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The Lily Of Bangtan | Kim Namjoon

[ pairing ] rm × you (fem!reader)

Two : Dinner With The Kims, Drive With The Fiancé And Drinks With The Baeks

[ series ] [ matters of the heart in the mafia series masterlist ] this story is the first part of the matters of the heart in the mafia series.

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[ genre ] mafia au × arranged marriage au × strangers to lovers au × bestfriend's brother au ( angst × fluff )

[ rating ] mature-rated

[ warning ] arranged marriage talk. alcohol consumption. trying to pick fights with fiancé. almost strip show to his sister. a little bit of non-consented pushing to the wall, kissing your neck and namjoon's ridiculous deep voice.

[ author's forenote ] your name is baek nari.

Two : Dinner With The Kims, Drive With The Fiancé And Drinks With The Baeks

[ chapter summary ] you dine with the kims, drive back home with your fiancé and he gets roped into having drinks with your family.

The Kims were a tastefully extravagant family.

You knew that from the years of attending their parties, galas and having been to their home on many occasions. The Kims were uselessly over-the-top sometimes but never hideous or tasteless. It showed in their home, with the dozen marble steps leading up to their entryway, the grand foyer, the large shoe closets, the crystal chandeliers, the stained glass doors, the grand staircases and luxurious rooms. Everything about the Kim Residence screamed luxury and generational wealth.

With your heart pounding loudly as you walk up to the entryway, you are dressed in a nice off-shoulder dress that shows your shoulders and curves nicely. Your hair was done, make-up natural and dewy.

You looked gorgeous, you knew that but were you gorgeous enough for the Kim family?

Would you ever compare to the heights of Madam Kim?

You didn't know and today wasn't the day to dwell on it. You stop at the door, slightly stumbling back when they are pulled open suddenly.

Madam Kim, your future mother-in-law and the Don's wife, was smiling brightly behind it.

"Omo! Nari-yah, you're here!"

"Ommo-nim, Hello~" You bow a little, ambling over to give her a hug and quickly let go. She pulls away and squeezes your cheek with her warm palms in a motherly way; the same way she did every time you came over to meet her daughter.

"Give me another hug," She beckons you into her arms again, "I missed you." You giggle as you give her another hug. "You barely come here anymore," She complains, and you make a guilty expression. "I'm beginning to think that you only came here for my brat daughter."

"I'm sorry, ommo-nim," You breath a laugh and say apologetically, "I got busy, you know how work gets."

"I know," She hums, "-but I hope you are taking good care of yourself, sweetie." You nod, whispering of course, and she says, "Let's get inside, Joonhyung has been buzzing around all day, he can't wait to tell you everything officially." She pulls you in, as you nod.

"Oh," You straighten slightly, as if remembering something suddenly, "This is for you, ommo-nim! chocolate-and-raspberry mini-cakes!" You hand over the pretty package and pull off your jacket, handing it over to a staffer, who had come up to you.

"From Moon's?" She asks, running her forefinger over the crescent branding on the package, handing the dessert over to the staffer and looking at you expectantly. You nod, understanding where the conversation was going.

"Yeah," You say in a small voice, "Epiphany,"

"How are they?" She asks, expectantly leaning in and almost whispering to you.

"They are doing great," You murmur back, a happy expression on your face, "Hwan is happy and healthy, is graduating kindergarten—"

"Is he?" She presses a hand to her chest, and gushes out, "He must have grown so much over the years,"

"Yeah, he's this tall now," You gesture vaguely to resemble the little boy's height, sitting on the chaise to take off your shoes, "—the burger truck did well, so they are opening a joint in Gangnam," You smile good-naturedly, slip off your stilettos, and slide into their soft slippers.

"Gangnam?" She asks impressed, and you instantly supply more information. You stand up, and walk into the hallway as she leads you to the office wing.

"Yeah, she was able to buy the lot next to their bakery there and the plan is to open the burger place as a part of it, so that she can manage them better." You add happily, "If everything goes well, they'll expand. But that's not for a while. But she's happy; very happy, things are looking great for her!"

Madam Kim sighs in a reminiscing way, a motherly smile lighting her face, "I'm glad she found happiness, even if it's away from all this," She wipes away at the tears forming in her eyes. "—us." You rub her arm comfortingly.

Saera and Hwan will always be a touchy topic for the Don and Madam. She was their first child after all.

She gives you a watery smile, takes a shaky breath as if to calm herself down and beams at you. "Let's go and find the Don," You agree, walking deeper into the mansion, vaguely remembering where the Don's Office was.

