Warnings/Spoilers: orgasm delay, oral sex (male, female receiving), fingering, blowjob, cum, swallowing

-Workshop Day 7-

I was the first to wake up. Namjoon was sound asleep next to me.

While I wanted nothing more than cuddle with him, there were things that needed to get done since we were set to leave today.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower.

After feeling refreshed, I made my way downstairs, staring out into the forest. Some of the sun's rays had even made their way through the clouds, bringing light again. We had gone without the sun for days; it was nice to see it once again. The wind was calm and the rain was light—nothing like it had been last night.

Putting on my headphones, I played music as I tidied up the first floor. The mess wasn't much. For the most part, Namjoon and I had kept things clean. Only Namjoon's working area was a bit of a mess. I left it alone, though. As an artist, I knew the importance of not touching someone else's working area.

Once finished, I headed back to the room. I reached the top of the stairs, I met Namjoon as he came out of the restroom. He looked to have just woken up.

One of his eyes was still closed, half his hair plastered flat while the other stuck up. "How long you been up?" His voice was deep and barely audible.

"An hour," I said, reaching up to him. He gave me a minty kiss. "Good morning."

"Mornin'," he mumbled and wrapped me in his arms.

I circled my own around his middle. While I was warm, a shiver still went through me.

"Mmmm. Coconut," he said as he breathed in my still-wet hair. "Nice but a waste, though."

"Why?" I asked, confused. I hadn't showered before bed again and when I woke up I felt a little crusty.

He began to back-step me into his room. "We're going to be in this room for the next few hours. You're going to need another shower after I'm done with you." He dipped his head down to my neck and tugged at my top, pulling it off me.

I giggled and allowed him to undress me.

My legs hit the back of the bed just as his hands began to worship my breasts. My hands roamed his back, pulling him closer.

"Got a question for you," he said as he kissed the top of my breasts.

"Hmmm?" I was too lost in his touch and knew that whatever he asked, my answer was going to be 'yes'.

"Is it alright if I go down on you?" he asked softly, his lips taking a nipple.

Last night we used only hands again. While I still craved his cock, his fingers left me plenty satisfied. We had talked about taking things slow and he was adamant about not going all the way until we had a proper first date, but that didn't mean we couldn't feed our sexual appetite in other ways—his words, not mine. A part of me was a little glad our build-up was slow because if dry humping and fingering could make me cum that hard, I would need a warmup for the full act.

Having his mouth on cunt was the next step and the thought made me wet. But as much as I wanted to say 'yes', I forced my brain to think clearly. "Fair is fair, though. If you go down on me, I get to reciprocate."

A low moan came from deep within him. His lips went up to my collarbone.

"We must live in a fair society," I repeated the phrase we had been using the last few days.

He smirked; his lips continued their travel north. "Ok. You first." His lips took hold of my mouth. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue inside. The kiss deepened. I let out a moan.

His fingers made their way down my pants and squeezed my round ass. Having has his fill, he pushed my shorts and panties down. Once my lower half was naked, he left my lips. I let out a whimper. My eyes opened, ready to give him a puppy look so he could continue kissing me. His dragon eyes stared back at me as his fingers went into his mouth, licking them. Confused about his actions, I continued looking at him. He smirked as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, a string of heavy spit on the tips. He held eye contact with me as his hand went down between us. It was my cunt that anticipated it before my brain did. My pussy clenched and grew wetter.

His long, slender fingertips were coated in his spit and stopped at the top of my pussy lips. His thumb stroked my clit softly.

My body felt like it was singing. I gripped his arm as I reminded myself to breathe.

Namjoon's fingers ran in between my folds, his speed picking up. "Gotta be quiet, girl. The storm isn't here to drown your voice. You're gonna wake the others." The smile on his face, however, let me know he didn't give a shit if his brothers woke to my screams.

I tried to quiet down but his fingers felt too good. I heard myself letting out a whimper when he pulled away. But it turned into a moan when I saw him bringing his fingers back to his mouth. It was a complete turn-on that he liked the taste of a woman. There were some guys who weren't into it, so I was glad Namjoon was the kind who did.

He licked his fingers clean and never broke eye contact with me. It took everything in me not to go down on my knees and take him in my mouth. I wanted to worship him like a god.

He took his fingers out with a slurp. "Don't cum until I say so," he ordered in a low and steady voice.

"Damn you," I cursed at him, feeling my juices starting to drip down my leg.

He chuckled and maneuvered me down onto the mattress in a sitting position. He got on his knees and spread my legs apart. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

I was too out of breath to speak, so I gave him a quick nod.

