Jin's POV

It's been three days since I've seen Jackson. He didn't contact me in that time, and I was beginning to worry. Maybe he hated me now. Currently, I was moping on the patio in the back, sitting on a chair and staring at some of the flowers.

"Moping, are we?"

"Go away, asshole." I said in a flat tone. "I'm not really in the mood for your bullshit today."

"Well good thing that's not why I'm here, then, hmm?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Namjoon wants you. He's in his office."

"Fine." I got up slowly and stretched out my numb limbs. I'd been sitting for awhile in the same position and my muscles creaked and popped as I moved and stretched.

Yoongi rolled his eyes since I was taking my sweet time and just left me there. When I was done, I headed inside and walked up towards Joon's office. I knocked and entered a few seconds later. "I've been summoned?" I asked, teasingly.

He smiled at me, while he was talking on the phone. He finished up his conversation quickly. In that time I'd walked up to him. I gave him a peck on the cheek.

I didn't want to say that we were lovers, even though he'd asked and I'd agreed. It was kind of awkward though, but we'd been making efforts to get more comfortable around each other. Starting with showing small signs of affection. It was working. I'd liked Namjoon before, but now I had absolute butterflies Everytime I saw him. He made me feel special. Loved. And I absolutely basked in the attention that he gave me.

"Hey, princess." He said, stealing a kiss from my lips. That was rather uncommon, and it left a faint blush on my cheeks. He chuckled at my reaction and brushed a hand under my chin. He then turned to his desk. "Yeah, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Japan for your brother's wedding."

"Well of course I want to go! If he even wants me to go, that is."

"What do you mean, he invited you himself."

"Yeah...but he's been avoiding me for three days."

"Princess, that doesn't mean he doesn't want you at his wedding. He was just given a great shock, and probably needs some alone time. And he never revoked his invitation. He would've if he didn't want you there."

"Mmm." I hummed in response. I was standing in front of Namjoon and he pulled me into his lap. I blushed and looked down, my hands fiddling with his shirt.

"Well?"

"I want to go. Will you be going?"

"Yes. Plus I have business to attend to in Japan. That's also why I called you here."

"So you could tell me about your business in Japan?"

"Partly." I was still looking down. "I want you to join my family, princess."

"Join your family?" I snapped my eyes up to meet his.

"Mhmm. I want you to become a part of my personal team. I want you to be part of my family. Just not a brother. As my lover." I was blushing again. I bit my bottom lip to stop the growing smile. Namjoon chuckled lightly. "So?"

"I'd be honored to." I smiled slightly at him and gave him a hug.

"Good." He pecked my lips once again. "Then I'll set up an appointment with my artist to get you your mark."

"Alright." I nodded. I'd noticed that each of the members, at least those that were closest to Namjoon, had circular designs somewhere on their bodies. Each one was slightly different. The underlings that I'd met had just simple black circles on their wrists, but everyone knew what it meant.

We fell into an uncomfortable silence, and I began to play with Namjoon's shirt again. "Princess?" He said after awhile.

"Hmm?"

"I love you." It was so unexpected. A large silence filled the room as I stared at Joon's face. To say I was speechless was an understatement.

Panic filled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows, but then I understood why. I reached up and touched my cheeks, which were damp. I was crying. I looked down at my hand that was shaking just to confirm it. Sure enough, my finger tips were wet.

I let out a choked sob. Namjoon quickly embraced me, comforting me. "I'm sorry..." He began. I flew away from his embrace and returned to staring at him in the eye. I shook my head furiously.

"Don't apologize." I said. My lips trembled as I smiled. "I'm happy, Namjoon, don't mistake these tears. I'm so, so happy. You're the first person to ever tell me that." I leaned forward and my forehead connected with his.

He wiped away some of the tears that were falling down my face. I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him. I poured all of my passion into the kiss, and he matched the ferocity with his lips. Tears continued to stream down my face as we kissed.

Joon's hands fell down to my waist and pulled me closer to him. We broke the kiss at the same time, and rested our foreheads together again. "You deserve to be loved, Lee Seokjin. And if no one else is smart enough to realize that, then I'll give you all the love that you could ever want."

"Thank you." I said quietly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me feel." I gazed down at his lips, which were curved upwards into a smile.

Suddenly a phone rang, interrupting the moment. Namjoon groaned and I laughed. I tried to slide off of his lap, but he held firm as he picked up the phone. "What?" He snapped.

He listened to whatever the person on the other line had to say. "Oh..." Namjoon said. I chuckled at his cuteness. He hung up shortly after. "The artist is ready whenever you are."

"Okay, I'll go now then."

"Mm...want me to go with you?"

"No...I wanna surprise you."

"Alright, princess." He kissed me once more before I slid off of his lap and headed for the door.

I was met downstairs by a tall man. Tattoos littered his whole body. I noted the black circle on his wrist. We greeted each other and I led him to my room. He set up and then we discussed what I would be getting.

It was a rather fast process. And when he was done, I looked at the mirror.