You and Jangmi usually stayed away from the office wing and you knew that your ignorance about the office and other rooms in the wing was encouraged.

Young ladies need not know about the details of Bangtan's work.

Your anxiety had lessened considerably as you chatted with Madam Kim like any other time, but the second she announced your arrival to the Don, at the door of his office, your heart rate spiked again.

"Yeobo, Nari is here," Madam Kim lets the Don know, ushering you inside the office.

"Hello, Abeo-nim!" You greet the older man, bowing and smiling politely. His face lights up in delight and he opens an arm out for his wife, who instantly loops her arm around his waist and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Ah hello, Nari-yah," The Don smiles back happily, as he looks at you. "Come on in, sit down." He gestured to the couch side of his table, "Namjoon will join us in a minute." You nod, sitting down and crossing your legs to look as graceful and calm as you could.

"I'll have to leave, dear," Madam Kim says apologetically, giving a gentle pat to your cheek. She was trying to comfort you, and you knew it. Maybe because at this point, your fear is plain dancing on your face. You nod, trying to smile back. You could only imagine how many times she's seen women come in here with similar expression to yours and had to comfort them. She knew what it felt like to be in your place first-hand and understood the fear, the uncertainty and the anxiety that came with it.

"I have dinner to look at and—" She glances at her husband and gives him a nod, "I'll send for Namu again," and leaves keeping the doors wide open.

You didn't register the nickname tacked on, until the Don grinned at you, "That's Namjoon's nickname," You tilt your head, "Namu." He clarifies and your eyes widen in response. Quickly recovering from your shock, you give him a small, unsure smile in answer.

What a cute name for a terrifying gangster.

"Saera started it, but now, all of us call him that. You can too, I'm sure he will have no problem." You blink owlishly at him, wondering if you were hallucinating due to anxiety.

Was that possible?

You wisely choose to remain silent as the Don sits down on his chair. He takes off his glasses and looks at you in a studying manner.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Abeo-nim, that sounds like a trap," You grin, keeping your tone cheerful. "Should I know why I am here?"

"Well," He tilts his head, as if contemplating his answer, "-we all know Youngjin isn't the most secretive when he gets excited," You laugh at his response, nodding your agreement.

"I'll pretend to be oblivious," You whisper in a conspiring tone, making him grin. "You can have your fun," He laughs, when you hear footsteps.

"Ah, my son is here," The Don says, his tone and his face clearly showing his pride for his son. You shift a little in your seat, straightening your back, your body wanting nothing but to turn around and watch the man you are marrying saunter into the room, but you stay put.

Dignity is far more important than useless curiosity.

"Come in, Namjoon." The Don says, "We were waiting for you, take a seat."

"I hope I am not too late," Namjoon says amicably, his deep voice almost making your jaw slack. You don't remember his voice being that deep.

When was the last time you heard him? Did he go through puberty again recently?

You were left wondering as he comes closer, and takes a seat next to you, very close to you but you don't point it out.

"Not at all, Nari didn't mind at all." The Don smiles, almost mischievously, "Did you, dear?"

A wave of refreshing scent hits you then; you are almost sure it's his cologne- refreshing, clean and vaguely earthy.

"No—" You sputter, trying to sound like the intelligent woman that you are.

"See, no harm done." The Don cuts you off, casting a teasing glance at his son. "How do you want me to do this? Should I do this all old-fashioned Bangtan style or a simple announcement?" He asks, looking at you expectantly.

Was this the norm?

Were every couple asked this question or was it just for you two?

Is this segment of every Bangtan member this chill and bizarre or was it a special change for you two?

You know something felt out of place, but that didn't stop you from answering back in a teasing way.

"I'd like the whole authentic Bangtan experience, samchon, so the old-fashioned way is for me." You say politely, your cheekiness making an appearance. "Jangmi wasn't happy at all, I wanna see what all the fuss was about."

And it was true.

Jangmi wasn't happy in the least with how her engagement to Taehyung took place. She said her Dad was all too serious and he behaved like he didn't know them at all. She said that his demeanor added to the awkwardness between her and Taehyung. You had laughed and she had promptly pointed out that you would go through it too. You had shut up after that.

"Okay, but you asked for this," He sighs, almost dramatically, and gestures for you to get up, "If you two could stand up," The two of you oblige.

Your relationship with the Don and Madam was great.

Madam Kim was more like your mother than your own but you had to admit after Jangmi left, you did stop coming by. You got busy with work and the rare times you saw them at parties, you stayed away because Namjoon was with them.

The Don treated you like another daughter of his, with you being his best friend's daughter and because once Jangmi and you became friends, the two of you did come as a set.