His chocolate browns held my own as his lips went down my chest, catching a nipple for a bit before popping it out and continuing to go down on me. Gently, he pushed at my chest, silently asking me to lie down. I followed his touch and let myself fall on the bed, putting a pillow under my head so I could watch. His lips left gentle kisses along my stomach as his hand stayed on my chest. His lips skimmed down to my outer thighs and slowly moved inside.

His tongue toyed with my inner thigh, traveling towards my pussy. He gave gentle kisses to my lips. He looked so beautiful with his mouth on my soft mound. He lifted my thick thighs and placed them on his shoulders. "Shit, you smell as good as you taste." His feral eyes darkened as his tongue slowly gave me a long lick.

My hips bucked up, thirsting for him. The movement pushed his tongue inside my lips; I almost about came. For a moment, I thought he was going to tell me to keep still and allow him to set the pace, but his mouth was just as eager as my pussy. Now that he had gotten a taste of me, he dived right in.

His tongue fondled me, sucking on me, and pushing at my entrance. The sweet pressure sent vibrations down my spine. I reached down and threaded my fingers in his hair. "So good."

His tongue lapped the small bud above my core while pinching it with two fingers. I let out a yelp of delicious pain. Last night I demonstrated this move to him and he had gotten off at my reaction. I should have known he was going to use it himself at the first opportunity.

I knew I wasn't being quiet, but Namjoon wasn't silencing me either. He didn't care for our volume. His speed picked up, his tongue making loud slurping noises that were filling the room. The louder I became, the faster he stroked and sucked. I gazed down at him. He looked like a beautiful, thirsty animal finally getting his fill of water.

Goddamn him, I wanted to cum so bad. But his words from earlier were keeping me from chasing my high.

He let out a groan as he stared at me, his mouth closing around my opening and hollowing out his cheeks, sucking me like a vacuum.

My hands came off his hair, my hips arching into the air, my waist and hands twisted away from his touch—so sensitive. "Close!" I barely let out in the middle of a scream.

"Not yet," he ordered with a mouthful of pussy. His arms came around my stomach, pulling me closer as his mouth wrecked me. He wanted to suck me dry.

I clung to the bed sheet underneath me, trying to breathe. "Fuuuuuck."

He let out another moan, creating a tremor against my cunt. The slurping noises got louder and wetter. Juices began to drip out of me. He let out a growl-like noise that seemed to crawl inside my cunt and hit my g-spot.

I didn't think I could last. "Pleeeeeeease," I begged, feeling a small sob beginning to form.

He lapped me a few more times before I heard a muffled, "Leggo."

It was music to my ears. My hips arched into the air and my legs shook, keen in pleasure. I could hear and feel Namjoon licking me clean, making my body shake a little more.

I took a deep breath as the world around me went from all white to forming color again.

Moments later, I could feel Namjoon's body next to me. My body naturally leaned into him.

"You ok?" he asked gently as his hand caressed my stomach and he left light kisses on me.

My body was singing, but it was exhausted. "I'm going to need a moment."

His lips and hands did not leave me. His soft touch soothed me and slowed down my heart rate. It was odd how he could make me feel such an intense and powerful high one moment and the next be able to bring me down.

I felt his stare but I didn't have the energy to turn to him. "What?"

He knew I knew he was staring. "You're beautiful."

I had the energy to turn now. I gave him an incredulous look.

There was no trace of humor in his expression as we held eye contact. "You are." His fingers traced patterns on my breast. His fingernails raked my nipple lightly.

I shivered again. Ok, he was complimenting my body. "Well, I do have this friend who constantly bugs me about working out and taking care of my body. I guess you can thank him for my physique," I joked.

But he didn't laugh. "I don't mean it like that. You're obviously hot, but even more so, you're beautiful. There's a difference."

Yeah, that was making me feel self-conscious. I took ahold of the bedsheet and pulled it up my face, trying to hide.

"Maya," Namjoon chided me. He sat up and stopped me. "Why is that word so hard to hear?"

I struggled with the sheet. "It's so…intimate. And personal. It's just…." I made a noise because I didn't know how else to describe what I was feeling.

"Do you not think you are?" he asked, getting himself in a more comfortable sitting position.

His tone made me sit up with him. He wanted a serious talk. "It's not a self-esteem issue—at least, I don't think. It's just I didn't grow up hearing many compliments. They seem foreign to me. And at times…uncomfortable."

He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Would you like me to stop?"

The question made my heart squeeze. I knew Namjoon loved giving compliments. Telling him he couldn't voice his emotions felt like I was taking a treasured item from a kid. And that would make me feel like a monster. "No, I just have to get used to it. It'll take time."

He could hear my thoughts. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I like giving compliments, but if my words cause discomfort, I'll stop."

I knew he was serious. And for that, I adored him even more. "You don't make me feel discomfort. It's more odd than anything else. It's like…" I thought about a good analogy. "It's like getting a new haircut and having to train your hair differently for a certain hairstyle. It feels odd, but you like the way it looks. Eventually, that foreign feeling to your hair fades away."

