Warnings: morning/wall sex, cum on skin

It was the sound of running water that woke me early the next morning. I felt a little confused about where I was for a moment, but after opening my eyes and noticing the decorum of the room I was in, I remembered. The beautiful artwork was posted on the walls, along with some KAWS pieces on one of the shelves. While I had only been inside this room less than twelve hours, I knew the person who inhabited it well enough to never doubt who the room belonged to.

Despite our friendship and closeness, I had never seen the inside of Namjoon's room. Last night I was far too occupied to pay attention to it. Concluding that the sound of running water was coming from the attached bathroom, I figured Namjoon was showering. That meant I had an opportunity to take a good look at his private quarters.

I wasn't planning on snooping into his closed cabinets, but anything out in the open was up for looking into, right? Mischievously and curiously, I shuffled out of the bed. A soreness was felt throughout my inner thighs and pussy. It felt like I had an intense workout at the gym. I was going to need a shower myself.

Once the covers came off me, a shiver ran through my body. I cursed my Latin blood for being easily cold. I searched around to find something I could put on.

Noticing an oversized hoodie on a corner chair, I pulled it on without hesitation. I took notice of my panties on the floor and picked them up. However, I noticed the dry residue on it from last night. I let them fall back to the ground and settled with only having the hoodie around me. My overnight bag was by the front door. I could go and grab my bag, but I wanted to take advantage of my alone time and look around the room.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I walked around the room and allowed myself to snoop around. I found sweet, personal, and random items. Odd Pokémon objects were all over the room. A few baseball caps were tossed to a corner, along with a couple of Rolexes and other expensive jewelry. It was no secret that Namjoon tended to toss things instead of putting them in their proper place. I smiled at his habit. There were a couple of photos of the guys and several of his family and dog, Rapmon. One frame of Rapmon in particular caught my attention. It was a recent one. One I had taken last Christmas while I spent the holiday with the Kim family. Seeing the white American Eskimo always squeezed my heart. He was the sweetest dog.

"Are you snooping around to see what to steal from me?" came a timbre voice from behind.

I turned to find a tall, wet, and gorgeous man standing between the bathroom and bedroom. Sadly, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, so I couldn't drool over his nice-sized member like I had last night.

"The only thing I would like to steal from you is that towel," I said, openly staring at him like he was a good piece of steak.

His shy dimples appeared. His eyes then raked over me in return. He stayed quiet, but I could hear a change in his breathing. There was a frown on him as he stared at my lower half. I cocked my hip against his dresser and crossed my legs, knowing full well the angle was going to make the hoodie rise higher. I was certain he was asking himself if I had anything underneath the hoodie. I liked the thought of him marinating in that question.

There was a strong inhale but he cleared his throat. "How'd you sleep?" he asked, pulling his eyes away.

"Real good. It felt like I was asleep for 10 hours," I answered honestly.

He looked a little surprised. "We only slept four hours. Once you fell asleep, I was sure you were going to be out for a lot longer."

"Why?"

He gave a half chuckle. "You were practically snoring."

"For real?" I asked, shocked but finding it funny.

He nodded.

I let out a laugh. "Shit, I guess I was that worn out."

I hadn't meant to make it sound kinky, but the blush on Namjoon's cheeks and how he turned away let me know he had taken it that way. Well, I couldn't blame him for thinking that. It had been a long night. And I became mindful of the soreness my body felt. However, seeing him dripping wet made me want to brush aside my discomfort and go another round with him.

I was sure my horniness was due to having gone so long without sex. I had always had a healthy sex life, but since my breakup with my ex, I had gone through a very long and dry spell. I had had a couple of sex partners in between, but neither of them had left me satisfied. It was nice to have a partner who actually knew what they were doing like Namjoon continued to prove.

"I know it's a little early, but if you're hungry, we can order breakfast," he said, wanting to bring back normalcy.

But I wanted to stay where we were: thinking about sex. I cocked my head to the side and sent him a flirtatious smile. "I'm hungry alright, but I don't think room service has what I'm craving."

Namjoon let out a noise as he allowed his eyes to reach mine. I could see his pupils become darker, hungrier. "What would that be?"