So, anytime Jangmi got anything from her parents, you got one too. Anytime your father bought you something, he bought it for Jangmi too. If you had a brother, you were almost sure Jangmi would probably marry him. You were like a daughter to them and you treated them like they were your parents, but with much more respect and maybe, a tiny bit of fear.

The Don clears his throat and begins.

"I, the Don of Bangtan, Kim Joonhyung, on the this glorious day of spring, hereby approve and accept the matrimonial union of Kim Namjoon, son of Kim Joonhyung and Kim Najung—" He gestures to Namjoon and then, gestures at you, "-and Baek Nari, daughter of Baek Youngjin and Shin Sook. Does the lady, Baek Nari, accept the intention?" He asks and gives you a questioning look.

"I do." You say, almost whispering. You don't fail to notice how your throat was tightening in a way that you were sure to bring tears soon. You fought against it, taking a deep breath and spreading your lips in a wide smile.

He beams at you and turns to his son, "Does the man, Kim Namjoon, accept the intention?"

"I do," Namjoon replies, all too easily. You wonder if he feels anything similar to how you were feeling or if this was just a duty of his to Bangtan.

"I hereby declare Kim Namjoon and Baek Nari betrothed." He announces, and beams at the newly engaged couple.

"Usually, you will exchange your engagement rings in here, but since we are planning on an engagement party for you, we'll have to skip that and just move to dinner." His voice is light and he smiles at the two of you.

"Ah, are you done, yeobo?" You hear Madam Kim come inside the room. She glances around at all of you, beaming brightly.

The Don nods in reply, "Won't you congratulate the newly engaged couple, love?"

"Oh yes, yeobo!" She lands a playful slap to Namjoon's arm, making him roll his eyes playfully, "Congratulations, Namu, sweetie," She turns to you, "I can't wait for you to officially join the family! We did a great job at finding the next Madam Kim!" She beams, practically vibrating in her place due to overwhelming happiness.

"You mean I did a splendid job, right, yeobo?" The Don corrected his wife, but shut up once the Madam sent him a sharp glare.

"We did, yeobo." She repeated again and the Don nods in submission. If you weren't so caught up in your own emotions, you'd have laughed at the Bangtan leader cowering under his wife's withering glare, "Great then. I'm sure you are starving from all the nervous fiddling. Let's go have dinner!"

Dinner was a far simpler affair than you thought it would be.

The menu was jajangmyeon and braised beef ribs. You were expecting wagyu steak and expensive wine to be honest. A simple meal of black bean noodles wasn't something you thought RM would enjoy. It looked like you were the one with the expensive taste with your braised beef ribs and fancy dessert selection.

"We'll have the engagement party in two weeks and—" The Don says, taking a sip of his wine, "your wedding in three months."

The two of you nod, knowing there wasn't much you could say that would change anything in the chain of events. The party would be in two weeks and wedding in three months at the country's best venue with an invite to some of the most influential and powerful people of the continent.

"Do you want any help with your dress, dear?" Madam Kim asks you, "I know Mi is your shopping buddy, but because she isn't here, can I tag along?"

"Yes, ommo-nim!" You say, a little too excited. Your father was going to make your mom go with you, atleast with Madam Kim's presence your mother would let you be. "Actually.. please take over her spot as my shopping buddy!"

"Can I?"

"Of course, ommo-nim! I'm going to be left in the company of my mother anyway," You barely roll your eyes and the lady smiles at you, "—we all know my mother has the horrible taste when it comes to clothes."

"I hate to agree, dear," Madam Kim sighs, "—but she pulls it off! None of us would look good in the deep purple sequin dress she wore for the Jang's anniversary party but Sook stunned everyone at the event."

"Yeah," You agree in a small voice, remembering the purple dress. The dress had been outrageous and awful but your mother had pulled it off. Her face made up for any flaw the dress might've had.

"Joon can get his tuxedo with us too," She said turning to her son who was quietly eating. "You two can spend a little time with each other that way,"

"I'm busy, Omma." He says almost uncaringly, "Besides, I already have plenty of well-fitting suits.. I don't want to waste my time getting another one."

"But this is your engagement, Namu!" Madam Kim says like that should explain everything there is to her request.

"I know, you can just choose one for me—" He was cut off, rather abruptly by his mother who didn't look like she would back down anytime soon.

"Fittings don't work that—"

"They know better than to mess up my engagement suit—" You had to agree. No one who knows Bangtan would even mistakenly mess up the Bangtan son's tuxedo.