This made him slightly chuckle. "You're comparing your emotions to hair?"

I laughed along with him. "I don't know how else to put it," I pouted.

This made him laugh more. "You're so cute."

I playfully slapped him. "I told you I'm not—"

He shut me up with a kiss.

It started light and sweet, but it didn't take long for our bodies to recognize my complete nakedness and the fact that the only thing he had on were his boxers.

"We established my love language is giving compliments, so start getting used to being called 'cute'," he teased, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"And my love language is giving," I said as I threw my leg to the other side of his body, straddling his lap. I looked into his eyes as I brought my open palm to my mouth and pushed out spit onto it

His eyes turned darker at the sight.

My hands went down, passing his stomach and stopping on top of his boxers "Your turn," I let out as my dry hand went pushed down his boxers. My wet palm caught the long, thick cock that sprang out.

He let out a moan as I began to stroke him up and down. I moved down a little, settling on his knees. My mouth came close to his cock. I pushed out more liquid off my mouth and it slowly fell on his gorgeous mushroom head.

I pushed his boxers fully off as I wiggled further down the bed. I needed a better angle for what I was about to do next. I used more spit on his balls so I could fondle them as well. My tongue darted out and gave his sack a nice, long lick.

"Fuck," he grunted out, his hand twitching towards me, but stopped and pushed it down to the bedsheets instead.

I wondered what natural reaction he had just stopped himself from. I decided to find out.

With one hand still on his balls, my other hand went up further to focus on the head. My thumb pressed on his cock's slit.

Another moan came from him.

Sensitive, I see, I told myself. I smiled wickedly as I lowered myself flat onto the bed, bringing my head closer to his length. My lips made light contact with his skin, grazing the middle of his cock. There was an engorged and beautiful vein there that screamed to be licked. Cock veins were definitely a weakness of mine. They were so pretty and scary and hot. My tongue made its way out and gave the vein much-needed attention.

His head snapped from the bed and looked down on me, his eyes looking out of focus. There's no denying the yearning look—I started to recognize it.

I smiled at him as my tongue made its way up his thick and long shaft. Goddamn, his cock was big. Having handled a couple of big ones before, I was confident in being able to deep throat him and take his full length, but it was going to take practice.

When my tongue reached his head, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it a little, my tongue pushing into the slit.

His hand come up from the bed and make a gesture towards me again, and it stopped again.

My eyes turned to his, which were focused on my mouth and his dick. His breathing was getting heavier. He looked a beautiful mess. Alright, that was enough teasing. I widened my mouth and pushed down his girth, loving the way he let out a curse word. I went down slowly and didn't stop until he hit the back of my throat. I was surprised at how much I took on the first try, seeing how thick he was. My head made its way up. Once reaching the head, I went back down. Not as slowly this time.

For the next few minutes, my head bopped up and down on him in a slow and steady rhythm. Every time I went down, I took more of him. I wasn't in a rush. I could suck on his cock all morning long. There were moments my throat needed rest, so I would feed on his cockhead as my palm pumped him. It took a bit of time for my throat to get used to pushing more than it was comfortable with. I enjoyed gagging on a cock and looked forward to him face-fucking me. But that was going to be saved for a later day. I doubted Namjoon was comfortable in doing that yet.

I kicked up my speed, my tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. My mouth widened more and my throat convulsed with how full it was. My fingers stroked on a couple of inches of his length I wasn't unable to fit in. I was disappointed in myself that I couldn't push more of him in. Next time, I promised myself. I wanted to feel my nose graze his stomach.

My mouth was full of his meat, I let out a deep hum, my throat trembling around him.

"Fuuuuck!" Namjoon's voice is loud and rough. This time his hand came to my head. And excitement buzzed at my pussy. But he didn't move his hand; it simply stayed on my head.

My eyes met his as I let out another hum. This one was longer and louder; the vibrations pulsing all around his length. My throat pleaded with him to let go; it wanted to get fucked raw. The little vein on his neck told me his orgasm was fast approaching. I continued to hum as my pace went at top speed. I pushed as much as I could, finally feeling a small gag and letting it out.

The sound and feel of the gag made Namjoon come apart. His warm, thick fluid spilled inside my mouth. It was a perfect combination of salty, sweet, and bitter. I caught most of his cum and swallowed. My head came off his shaft slowly, my mouth making a loud 'pop'. A string of liquid that was a mixture of my spit and his spunk connected my mouth to his cock.

Namjoon looked up just as that string of fluids broke. I used our joined fluids as lube as I lazily pumped his deflated member. His chest was heaving as his eyes held mine. There is sweat all down his face, neck, and chest. He looked to have just stepped out of the gym. "You're gonna drive me nuts, girl."