(A/N: His eyes open)

I smiled and nodded, content with the mark. As the artist started to pack up, I stopped him. "Sorry, but could I get one more thing?" I asked shyly. He nodded and I whispered what I wanted. I got a skeptical look, but he complied. After he was done, he left and I threw a turtle neck on. Which wasn't uncommon for me.

I walked down the hall and was greeted by Jimin in the kitchen. I made some dinner. "Hey hyung, did you get your mark?"

"I did." I smiled slightly.

"Can I see it?"

"Sure." I pulled down the collar and showed him the mark. He whistled.

"That's beautiful. Looks like Namjoon's."

"Hmm...does it?"

"Yeah." I shrugged and began to eat. As I finished, someone I did not expect walked into the room. Jackson. I stood quickly. He stopped in front of me.

"Jackson..." I began. But he cut me off.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you." He said. "I just needed to be alone." I nodded in understanding. "I hope you're still coming to my wedding?"

"Yeah. When are you leaving?"

"Tonight, actually. I booked a flight for you for tomorrow."

"Oh. Alright, thank you."

"No problem. I'll see you there, hyung." Then he left. Jimin was still standing there when I turned back to my plate. I put it into the sink.

"Your going to Japan with Joon?"

"I am. My brother is getting married next week."

"I see. Well...have fun." He snickered. I gaped at him as a flush crept up my neck. He smirked and walked away. I buried my face into my hands, mortified at his lewd insinuations.

The next day I was on a plane, on my way to Japan. Namjoon had a different flight than I did, so I didn't see him all day. But we did have the same hotel room, and I wanted to surprise him.

Luckily, I arrived first. I dropped all of my things and rummaged through the box sitting on the bed. I'd ordered it to be delivered to my room earlier.

I slipped out of my clothes and into the kimono. I kept it open so that my surprise was out on display. Then I jumped on the bed and grabbed a book, reading while I waited for Namjoon.

He arrived about an hour later. "Princess?" He called from the hall of the suite. "Are you--" he stopped short as he entered the room. I looked up at him slowly as his eyes raked down my body.

I felt a small smirk form on my lips. "What's wrong?" I sked innocently.

"N-nothing. Absolutely nothing." He stuttered out. I tilted my head as his eyes roamed over my body. They rested on the engraving just below my chin. He strode over quickly and grabbed my chin, forcing it aside to get a better look. "Oh shit, princess. That's so hot."

"You asked me why I didn't cover up this scar? I didn't cover it up because I was waiting. One day I'd hoped to meet someone who would love me, and I vowed to love that person back with everything I had. I love you  Kim Namjoon. I would do anything for you." His lips crashed to mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck instantly.

His tongue slipped into my mouth seconds later and I let out a soft moan as his hands began to brush across my body. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and tore it off as fast as I could. He untied the belt on my kimono and soon I was completely naked. Namjoon left my lips and trailed harsh kisses down my neck.

I let out soft moans as he sucked harshly on my sweet spot. His hands gripped my hips harshly as he continued to move down. I let out a choked moaned as his lips connected with my dick. On impulse, my fingers entangled themselves into his hair as he took me into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking harshly on the top in between.

I was in utter bliss. I let out a broken moan as I came. Namjoon sucked me dry. I was panting heavily when he pulled away, crashing our lips together again. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only succeeded in turning me on again.

"Fuck baby, your so sexy." He groaned out. I pulled him closer to me, but then pushed him away. He stumbled back as I sat up. My eyelids were lowered and I gave him a sexy look.

"Take off you pants." I said. He did as I said. I crawled towards the end of the bed were he stood, never breaking eye contact. I bit my bottom lip before taking his length into my mouth. He threw his head back in a moan and I moved my head up and down his length, taking all of it in successfully.

His hips snapped forward suddenly and I moaned as it hit the back of my throat roughly. I grabbed his hip with one of my hands, leaving the other to keep me up one knees as he began to thrust faster into my mouth. "Fuck, princess. I'm gonna cum." Seconds later he released. I swallowed all of it, and then proceeded to lick him clean. "Shit...you're really asking to be fucked until you can't walk." He growled out. I smiled blissfully and fell backwards onto the soft bed.

I shamelessly spread my legs and held out my hands towards him. "Then fuck me daddy." I said, my voice husky. Lust invaded his eyes and he practically lunged forward. He kissed my neck and his hands trailed down, until they met my butt.

I grabbed his hand before he could finger me. He paused and I leaned into his neck, whispering into his ear, "Just give it to me raw, baby." I said lowly. He growled and I gasped, arching my back as he instantly snapped himself into me.

Everything was in in one go. Pain spread through my back, but I let out a moan in pleasure. He set a slow pace, hitting my prostate dead on with each powerful thrust. "D-daddy--" I moaned out.

"Shit, princess, your so tight." He groaned out, speeding up slightly.

"Ah...ah...daddy...f-faster!" I cried out. He immediately slammed into me and continued at a rapid pace. I dug my nails into his back.

I screamed out his name as I came, releasing all over my stomach and the bed sheets. "S-shit!" He cursed before releasing into me. We were both panting heavily. He pulled out slowly and collapsed onto the bed beside me.

He pulled me into his arms and gave me a slow and loving kiss. We snuggled underneath the covers of the blanket, and sleep was quick to come.