"That's not my point—"

"I don't see any other—"

You didn't see any other reason too. He was a grown man who could go and get a tuxedo without his mother nagging at him. Why Madam Kim was adamant about his company was beyond you. It's not like he'd have any valid opinion on your clothes and he would just get bored and probably give mean comments.

"I want you two to spend time together before your engagement—"

"We have our lives to spend time together,"

You wished you could happily agree to his words but you were on Madam Kim's side. You wanted to know Namjoon atleast a little before your wedding, even if it wasn't the deep, emotional conversations. You wanted the two of you to be atleast friends before you became husband and wife.

"I know, so why not start—"

"Enough!" You jump, startled at the Don's loud voice. "If Namjoon doesn't want to join you for the shopping trip, yeobo... then he doesn't have to." He raised his palm, as if to say no more arguments, watching Madam Kim slump back into her chair and turned to Namjoon, "And since you are not busy today, I think you will have no problem taking my daughter-in-law home. Right, Namjoon?"

Namjoon sighed and agreed, "Yes, Abeo-ji." Madam Kim beamed at her husband, who shot her a discreet wink, as if to say I've got you.

"Well, that settles it." The Don says calmly, as if he hadn't put a loud stop to an argument between his wife and son. "Nari-yah, I heard you brought desserts...?"

You swear you are an intelligent, civilized woman.

You really do think so, but right now as you fidgeted with your heel straps, you didn't feel all that bright.

How embarrassing was this?

Your fiancé was standing next to you, watching curiously as you try to tug at your straps from its fastenings. You didn't have this problem when you put them on, but now, the strap was refusing to stay put. You could just walk with it open of course, but there's a huge chance of you falling face first or atleast spraining your leg. You didn't want him to think that you were a clumsy fool, so you tugged harder at the strap, frustrated at its attempt to make you look like an idiot. You breathe out a curse, almost giving up when you heard him say.

"Let me do it," He says smoothly and bends down to your feet, hands going to clutch at your ankle and at the strap, easily loosening it and strapping it shut.

"Good enough?" He looks up at you and you nod, flexing your ankle around in an attempt to stop your face from heating up at the way he was smiling at you. He holds out the other shoe, helping you slip into it and strapping it up.

If it had been any other day and any other man, you'd have teased him about acting like Prince Charming, but today, you stayed quiet. You might not be cinderella, but in a way this was your Prince Charming.

"Thank you," You say and he stands up, extending a hand to you, which you gracefully take, not failing to notice how his hands dwarfed yours significantly.

"Let's go, shall we?" You merely nod, your words were failing you a lot in his presence. He lets go of your hand and gestures for you to lead him out. He follows you out and you can practically feel his eyes on you, especially your curves.

It felt stupid to think so, but you weren't dreaming. The man had been stealing glances at you the whole dinner and has checked you out, head-to-toe atleast six times since you finished dinner and were left in his company to be taken home.

His gaze had met yours, then almost lustfully his eyes traced your neck, your exposed shoulders and all your curves. You felt yourself blush at his very open gawking and tried to focus your attention to his parents who were bidding their byes.

You weren't any different of course, you had checked him out too.. but at least you were a little shy about it.

Namjoon was tall and noticeably buff, his shirt sleeves struggling around his arms and buttons pulling at his chest. You also very fortunately took note of his thighs and long legs. He was extremely handsome too, more so when he was clenching his jaw and smiling widely, showing off his dimples. He had sharp, dark eyes and an aura of pure authority.

You shivered slightly as the cold breeze hit you, as you stepped out. The staff brought out his car and your jacket. He was a perfect gentleman as he put your jacket over your shoulder and opened the car door to let you slide in and shut the door after you. He gets in the car and you drive off.

The air is understandably awkward, atleast for you. He seems completely oblivious to your plight and to the actual reason he was asked to send you home. When you finally hit the roads away from the Kim Residence, you tried to initiate a conversation, a shallow get-to-know-each-other talk.

"It was my birthday a few days ago, you know," You told him, watching the road ahead of you. It wasn't the most normal of topics but you couldn't find any simpler ones.

"I know," He said, his voice calm. He takes a glance at you, his lips lifting in a minute smile, before he looks at the road again.

"And yet—" You try to keep the sourness out of your voice, "you didn't think to bother me with a wish."

"You are expecting too much, Nari." He said and you scoffed. You knew he'd say something like that and you knew that would get you pissed but you unwittingly egged him on.

"I'm not expecting more than what I deserve, Namjoon. Your parents and everyone I know because I'm marrying you sent me their wishes except for the man I'm marrying." You say, strangely demanding to a man you hadn't had a proper conversation with. "I am not asking you to treat me like a loving husband, I'm only asking you to treat me like a friend at most."

