.

3  W E E K S  L A T E R

I hadn't seen much of Namjoon in the past week.

Yuna had told me that he had drowned himself in work and barely stepped out of his office. His meals were delivered to him.

He had stopped eating at the dining table. It was as if he was desperately trying to cut off all contact with me.

I wondered if he'd relent staying away from me if he knew how sickly pale I'd become, if he knew how I hadn't eaten in days.

Or if he knew that I missed him.

Terribly.

"Where is he?" I asked Yuna as she combed my hair. "Please leave it down. I don't want it styled." I requested.

Yuna sighed. "I'm worried for him, Y/N. And I'm worried for you too. Honestly, what are you both even doing?!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"I did nothing, Yuna." I fixed my gaze on hers through the mirror. "It was he who left me."

"Left you? Ha!" Yuna chuckled unbelievingly. "Oh youngsters these days, so naive." She tsked, shaking her head. "He's been pining for you and that's putting it as decently as I can."

I looked at her with resentful eyes. "He seems pretty detached for someone who's pining."

Yuna gave my shoulder a slap. "It's not like you let him in either. Even a man as confident and sure of himself as Namjoon needs reassurance, Y/N." She pulled me into a standing position and almost forcefully pushed a dress into my chest. "If for once you'd start acting less like a damsel in distress and more like the lover that he's been waiting for for ten years, maybe things wouldn't have reached where they have."

"Things haven't reached anywhere!" I defended halfheartedly. "Our relationship is still strong."

My heart fell when Yuna raised a questioning eyebrow. "Well, whatever you say. For now, just for God's sake, think about what I've said and go make him normal again." Her voice was almost pleading now. "I can't bear to see you two sad."

K I M N A M J O O N

My eyes immediately went to the door as it opened and Y/N stepped in.

"Why are you wearing that thing?" My fists clenched at the sight of her clothes.

"I wore it for you." She blurted.
I leaned back in my reclining chair. "Oh is that so? May I know the reason?"

I carefully watched Y/N's expressions waiting for her to explain. Although, I had missed her terribly but I wanted to be sure that she had come to terms with her feelings.

I had done all I could do but apparently being extremely considerate and caring still hadn't been enough.

I realised that I shouldn't have given up on us like that but I also knew that before I took the next step, I had to know whether or not Y/N even had any intentions of opening up to me.

I didn't want to hurt her so I had pulled back and waited...I was still waiting.

If only she'd come to me herself and put an end to this waiting.

"I want you to have me." She stuttered, her hands covering the deep plunging neckline of her flimsy dress. "For real this time. I promise I won't push you away like last time."

I got up from the chair, rounding the desk to come to a halt inches away from Y/N.

"You never pushed me away physically,
Y/N." I crossed my arms, leaning against the desk. "Your mental barriers never let me in the first place and I'm afraid that's not something that can change so easily."

"I'll try hard, Joon." Y/N pleaded. "I promise I'll be good."

I took a step towards her, eyes trained on hers. I let my hand trail along the curve of her neck and tipped her chin upwards. "And what exactly do you mean by good?"

Y/N's eyes were panicked, almost desperate as she grabbed my other hand and placed it in her waist.

"I won't ever shy away from your touch. You can do whatever you want to me, Joon. I promise I won't stop you, just please-please don't ignore me."

A moment of silence passed and I pulled away Y/N's hand covering her chest and let my mouth leave a wet trail across the smooth skin.

"Do you think it was easy to ignore you?" I pulled down the straps holding her dress up and unzipped it from the back but Y/N remained still.

"What makes you think that you're the only one who suffered?" I let the fabric pool at her waist. "Is that why you didn't come to me before?"

Y/N gasped as I pulled her dress upwards, turning her around to bend her against the table instead.

"Because if that's so, you need to be taught a lesson."