My fingertips moved to his balls and I squeezed them a little, his hips jerked. "Seems like we're even."

He sat up and took hold of my upper arms, dragging me up until our faces are inches from each other. "If I had the strength, I would eat you out again."

I sat on top of his lap, my pussy pressing against his balls. An electric shock came over me from the skin-to-skin contact. "I'd rather sit on your cock instead." I took his lips on mine, letting him taste himself.

He met my fire with his own, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. His hands were pressed against my hips, keeping me from moving. "Just a little while longer. I promise."

I gave a small nod and let him bring us down onto the bed.

We napped for a little, but not before Namjoon put on his boxers, stating he didn't trust himself completely naked next to me. But with his arms wrapped around me and my body giving in to the exhaustion, I welcomed another beautiful, short sleep with him.


We woke up a few hours later and went straight to getting ready for the long day.

As Namjoon showered, I put the bedsheets in the washer. There was no need for the staff to discover and clean our mess. A quick Internet search gave me hacks on what I could do to properly clean the comforter that wouldn't fit in the washer. While working on the cleanup, Namjoon's off-key singing worked as perfect background music. Throughout the years, the guys had poked fun at how 'bad' Namjoon sounded in the shower, but after witnessing it myself the last few days, I didn't think he sounded bad. He didn't have Jungkook's effortless vocals or Taehyung's soulful tone, but he could carry a tune just fine. Yes, he got off-key a few times, but it was honestly endearing.

After giving a twenty-minute private concert, Namjoon came into his room with soaked hair and only wearing briefs. I was fully dressed and braiding my hair as I sat on his bed, smiling as he continued to sing.

Noticing me sitting there, he stopped. "Oh." A shy smile immediately appeared. "Sorry."

"For what?" I asked, finally finishing my braid.

"My singing. When I shower, it's kind of hard to control myself," he said with a nervous chuckle. He grabbed a pair of joggers to put on.

"I didn't mind," I assured him. "It was sweet. You have a nice tone."

This only made him more bashful. "Thank you," he said kindly, not making eye contact and putting on a t-shirt.

This shy version of Namjoon was the opposite of the man who made me cum multiple times not even an hour ago. That man had radiated confidence; this modest man in front of me did not. Both versions of Namjoon, though—including all the other ones I had come to know—were equally endearing. All encompassed qualities of what made him him.

I decided to spare his shy qualities and didn't comment further. I stood up from the bed and informed him of the messages I had received from Yoongi. Yoongi was cooking for us. Hobi was doing some light cleaning and Jin was playing a video game. The other three had been woken up by Hoseok but still hadn't shown up to the main house.

"I'll come back after breakfast to pack up. Thank you for cleaning," he said as he plugged in the hair dryer. "Are you gonna dry your hair?" he asked as he eyed my still wet hair.

Was he daft? "I have it in a braid. Why would I dry it after braiding it?"

"You do that sometimes," he said as he turned on the blow dryer and worked on his hair.

"Do what?"

"Braid your hair and then a minute later take it apart. Only to put it up in a bun. And then a few minutes later, you braid it again. You do that when you're bored." His voice was louder than normal due to the machine being noisy.

I ignored his observation, making me feel a little self-conscious that he knew such detail about me. "I don't like to blow dry my hair," I said for maybe the hundredth time to him.

"It's not good for you to go out with your hair wet," he responded the same as he had the other ninety-nine times.

"Well, seeing that our ancestors went without blowdrying their hair for thousands of years, I will beg to differ," I retorted.

"Should I remind you that homo sapiens used to have a life expectancy of 38 years? In Ancient Rome, it was 25." He didn't miss a beat.

"And you think that changed once the invention of the hair dryer made its way to the modern household? Which was—what—a hundred years ago?"

"Well, seeing that life expectancy started going higher in the last 100 years, one could make the argument that there's a correlation." He was really struggling in keeping his smile from appearing.

His teasing made me want to laugh but I kept my composure. "Yes, I'm certain the reason why modern global average life expectancy today is 70 due to the invention of the hair dryer, not the advancements of modern medicine," I said sarcastically.

We went on like this as he finished getting ready. We headed downstairs and to the big house, still debating this ridiculous argument, neither of us wanting to give up.

As Namjoon closed the door behind us, a few of the guys were looking at us, frowning as to what our argument was about this time.

While Hobi, Jin, and Jungkook found it entertaining, Yoongi wanted silence. He immediately ordered me to assist him in the kitchen and that put an end to Namjoon and I debating. Namjoon was told to bring Jimin and Taehyung, who still were still absent.

By the time Namjoon made it back with the 95s, the food was done. We all gathered in the kitchen and enjoyed our last meal. The news informed us that roads were opening back up again. Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook had some beers. We were set to go back on the road for a few more hours, so Yoongi, Tae, and I passed on the drinking.