"We can't be friends, Nari." He shakes his head, "We'll cross that line on our wedding night." You don't expect your face to heat up at his suggestive comment, but it does. You were very vulnerable to his words and actions and you didn't like it one bit. So, you decide to change the tracks of the conversation slightly but abruptly.

"Are you happy that you are marrying me?" You ask, body turning to him completely as if to focus all your attention on him. Your previous thoughts about making small talk completely out the car window.

"It's for the best of Bangtan, of course I'm happy." Your jaw almost dips at his casual tone, as he takes another glance at you.

"Of course," You press your lips firmly, feeling assaulted by your own thoughts. Of course, this man would think marrying you was the best for Bangtan. He wasn't marrying you because he wants you but because you were his father's choice and ultimately, your marriage was good for Bangtan.

"Are you?" He seems obligated to ask you the same.

"It's for the best of Bangtan. Isn't it?" You smile mockingly, "My happiness isn't of any value to it, don't worry about it."

"Lils, You know it's true. Our happiness depends on Bangtan's well-being, so if Bangtan's happy, we will be happy too. I know this wasn't the answer you were accepting, but I don't want to give you any false hopes." You scoff, ignoring the flutter of your stomach at the nickname. "Both of us will content this way."

"Yes, completely stupid of me to expect atleast a friendship out of this marriage of convenience."

"This isn't a marriage of convenience—"

"It is!" You huff, "We are marrying because it's convenient, not because we are in love or because any of us wants to, but simply because this—" You gesture between you and him, "we are convenient."

"Do you really think the Don would just pick you to be his daughter-in-law because you were the convenient option?" You want to agree, scream out your frustrations because he can't see it. He can't see how much the marriage was going affect your life because his was going to remain mostly the same. He can't see how you were going to be in a marriage without love. He can't see how dangerously close you were to becoming like your parents, together but far away. He can't see it and it frustrated you. He was taking away every chance you had at a normal marriage.

"Nari, I know what this looks like and what you are expecting," He takes a sharp turn and you realise you are closer to your home. "but I want to clarify any misunderstandings your expectations might bring in the future."

You roll your eyes at his words.

Misunderstandings your expectations might bring, he said, not the misunderstandings his lack of care and affection might bring.

"We won't fall in love, don't expect me to ever be a loving husband. That will never happen. The quicker you accept that, the happier you will be." He states in a calm, factual tone. "We will have to pretend that we are in love, at least infront of Bangtan but you are free to ignore me otherwise. I promise to not take it to heart." He smiles, like he wasn't cutting off every string of hope you were holding for your future.

"We can have sex, as much as you want. You can spend as much as you want, you can enjoy anything you want as long as you pretend to be my loving wife and in the future, be a great Madam Kim. We can have kids, preferably two, a daughter and a son, if you want more that can be arranged too, you just have to say the word. You can have everything from me, but my love."

"So, sex and your black card are the only upsides to marrying you," You conclude, "I don't get your affection, your companionship, you doting over me, your care or anything that a wife might want from her husband, just what a prostitute gets from a client."

You dart a little forward, when he suddenly brakes the car. He looks at you with a softer expression.

"You are not a prostitute, Nari." He says sincerely but you find it hard to believe, "You are going to be my wife."

"I will protect you with my life and provide you with everything you will ever want—" He continues in the same earnest tone, but you cut him off, casting a snide remark.

"Everything but your love."

He sighs, but can't not agree, and says. "Everything but my love."

Kim Namjoon was no stranger to you.

Since you could remember, you knew him as an aloof but charming man. He didn't talk all that much in your presence, but you've heard of him from everyone. No one ever had complaints about him, all praises. After finding out that you were destined to marry him, you almost instinctively saw him with much sweeter and softer eyes. It was your fault of course, hoping and dreaming against everything that you might be some of the few to find love.

If someone who grew up to almost estranged parents like yours could hope for love, why wouldn't someone who was the child of the Don and Madam, who were literally lovesick teenagers sometimes, not want that for themselves? But apparently Kim Namjoon didn't want it. He promised you a life of luxury and marriage without love. That too mere hours after your engagement.

You should've known when he stayed away from ever talking to you in all the years you've known him. You would never understand why you thought it was to please his parents and the elders of Bangtan.

You were a fool and had no one to blame but yourself.

You quickly got out of the car and walked away, refusing to let him see your broken heart and your tears. You don't bid him a bye, just ignore his existence and move into your home. You hear him say bye, but you don't look back.

He did say you could pretend he didn't exist, might as well start right now.