I made my way over to him, slowly. "Something warm. I'm a little cold."

The dragon eyes looked down at my chest and legs, a groan-type noise coming out of him. "That hoodie not working for you?"

I was about an arm's length away from him, having reached the wall that divided the bathroom and bedroom. I leaned on it and gave him a pout as I shook my head slowly.

Namjoon took a step towards me, his massiveness making me feel like a tiny creature. "I can warm you," he said in that deep, gruff voice that never failed to send shivers throughout my body.

"Yeah?" I let out in form of a tiny whine.

He came forward, towering over me. "We'll keep the sweater on. Wouldn't want you to get cold," he said deeply into my ear as his large palm stroked the small of my back, pulling my skin against his. His other hand came down to the back of my thigh and lifted it slowly, parting my legs so he could snuggle in between them.

My body automatically responded to his. My leg hooked onto his hip. Instantly, I rubbed my center against the towel that was still covering him.

His head moved from my neck and stared down at me as I worked my pussy on his towel, getting myself off.

I rotated my hips and I found a sweet angle and position that felt delicious; however, I began to crave more. Another whine escaped me, asking him, pleading with him.

Namjoon didn't respond, though, he continued to only watch me. He was getting aroused watching me fuck myself on his towel. But I needed him to be doing something, not just watching.

I decided to use my words. "Namjoon," I let out in pout, my thrusts becoming more desperate against him. I wanted that damn towel off. Now.

Both of his large hands caressed my waist, his thumbs stroking my skin. "Tell me," he said. His voice was so low and soft, I could barely hear him.

"Touch me," I pleaded.

His hands moved up my waist, going up the sweater and reaching my tits.

My eyes moved to his face and watched him as his fingers took hold of my nipples. Using his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched each peak, causing me to let out a screech of arousing pain. I balanced myself on his shoulders and I brought my other leg around his hip.

He stepped closer, pushing me right up against the wall. He moved his hips against me, the towel rubbing my now wet cunt. The friction felt nice, but still not enough.

"More," I let out, close to tears from the teasing.

His hand took my entire breast and squeezed as his other hand continued to pinch my nipple. "Tell me, girl. What do you want?"

You, I wanted to answer. But knew he was wanting specifics. "Fuck me."

He thrust harder against my core, pushing me harder onto the wall. The liquid coming off him was no longer water but sweat.

My lower lips trembled and grew wetter at the pressure. "Your cock. I need it. Please," I let out, clutching onto his arms as my hips moved frantically against him.

Finally, using one hand, he pulled the towel off. My eyes stayed down, absorbing the beautiful view of his gorgeous member.

He must have reached his peak as well. He quickly licked his lips and brought them to my hot center.

At his touch, I felt a gush of wetness come down my pussy.

There was a clear look of shock on his face as he worked three fingers easily inside me. "You're so wet," he let out under his breath.

I circled my hips, maneuvering his digits to a different angle inside me.

The new position caused a sharp intake of breath from him. "Shit, your gonna kill me." He took his member in his hand and brought it to my lower lips. He slapped my pussy a couple of times with it, causing me to shiver. Then we both watched the head enter my core and slowly disappear inside of me. Because of the angles our bodies were in, a small outline of his cock could be seen rubbing against my flat tummy. The view caused both of us to let out moans.

"That's hot," he grunted, pushing in more, not stopping until his entire cock was fully inside.

A sharp pain shot down my thighs and center, signaling to me my body had not yet recovered from last night's activities. But the pleasure I felt inside overpowered any discomfort.

My arms went around Namjoon as I let my hips fall on his member, loving how full he made me feel. I had fucked big dicks before—a couple bigger than Namjoon's. But there was something about his cock that overshadowed the others. The thick vein under his shaft hit the right small spots in me. His mushroom-shaped head had a small curve that tended to graze my walls in sweet torture. And the way he thrust, his balls slapped my ass made me think of how great he would feel inside my other hole.

He pushed in and out of me, creating a sweet rhythm that I quickly matched. Knowing my body very well, I arched my back so he could hit a special spot.

His fingers dug into my thighs as he looked down at where we were joined.