After finishing our meal, we gathered around the living room for our final workshop.

It didn't last long. We went over some songs, and the guys chose which they wanted to submit to Sihyuk. I kept shut for most of this discussion, as it was not my album. A few songs were decided and the rest were put aside to either explore at a later time or put indefinitely on the shelf.

During the meeting, I was reminded of Jimin's quiet behavior in the last couple of days. He was still not saying much, only speaking up when it came down to the album—nothing personal. He was also avoiding eye contact. I had completely forgotten to ask Namjoon about it last night. Immediately, I felt crappy for not checking in with him.

Once the meeting was over, some of the guys dispersed to their rooms so they could pack. We were set to leave in an hour or so. Namjoon and I had planned to tell the guys about us right before we were to set out.

As he left to go pack, Namjoon gave me a smile. With everyone else turned away from us, he reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. I knew he meant to calm me down with this, but the truth was that I wasn't worried. Oddly, I didn't feel nervous about letting the guys know about us. I was confident that the six knowing about us was for the better.

I returned the smile as he let go of my hand and turned to leave.

Hobi had already packed in the morning, so he agreed to clean the kitchen. Jin had also packed and cleaned, so he chose to play video games again. Yoongi and I joined him on the couch.

Yoongi mostly scrolled through his phone as I watched Jin. It was a game I wasn't familiar with. Other than 90s games like Mario and Zelda, I was lost in this interest of his.

"I could close my eyes and play with my pinky and still beat this guy," Jin muttered under his breath as he stared at the TV screen. The game was connected to other players online and Jin was poking fun at the opposing team. "If he isn't younger than six years old, I'll be surprised."

I shook my head at his lame attempt at shit-talking. "You need better fighting words."

He gave a chuckle and turned to me as he continued to play. "I'm sure I will still beat him without even looking."

He held eye contact with me as he continued to stroke his control with only one hand. I cocked an eyebrow at him, unamused.

Suddenly, an unpleasant sound came from the screen. We turned back to the tv and saw Jin's avatar start dying.

"Shit!" Jin immediately placed both hands on his control.

"You were saying?" Yoongi asked with a deadpan expression.

Jin laughed at himself.

"Menso," I said in Spanish. I called the guys this enough for them to know it meant 'dummy'.

"Hey! I graduated from university." Jin defended himself.

"And how long did that take you?" Yoongi joked.

Jin tilted his head upwards and pouted at Yoongi, irritated. "I graduated, didn't I?"

I really didn't want to hear the two of them start going at it; I had an important question that needed to be answered. "Hey, is there something going on with Jimin?" I asked Jin as I interrupted his whiny behavior towards Yoongi.

Yoongi turned to me, a slight look of concern on his face. "What happened with Jimin?"

"Is it because he's been so quiet?" Jin asked, focusing back on the screen.

"Yes." I was relieved Jin had noticed it as well.

"I asked Taehyung last night and he says he would talk to Jimin about it, but I haven't had a chance to ask Taehyung if he found out," Jin said.

"It doesn't seem as if it's something serious, right?" I asked. The energy I had been feeling from Jimin wasn't a negative one. Normally, when Jimin was going through something serious, he had a darker aura around him. I wasn't getting that from him this time, thankfully.

Jin nodded. "Yes. It's not like he's sad or worried. Just quiet for some reason."

Yoongi frowned. "He was talking just fine this morning."

"Yeah, when we were discussing work, but for breakfast he was quiet," I said.

Yoongi thought about it and gave a nod. "Hopefully, everything is ok."

Yoongi and I continued to watch Jin play video games and little by little, the guys started to come down from their rooms with their luggage.

Namjoon was one of the last to arrive. We made eye contact but didn't say a word. He gave me a small smile and wink. He showed no sign of nerves as he took the seat next to me. A few minutes later, Jimin finally arrived—the last one as usual.

Namjoon turned to me, silently asking if I was ready.

While I had been calm before, I suddenly felt an unpleasant motion in my stomach—a sign my body gave when my anxiety started. However, Namjoon's hand on my knee kept my nerves from getting too out of hand. I took a deep breath and gave him a nod.

"Can we pause everything for a moment?" Namjoon announced.

His brothers all turned to him and stopped what they were doing, giving their middle brother and leader their undivided attention. Some of them looked deeply concerned, wondering what the serious tone in his voice was about.

Namjoon went straight to the point. "You all have expressed in the past how Maya and I like one another. Privately, some of you have asked me about this and I've always dodged it. In all honesty, I tried to ignore my feelings for her because I didn't think she felt the same. However, this week I learned she liked me as well. And after…talking, we decided to be a couple."

I took a small breath, waiting for their reactions.