Namjoon simply watched as you walked away into your home without paying him another glance. He couldn't look at your curves and gawk like he had been doing all night, because your crestfallen face made his stomach tumble in a bad way.

He leaned back to his car, trying to make sense of you. He had gotten out to open the car for you, but you had not waited for him. You didn't hear his bye and hadn't even looked back at him. He felt his heart crack a little but he was convinced it was because he was attracted to your body and you ignoring him wasn't going to fare him well if he wanted to cosummate your marriage. Any other possible thoughts of affection, care and the likes was dangerous.

You were dangerous and Namjoon for once didn't know if he liked it or not. He doesn't know how long he stayed in front of your door, leaned against his car and deep in his thoughts.

"Namjoon-ah," Your father's happy voice pulls him out of his reverie. He looks up and sees your father walking down the stairs to him, with a wide smile. Namjoon bows in respect and greets him.

"Why are you standing there? Come inside," Your father invites his future son-in-law inside his home, hand to his shoulder. "We can have a few drinks, I'm sure your family wouldn't mind," He continued, patting his shoulder. Your mother had followed your father out and she looked elated at having Namjoon home. Your parents look around, and at not finding you around, they look surprised.

"Where's Nari?" Your father asks your mother, who gave him a tense look. "Did something happen?" He looked at the younger man, and then at his wife, with a questioning look.

"Nothing, sir." Namjoon says with a polite smile, "Nari is probably tired from everything, you know my family can be a handful."

Your parents laughed lightly, "Oh, come on Namjoon, I'm sure you can just call me Abeo-ji, now." Your father says, his happiness at the thought of your marriage to Namjoon showing, "You are going to marry my daughter after all."

"Yes… Abeo-ji," Namjoon says, climbing up the stairs to your home, with your parents leading him inside.

"App-" Your voice comes to an abrupt stop. "Why are you still here?" You ask, eyes narrowing at your fiancé. Your tone was mean and everyone present knew it was intentional.

"Na," Your father gives you a disapproving look, "Honey, be nice." You roll your eyes, and just walk away. Your parents look straight up offended that you had said that to their son-in-law but Namjoon stops them before anyone could say anything your way.

"I promised her that I would take her to get her engagement gown, Abeo-ji but work calls, so I can't go and she is disheartened because of it." Namjoon lies smoothly. He didn't lie when he said he would protect you, even if it's from your own parents and this wasn't a big deal.

Your father nods in understanding. He knew of your thoughts about breaking promises, no matter the weight of the promise, you expected every promise made to be fulfilled. At the same time he also understood that work was far more important for Bangtan men than fulfilling simple promises. So, he didn't press much and Namjoon was thankful for it.

"What would you like, Namjoon?" Your father leads him to a bar, a place you had spent a good few years stocking and curating to your taste and for a guest's indulgence. "Nari likes collecting wines.. she loves wine and I enjoy the harder liqueurs, so there's quite a few of those. She helped me find some of the rarer and hard to find kinds too."

"What would you recommend, Abeo-ji?" Namjoon asked your dad, hoping that the conversation would take his mind off of you but he wasn't quite successful as it seemed every bottle in that beautiful bar was brought by you, because of some specific reason and you had a story behind every bottle and glass.

Your father couldn't tell all of them, but the whole conversation was as much about the alcohol as it was about you. As the night went longer and your father got progressively drunk, Namjoon could see how much your father adored you. Even in his drunken state, he couldn't let go of his love for you and talked about everything he could tell Namjoon about you.

And Namjoon, who rarely ever had the patience to put up with a drunk man, much less a drunk old man talking about his daughter, stayed silent and indulged him in his drunk conversation, mentally chronicling every little fact and story about you.

When your father had ultimately had enough, Namjoon helped him up the stairs with the help of your mother who had returned to take your father to his room. He bid your mother goodbyes and laughed away her apologies and thanks and agreed to show himself out, but he didn't. He went to you instead.

He had something to tell you.

"Your brother is an asshole,"

That's the first thing you say, when Jangmi receives your call.

Jangmi straight up cackles at your tone, "You know all mafia men are emotionally constipated, and my brother's supposed to lead them," She says, barely containing her smile, "of course he seems like an asshole."

"No no, he is an asshole," You say, stripping off your dress, standing only in your undergarments.

"Yah, he's not~" Jangmi counters you, "He's just a shy weird gangster!"

"You are biased because he's your brother," You shake your head at her, disappointed that she can't see your truth.

"I'm not-" You raise a palm to her, mimicking the Don from dinner.

"I'm using my veto power and declaring him an asshole." You say and she shoots you an incredulous look.