Sweat dripped off him, falling onto my throbbing clit. I brought my fingers to it, giving it attention.

At seeing my fingers join in on the fun, he let out a deep grunt and pushed in a little harder.

"Fuck!" I wailed out, clutching onto his arm.

His thrusts become erratic; he was close.

I squeezed him, my movements becoming wilder as well, especially when his fingers pushed mine away so he could play with me.

"I'm gonna cum," I let out.

"Me too. Where do you want it?" he asked, stepping even closer and rutting me.

My limbs gripped every part I could. "Wherever."

He forced my back fully to the wall, his chest pressing against mine. His fingers pinched my sensitive button.

"Namjoon! I'm close!" I wasn't going to last and I dug my nails into his back, trying to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible.

"Let go," he ordered deeply, his fingers at full speed against me.

My body sang around his, my legs and arms shaking and falling apart.

He continued to thrust inside me erratically until my body felt like jelly. Then, once I began to see color again, he pulled out and jerked off against my belly. After a few strokes, hot, white, milk squirted out of him, landing mostly on my stomach, some reaching my breasts and a few drops on my chin.

His breath had become erratic and heavy. His body fell slightly on me and I held onto his slippery, sweaty body. My lips reached over and touched as much skin as they could reach.

A solid moment later, he came down from his high.

"I'm gonna need another shower," he let out.

I felt his heart rate slowing down as my palm caressed his chest. "Me first, though. I'm still crusty from yesterday."

He smiled down at me. "Wanna take one together?"

I let out a giggle. "Don't tempt me. If we do that, my legs won't be able to go on that bike ride."

He let out a groan, holding me closer. "You're right. I really don't want to be one of those couples whose relationship is based solely on sex."

A moan escaped me, thinking of the pair of us only being in bed. My mind loved it, but my thighs and cunt shivered at the idea. "As much as I would love to be that couple, my body couldn't handle it. I'm already feeling sore."

Instantly at saying this, Namjoon's hands became softer and more careful, massaging whatever part of my body he could reach. "Let me draw you a bath then."

I shook my head. "I do that and I'm falling asleep in that tub."

"Maybe tonight then," he said invitingly, a sparkle in his eye.

I let out a chuckle. "There's no way I could stay another night."

"Why not?" he asked incredulously.

'Because then I'll never see my house', I wanted to answer. I knew if I overstayed my welcome at Namjoon's house, it would be hard to leave it. It was genuinely a worry of mine with all of my other boyfriends. I had a rule about no sleepovers more than two days a week. I didn't find it healthy to see my significant other that often. It caused too much dependence.

However, I knew it would sound too harsh to Namjoon, so I decided to go with a half-truth. "My body will refuse to leave the bed tomorrow if I stay here. I have a meeting with Sihyuk first thing tomorrow. Don't think he'll appreciate it if I cancel."

Namjoon frowned at the news. "I didn't know you were meeting with him."

"We finally bumped into each other on Thursday after I left your studio. I forgot to mention it. He asked for my earliest availability."

He was quiet for a moment, deep in thought.

"What?" I asked, curious.

Namjoon shook his head slightly. "Nothing. How about you take your shower and I'll order us a light breakfast? That way we can still leave at a decent hour." He showed me his dimples, a weakness I was sure he had discovered about me.

I made a mental note of pushing him on the matter later on.

"Ok," I said, turning to the restroom. As I made my way to the shower, I took the ends of Namjoon's hoodie and pulled it off me, tossing it to the side. I was positive Namjoon had his eyes on me. The moan coming from the bedroom confirmed it. I too was discovering Namjoon's weaknesses.

The next morning, I made my way through HYBE. I took a sip of my triple shot Americano as the elevator doors to his floor opened. While I had not slept over at Namjoon's house, I didn't leave his place until 2 AM. I was functioning at a low amount of sleep.

Once outside Bang Sihyuk's door, I advised one of his assistances that were outside his office of my presence and waited patiently.

Sihyuk was quick to answer, coming out of his room and welcoming me with a smile.

I walked into the room and to his desk. I sat down once Sihyuk invited me to.

Sihyuk took a seat on the opposite side of his desk. "Thank you for meeting me with me today."