With a deadpan expression, Yoongi was the first to say something, "This is the serious news you wanted to give? I thought it was something life-altering."

Jin's facial expression was a combination of relief and annoyance. "Well, it's about time you got your heads screwed on right. How many times did I tell you to make a move?" He asked Namjoon, almost in a scolding manner. "I told you she liked you back."

Geez, was I really that obvious?

Taehyung's face beamed with happiness as he let out a small clap. "I'm so happy for you!"

Hobi followed Taehyung's clap with his own. "Really, you two. It took long enough."

Jungkook didn't say anything but let out a happy clap along with his other two brothers.

Jimin let out a sigh of relief. "Finally!" He sank into his seat, his arms outstretched in a motion of triumph. "Thank you!"

I frowned at the reaction. "What's going on with you?"

He sat up and gave a nervous laugh. It was the most expressive he had been in the last two days; it felt a little off. "Ok, don't get mad." He looked at us, awkwardly. "During the night when the electricity went out, I went to check on you guys since Namjoon hadn't messaged if you guys and the house were ok."

I thought about that night. It was the night I started sleeping in Namjoon's bed….

"I went upstairs to Namjoon's room…" Jimin said slowly and gave us an embarrassed look, not making eye contact with me.

Namjoon let out a groan as his head hung. "Oh, no."

And then I remembered the sound that had woken me up that night. I let out a gasp. Shit! I had been naked! I covered my face, feeling it turn red.

"Did you catch them in the act?!" asked Jin, letting out a nervous laugh.

"That's embarrassing. Don't you two know how to lock a door?" Yoongi chided.

I let out a groan, wanting the earth to open and swallow me whole.

"How much did you see?" Hobi asked brazenly.

I snapped my head up at this and turned to Jimin, giving him a hard look. I would rip him to shreds if he shared too much information.

Namjoon had also looked up by this point and was sitting extremely still. However, his posture was firmer than mine, and looked ready to stand up and physically prevent Jimin from saying too much if he had to.

Jimin shook his head at us, frantically. "No, no, no. I didn't see much. Just the two of you in bed. You were asleep and it was too dark. I just noticed noona on the bed. That was it."

"All they were doing was sleeping? Were they naked?" Hobi asked, curiously.

I turned to him, not knowing where would be the best place to hit him: the head or the arm.

"Enough," Namjoon said sternly.

Hobi pulled back but continued to smile.

"Really, both of you were asleep," Jimin said with a straight face. "As soon as I realized noona was also in bed with you, I ran. I left so quickly, I dropped the lamp on my way out."

That had been the noise that had woken me up.

The rest of the guys seemed to want to continue teasing Namjoon and me, but they all held their tongues once he had given them the warning.

I knew this teasing would come up again later, but currently, I was too embarrassed by Jimin's revelation to be ok at the moment. By the way Jimin was avoiding eye contact with me, I had a feeling he had seen more than what he was leading on. I was eventually going to ask him how much he had actually seen. But there was no way I was asking him this in front of the guys.

"So how are you guys going to handle this with the company?" asked Yoongi after a few moments of silence.

Namjoon looked relieved to come back to the initial topic. "We're saying nothing to the staff. Just you guys. We're going to let others know slowly—closest staff first and eventually tell Sihyuk—but until the time comes, we're keeping tight lips."

"Does that mean we should expect to see Maya roaming around the dorm every once in a while?" asked Jungkook teasingly.

While Namjoon had his own home, he spent some of his time in the guys' shared dorm. As a true ambivert, he enjoyed his time being around others but still needed his personal space. Because I was all their friend, I would be invited by one of them once a week—mostly it was Namjoon or Hobi. Now that I was sure Namjoon and I would be spending more time together, I was positive I would be seeing the guys more than usual. I wasn't sure how they felt about this.

"Would you be ok with me coming over more often? I have my own place and Namjoon has his. I wouldn't want to intrude in your guys' home," I said genuinely.

Jungkook's face turned soft and serious. "It's ok. We have girlfriends too, so we know the drill. I was only teasing."

"There are rules, though, and I'm sure Namjoon will tell you about them. As long as they're followed, everything is ok with us," Jin said giving me a small smile and a thumbs up.

I was good friends with Jin's girlfriends, so I had heard of some of the rules. Mostly they had to do with how often the girlfriends could stay over and for how long. Knowing how much the guys valued their privacy and personal lives, having rules were reasonable.

"So, is that it?" Yoongi asked. "Or is there actual news you needed to share?"

Namjoon turned to me, unsure. "I think we got everything?"

"Oh, there is one more thing," I announced. I turned to Yoongi. "I had to assure Namjoon that my dreams about you wouldn't affect our relationship, but he's insisted that I kiss you to prove to him that I'm not into you."

Some of the guys chuckled as Yoongi flipped me off.