"What-"

"Sh sh sh," You put your finger to your lips, "You are my best friend first, then his sister," You remind her again.

"That-"

"No no no," You shake your head, absolutely refusing to listen to her, "Repeat after me. Kim Namjoon is an asshole."

"Kim Namjoon is an asshole." She repeats obediently.

You nod, "Yes, Kim Namjoon is a fucking asshole!"

"Will you atleast tell me what he did?" She asks, as you pull on your short robe around you.

"Will you promise to thwart him when you come home?"

"Sure, I'll do it twice if you want me to."

"Listen—" You start and rant her ears off about everything that transpired between you two till the car conversation. You didn't divulge much details from there, mainly because you knew Jangmi loved and held her brother to a much higher standard and deep down, you felt a strange sense of protection over him. You didn't want anyone to think bad of him. It was odd for you to feel that way but you did and you didn't know what to do with it.

You told her about the dinner, your Bangtan-style engagement, which she said wasn't as awkward as hers had been, her mother's cooking, her mother taking over your shopping buddy role, Namjoon not tagging along for the dress shopping, him helping out with your shoes and dropping you home.

"So.. he's an asshole because he won't go dress shopping with you?" Jangmi asks, firmly believing that you were over-exaggerating. You nod in a serious way, in an attempt to hide anything that might say otherwise.

"Dress shopping is a sacred affair, Miss Kim." Jangmi laughs and you follow after a second.

"It is, Miss Jang." She continues to giggle, "It indeed is."

When you see her yawn after a few more minutes of talking, you know it's time to say goodbye. You disconnect the call with a promise to call the next day and go to dip in the warm water of your tub. It had literally taken you over two hours to prep with your chatter and suddenly, you realized you didn't have wine.

You sigh, disappointed in yourself and go to get some. You deserved good wine and a good soak for putting your heart on the line and letting your fiancé walk all over it.

When you came down, you had hoped he'd have left from your earlier mean comment but no, the jerk was enjoying premium whiskey you that you had specially imported for your dad for his birthday. He was sitting, listening to whatever your father was saying.

Your father looked drunk, but was clearly enjoying himself.

"—she wouldn't let go! Then we had to get that squirrel home and take care of him. She made these tiny little bed for him, with two little pillows and a duvet!" Your father was saying to Namjoon who was smiling happily, as your father recounted the story of your first pet squirrel.

"Appa!" You call loudly, hoping your father would see it as a sign to stop but he turned to you, shot you a wide grin and turned back to Namjoon.

"She loves taking baths too!" He says excited, "Can you believe she used to hate taking showers? Now she can't go a day without taking hour-long baths! She specifically had a large bath tub built as soon as she turned twenty, to have wine and take a relaxing bath, she used to say.. You better build one for the Elite Estate too, Namjoon-ah, or she might not stay long there!"

Your father continued to further embarrass you but Namjoon and you didn't notice it, far too captured with each other. Even after his harsh talk to you, you still seemed to have it in you to blatantly marvel at his rolled sleeves and veiny hands.

Maybe because he was drunk, his eyes somehow looked more dangerous and you could plainly read his lust towards you as they glazed over your bare legs, thighs and the valley between your breasts that you hadn't bothered to cover up properly.

He brings out his thick tongue to wet his lips and you gulp feeling unnaturally bothered. You saunter up to the bar, grab a bottle of some random wine and walk away, not paying mind to your father or your fiancé.

He practically drools as his eyes catch a glimpse of your barely covered butt from under the short robe and how soft they seem. He wants to touch them so bad. He wonders if they are soft and if everything else about your body was soft too. He's far too deep in his horny reverie when your father pours a drink down the table and he snaps out of it.

If your father wasn't as drunk as he is, Namjoon is sure that your father would've killed him, or atleast punched him for how lustfully he was looking at you. He can feel his dick grow harder, which is a reaction he wasn't expecting, atleast after his talk about not being able to give you love.

Not his dick though, his dick was ready to give you everything.

"Do you always run around in this place in nothing but these flimsy pieces of fabric?"

Your heart drops when you hear his deep voice. You whirl around to face Namjoon, eyes wide at the audacity of this man to come up to your room and comment about your clothes, in your own home.

"Yes, why do you care?"

"Does every man coming here get to see you prowling around half naked?"

"Well," You cock your head challengingly, "If he comes to my room when I'm just out of my bath, then yes, he does get to see me naked."

He clenches his jaw and you blame the glasses of wine in you for finding that hot. His gaze hardens as he walks up to you very predator-like, making you take a step back, each time he took one towards you, till he had you against a wall.