"Thank you for inviting me," I responded.

"How's the new music coming along?" he asked, quick to get to the point.

I gave a hesitated nod. "Good. Still working on tracks."

"What are your plans or desires with this new music? Are you hoping for an EP, mixtape, or full-length album?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I'm sort of taking it one track at a time."

"Are you planning to find an agency to help fund it?"

I shrugged slightly. "We're looking. Nothing is set in stone, though."

"I honestly was hoping that you were going to take my endless invitations of coming into my office to discuss the next era of your music career, Maya," Sihyuk said with a warm smile. "Maybe I came off a bit needy or desperate."

"You never gave that impression," I said genuinely. "It always felt you were giving a kind offer."

He gave a slight nod. "I'm glad. But then I guess the question needs to be asked: why not consider us to be your new home? We have had a solid rapport. I don't believe we have ever come across any bad quarrels—we've had disagreements that we've worked through, but we always have been professional with one another."

"We have," I agreed.

"So, what is it that we need to convince you that we are the right company for you?" There was a mixture of calmness and seriousness in him.

He had the perfect demeanor that made me feel relaxed enough, to be honest with him. "Sihyuk-sii, I am very grateful to the company for the many projects it has given me. It has been a company I have little to no complaints about. However, I have my reservations about signing with a corporation this new. While Big Hit is not new, HYBE is. I have love for HYBE, but it is too new for comfort. Also—and I mean this with no disrespect—the main income coming in depends on one group. If anything were to happen to them, what becomes of the other artists?"

It was a reality everyone in the company knew. The corporation existed because of eight individuals: Bangtan and PD Bang. They were the reason for the success. Without them, this company was nothing. I didn't follow sports too much but knew that the biggest mistake a franchise could do was build a team around one individual. Because if that main star hurt his Achilles heel, the team was fucked. If I signed with HYBE, what would become of me once the guys went on to enlist in the army?

Sihyuk was quiet for a long moment and looked in deep thought. After a long moment, he spoke. "There are details I cannot share with you, but what I can say a few things. One, is that there is a plan in place to start a subsidiary in America. It is set to sign a talented girl group and launch them in the country."

"I know of this already. It's not exactly a secret," I said respectfully, not wanting to come off as rude.

"What you do not know is that the vision for this girl group is one of high quality. We have one shot of making this work and the company does not want to mess it up. However, I will share with you the second piece of information. The board has talked about bringing in and signing a couple of big, global pop stars to take the pressure off this girl group. This artist or two will bring credibility to our American subsidiary. Discussions of who that artist has been discussed, but no one on the board has agreed on anyone. Your name has not been mentioned, but between you and me, I would love to throw your name into the fold."

Sihyuk's words were leaving me in an almost-shock stage. I didn't know how to respond.

However, it didn't matter because Sihyuk wasn't done. "I believe that if your name was brought up, everyone on the board would immediately agree to it. Once you were selected, you would work as the main star of the subsidiary. As the girls go through training, you would release content—music, your own show, merch, Weverse content—and build up the credibility for the company, and possibly be a mentor to the girls. I promise to ensure that you have full control and ownership of your music. You will have the final say in what gets released."

I was used to hearing big, businessmen say the right things to try to lure me, so I wasn't going to take the bait. It wasn't that I didn't trust Sihyuk, but I was skeptical. "You can't promise that. We both know very well that the heads of a label would not be happy with you giving an artist that much control. Even the best and most powerful artists have to bend a little."

"Not you," he said with such finality. "You are intelligent, you have talent, and you analyze everything. In the ten years plus years of your career, there's little to no controversy that follows you. You are careful of your image and that is not going unnoticed."

Because I had known the man for so long and had gotten closer to him since my move to this country, I wanted to believe him. I thought about it for a moment. I didn't fully believe him, but there was really only one way I would ever say yes to him. And I knew he would never do it. "You would have to be head of this subsidiary."

The color fell off his face. "Pardon?"

I repeated myself, enjoying the disbelief on his face. "I don't trust the heads of any company. I've had my fair share of venom I had to suck out. But I trust you. I know the kind of man you are. You are honest and respect the craft. I don't need anyone to be kind to me, but I do need them to be truthful. You're one of the few businessmen I trust. If I were to consider signing with HYBE, I would need you to be the boss I deal with at the end of the day."