"That is not how a Korean gentleman behaves," I scolded.

"Well, you don't act like an American lady, so I guess we're both disappointed," he bit back.

"Joke's on you, Americans have shitty manners," I retorted.

"Next time bring up how her grandmother would be disappointed in her," Namjoon suggested with a smile.

I shoved him, playfully. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Yeah, but he's known me longer," Yoongi defended Namjoon. "We've slept in the same bed more times than you have. Obviously, he's going to side with me more."

"Oh, you don't want to bring out Angry Maya. She'll fight you," Hobi joked.

"Whatever. I took martial arts," Yoongi said with a serious face.

"Ten years ago," Jin muttered.

The banter continued for a couple of more minutes until Namjoon settled us down.

"Alright, if there isn't anything else that needs to be discussed, then we should get all our stuff loaded onto the cars," Namjoon stated, his voice turning serious and business-like.

Hobi was the first to stand up. "Ok."

We all began to gather our luggage onto the vehicles and did a last-minute sweep to make sure nothing was missed and left behind.

"Whose is this? Hoseok's?" Yoongi asked as he opened a notebook that had been left on the counter. He flipped through the pages to look at the handwriting.

Jungkook and I looked down at the notes.

"Yeah," Jungkook answered then called out to Hobi. "Your notebook is here."

The untidy and messy handwriting looked all too familiar. "Hobi has one of the worst handwriting I've ever seen," I said teasingly, but serious at the same time.

They all laughed, including Hobi.

I continued to tease my best friend. "I would rather you write in English when you write me."

Hobi took his notebook from the counter. "Oh, no. Don't do that to me, Mai-Mai. That would be too difficult. It takes so much concentration to write in English." He laughed but pleaded.

No chance. "That's why. You pay attention when you write in English. When you write in Hangul, you could not be more bothered."

He shoved me but laughed as he did so.

We all made our way to the vehicles; positive nothing was left behind.

Jungkook decided to ride with Jin and Yoongi, wanting to give us privacy.

"Remember hand jobs are against the law here in Korea, Maya-ssi," Jin said as he got into the passenger side next to Yoongi.

Sexual jokes have never bothered me around the guys. "Honey, you forget I'm the one driving. Unlike guys, girls know how to multitask. Pretty sure I can drive the whole way back to Seoul with one hand on the wheel and the other hand down Namjoon's pants."

They all cheered at my response.

"Namjoonah, remember there's tissue paper in the glove compartment," Hobi teased.

"Hyung, your fantasies are finally going to come true," Jimin howled.

"You not having a license has finally come in handy, hyung," Jungkook called out.

"You have your hands full with that one, Namjoonie," Yoongi said.

"Hyung, be sure you please her back if she's good to you," Taehyung added.

Namjoon laughed nervously and just hung his head in embarrassment. He got on the passenger seat and quickly closed the door, pulling down his cap further down his face.

I climbed into the driver's seat, not hiding my smile. He looked too freaking cute.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked as he took out his phone and went on his music app. He wanted to change the subject quickly.

After seeing how red his neck was, I decided to not tease him further…for now.

I thought for a moment. "Alternative R&B and Neo Soul." It was one of the genres we hadn't listened to on our first drive. I wanted something different.

Namjoon nodded as he scrolled through his music. "Any particular artists?"

I began spewing names on top of my head. "H.E.R., Jhené Aiko, Kehlani, Zoe Wees," I said as fiddled with the navigation system in the car to input our destination.

Yoongi was the first in pulling out of the property. I then followed and Tae took the end.

The playlist was too good. We sang along to it for almost a full hour, belting our lungs out. It was putting me in a mood that felt all too familiar. I hadn't felt it in such a long time. I was getting the itch to hurry home and write. Lyrics and melodies were zooming into my head as I listened to the artists being played. Maybe it had been the workshops that were putting me in this mood of creativity.

I was about to ask Namjoon his opinion on some lyrics I had made up earlier when my phone rang.

A picture of my aunt Jia came on my phone's screen. Once Namjoon turned off the music, I answered the call. "Hi, Tia."

"Hi, sweetheart. Are you back at your apartment yet? I know we agreed on tonight your time, but I was checking if you were already home." Like always, I could hear her rummaging through things in the background. She could never sit still.

"We're driving now. Say hi to Namjoon," I said. The two had met several times in the years we had been friends. Namjoon had been present a few times while I was on the phone with her.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Eomeonim," he greeted her first.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Namjoonah," said Tia Jia with enthusiasm. "So glad to hear from you!"

They spoke for a couple of minutes, leaving me out of the conversation before I decided it was best to cut the talk short. "Tia, I'll call you later," I said the next part in Spanish, trying to keep it a secret from Namjoon. "I have news for you. It's about the one next to me. What time will you be going to sleep?" I had to be careful with my Spanish words because since both Spanish and English had Latin roots, Namjoon could easily figure out what I was saying.