"Na-darling," He hushes out, his deep voice gyrating pleasurably in your body. He cups your face in his callused, warm hands and tilts your face to him, your gazes meeting. "You need to not tempt me," He says, his slightly alcohol-riddled breath fanning your face. You gulp and the proximity and at the way his scent and body is hovering over you. "Your family wouldn't want me despoiling their precious daughter against a wall in her room, right?" He asks, his tone cute in a mocking way, "so baby, behave." He gently taps your nose, as if he wasn't talking about taking you against a wall. "And as for the nude show, I'd rather you do it for me and me alone in my bedroom. No other man will ever see you like this, if anyone does, then that will be his last day breathing."

His eyes harden and you know he isn't lying. He brings his face closer to yours, rubs his nose against yours almost affectionately, smiling and dropping his head to your shoulder.

"You smell nice," He says and begin peppering kisses up your neck. "I'll see you at the engagement party, yeah?" He presses his body against yours, almost crushing you to the wall. You can feel the heat radiating off him and the pressure of every hard muscle of his against your soft ones, especially his semi-hard crotch to yours.

If it hadn't been for your brain malfunctioning at the proximity, you'd have shoved him away. But your lust-hazzled mind didn't let your body do the shoving, instead choosing to let Namjoon do whatever he pleases.

You let out little gasps and breaths as he licks at your neck, marking you and you try your level best to not arch your neck for more. His hands are on your waist, inching closer to your butt and your arms are on his strong shoulders.

He seems to notice your reluctance in responding back to him, so he suckles harder and when you don't budge, he gives an experimental thrust, making you take a sharp breath. Your wide eyes meet his hooded ones and he lips curl in a rather sweet grin.

"Words, baby." He grates out in his deep voice and rubs his hard dick against you and you are now painfully aware of your own wetness pooling in your panties.

"I-I'll see you," You breath out, "-at-at the party."

"Good," He hushes out, presses a string of fluttering kisses from your collarbones to your ears, making you arch up to him understandably in search of more but he stops, gives you a dimpled, wide smile and walks away, leaving you to slump against the wall, hands clutching your neck, tracing his kisses and body burning.

Fuck, what just happened?

[ next ] Three : Kim Namjoon, Baek Nari And The Engagement Party

[ author's endnote ] the second chapter is up! I'm sorry for the delay guys, but I fucked up real bad. Story time! I'm planning on getting my masters but to apply into my course, I need to clear an entrance exam and an interview with the examination authority. I knew that and to make sure I didn't miss out on the exams, I applied the day the applications were released and for two months, I spent learning for the said exam. Today, around 12 pm, I get a notification from my dream university letting me know that their admission starts around late October. I'm obviously glad that I still have time to work and figure out my finances, but the notice also dropped a huge bomb. The university apparently doesn't accept the entrance exams that I was studying for and they require me to write another test, conducted by the state authorities. In my country, there are many entrance exams for different master courses. Each test determines which university you can apply to, if you can get a merit seat and such. The one I was initially planning on writing is the most common test in my neighboring state, from where I'm getting my degree but the university I want to apply to won't accept it, because it's common and everyone writes it. They never told any of the applicants because the university is partially run by a management and giving such details to everyone means many students can get in through the government and other quotas. The last day to apply for that exam is tomorrow, by 5:30 pm and the procedure is exhausting and confusing. I'm from a pretty remote town and it's hard to find an Internet café and the banks they are requesting we pay our fees through. I spent hours today at a commercial office today, using their computer to try and do something. I couldn't complete it because the fees couldn't be transferred. Now, the plan is to go to a neighbouring town tomorrow, where there is a cyber café, which hopefully is open early tomorrow and apply again. I'm supposed to apply, get a receipt which I have to get to my banker and transfer the amount to the authority and then go back to the café and complete the procedure and if everything goes well, then I can appear for the exams on October 23. If not, I take the initial test and apply to a random college and live my life knowing I missed out on going to my dream university because I was late and there was no internet café in my town. hopefully, my pessimistic thoughts don't come true! Edit: I have an update guys! so, I managed to apply thanks to my uncle knowing the cyber café owner who was gracious enough to open up the cyber café early in the morning and the banker too was very understanding and called other branch managers and helped me transfer the fees to the authority. now, I have to wait for the confirmation from them and get my application printed and in about three week, the list of possible exam takers will be out and if I'm on there, then I can apply to my dream university, if not, I kiss my dreams goodbye and move on. That's it from me guys, I hope things are going well for all of you. let me know what you think about the chapter! please leave a comment and reblog! If you have any questions, send them my way. my asks are open. until the next chapter, lots of love and take care.

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2021, September 17.

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