He let out a nervous laugh.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

I didn't believe Sihyuk would agree to my terms, but I also didn't have the heart to fully reject him. Signing with a Korean label would not be a wise decision for all the reasons I had listed.

After a few moments, Sihyuk finally spoke. "I will have to heavily consider that. You know that I want to focus more of my time on TXT, which is one of the main reasons why I stepped down as CEO."

I nodded. I did know this. Another reason why I knew Sihyuk would never agree to this.

"Do you have any meetings set up with labels?" he asked.

"Kyungsoo is still in discussions with some of them. I think he's wanting to meet them around the time Bangtan has their LA concerts."

He let out a sigh. "I'll get back to you," he said.

I stood up, excused myself respectfully, and walked out of the room.

Instead of heading to RKive, I went to one of the outside locations of the building, needing fresh air. I needed time to think about what had just occurred.

There was a small voice in my head that was imagining if Sihyuk's suggestion could work. As I sat down on one of the benches outside, I pondered and thought it fully through. However, I couldn't.

Sometime later, a warm hand pressed my back, pulling me out of my head.

I turned to find a concerned-looking Namjoon.

I looked around and found several people around us. No one seemed to be looking at us, but one couldn't be too careful.

Namjoon was quick to notice this as well. He made a motion with his head, signaling me to go with him to his studio.

Walking side by side, we headed toward the elevators. I had the urge to reach for his hand, but we were still around too many people. I shoved my hand in my pocket, keeping temptation away.

"You look like you didn't sleep more than two hours," he said disapprovingly. "You could have just stayed over instead of leaving so late into the night," he muttered under his breath, away from prying ears.

I sent him a glare. "You're the one who tried to trick me. You said we would only nap for an hour and that we could then watch a movie so I could leave around midnight. You conveniently forgot to put on your alarm."

"It was an accident," he insisted for the umpteenth time.

I still didn't believe him, but he looked so flustered that I couldn't stay irritated at him. "Liar."

He sent me a glare of his own.

"You were trying to seduce me," I accused jokingly.

It was his turn to chuckle. He, too, couldn't seem to stay irritated.

We arrived at RKive not long after, kicking off our shoes right outside the door.

The moment we were inside, he took my hand and pulled me towards his chair. He sat first then pulled me down to his lap. "How'd it go?" he asked, straightening up in his chair to give me his full attention.

I took a breath, a million thoughts in my mind. I didn't even know where to begin. It all felt a little overwhelming.

"Come here," he said as he pulled me to his chest, his arms wrapping me into a warm embrace. His voice was gentle but firm. He wanted to give me comfort because he knew I needed it, but he also knew I needed to verbally let out my thoughts before they ate at me. I thanked the gods for making him my best friend.

"I don't know even know where to start," I said truthfully.

"Just start from the start of meeting him," he suggested.

I took a breath and did.

I said everything I wanted to, Namjoon making little to no commentary. He let me just ramble.

After I was done, he simply looked at me. "How you feeling now?"

"A little better," I said, feeling like a weight had been lifted I didn't know had been there.

"Come on, let's get you yogurt," he said as he lightly tapped my thigh and motioned me to stand up.

"No advice?" I asked, standing up.

Namjook shook his head. "Nothing to say right now. Sihyuk hasn't agreed to your terms. Plus, you haven't met with their other labels yet. How can you compare if there are no offers? I say, don't fret about it. That'll be for later."

We made our way toward the door.

"Did he tell you about this?" I asked. It was one of the many questions I had asked myself while outside.

Namjoon looked a bit hesitant. "In a way," he said.

I wanted to further question him about it, but he silenced me. "Another time," he said with finality. "Let's get you yogurt."

I let him drag me out of the room. His fingers linked with mine. Because the hall was usually filled with only Bangtan—it was their floor, after all—I moved closer to him and clutched his arm with my other hand. Outside, I wasn't free to treat him like my boyfriend, but in the places that were safe to do so, I took full advantage of it.