"For you, I can go sleepless tonight," she responded back in Spanish with a serious tone.

I laughed. "It's not that serious. I'll call you tonight—morning for you."

"Ok. Drive safe, sweetheart," she said, going back to Konglish.

"I will." I got ready to hang up on her.

"Namjoonah, stay healthy," Tia Jia said.

"Thank you."

"Look after my niece."

"I will." He sent me a warm smile. "Stay in good health."

"Bye. I love you, Mayita," Tia Jia said sweetly to me.

"Love you, too," I responded before hanging up.

We were quiet for a moment.

But it wasn't too long of a moment. "Did you tell her you'd call her later so you guys can discuss me?" Namjoon asked with a smirk.

I sent him a glare. "Spoilsport."

He let out a laugh. "I was planning on telling my own parents this weekend."

I could feel my heart race a little. "What are you planning on telling them exactly?"

"Oh, just about how much you tend to scream when I touch your clit with a certain pressure. And how great your hands feel when they're going up and down my—"

My slaps made him stop the teasing. "Not funny! I swear, you're going to tell your mom we've done it and she's going to think I'm a whore."

Namjoon's face turned serious. "She will not think that. She adores you."

"She adores me as yours and Sissy's friend," I said, referring to his sister. "Now that I'm…more, she might think differently." I had met his parents years ago, but after moving to Seoul, I had become closer to the family. Namjoon's mom insisted I celebrate the holidays with them since I didn't have family here. Sissy and I were now texting buddies. I talked to her more than Namjoon did. His mother and I would talk for hours when I would visit. And his father and I enjoyed playing card games together. They all liked me as Namjoon's friend, but I wasn't sure how they would feel about us as an item.

Namjoon placed his arm on the counsel that separate our seats and leaned closer. "You can say the word, you know? You can call yourself my girlfriend; it's what you are."

My palms got sweaty at the word. "It feels odd thinking of myself as that," I said honestly.

"You act like such a badass in public and in the bedroom you're a succubus, but when it's just you and me talking about something intimate, you get all timid," he said teasingly.

"That's rich coming from you. I give you a compliment about your voice and your neck glows red," I shot back.

He let out a laugh and sunk back to his seat. "So, we both have things to work on."

"No one's perfect," I said as I continued driving.

"You know what will be perfect, though?"

"Hmmm?"

"Our date this weekend," he said sweetly.

My heart did a light flutter at the thought. I hadn't been out on a date in a while. "How's that going to work, anyway? Am I picking you up?"

"Probably best if I meet you at HYBE. Then we can get a car to take us where we need to go. That's all you need to know," he said with finality.

But he was nuts if he actually thought that was final. "Well, I gotta know a few things."

"No, you don't gotta," he responded, looking as if he wasn't going to be convinced.

"I need to know the time, what I should wear—am I gonna come in my joggers and sneakers or should I come wearing a ballgown and heels or maybe a little, black dress with stilettos?"

"Definitely bring the stilettos and black dress," he said giving me a flirtatious smile.

I knew him too well to know our first date would not call for a mini black dress and stilettos. Maybe a date somewhere down the line, but not anytime soon. "Kim Namjoon," I warned with a look.

"Wear what you normally would—what you're comfortable in," he finally said. "I know you have a distaste for heels, so that's out of the question. Even though it makes you look pretty hot."

For the rest of the drive, we chatted lightly. A little bit of work slipped into the conversation, but we kept it pretty casual. When we neared HYBE, Namjoon slouched on his chair and pulled down his cap, hiding his face from onlookers.

We entered the private parking section where I had left my vehicle. It surprised me it had only been a week we had been gone. So many changes had taken place; it felt more like a month.

The other guys made their way out of the rentals. The staff was waiting for them with cars.

We were around too many people, so the best Namjoon and I could do was exchange a smile The guys got into separate company cars. While one of the vehicles made its way out of the lot, the one Namjoon was inside didn't drive off. I had a feeling he was waiting for me.

A staff member helped me with my luggage. Namjoon's car stayed parked until I pulled out of my parking spot. I found it sweet that he was waiting for me.

Less than thirty minutes later, I was inside my apartment. I took out my phone to message Namjoon but found he had sent several himself already.

MONI: Did you arrive yet? Call me when you get home.

MONI: Scratch that. Sejin says he has big news.

MONI: I'll call you as soon as I'm free.

He had sent me the last message five minutes ago. Who knew how long the talk with their manager would take? I sent him a message to call me when he was free. I knew the guys' schedules tended to be hectic and changed often, so I decided to fix myself something to eat and work. There was a melody currently stuck in my head and I needed to get it out.