"I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you safe. My feelings for you are so deep, it's almost scary. I never want to see that fear in your eyes again. I only ever want to see you smile, and I want to be the one who makes you smile."

Warmth spreads through your chest as your heart expands. This is the feeling you've always dreamed of but never quite achieved. The word love may not have been said, but it has definitely been felt.

*******

Touched by Namjoon's words, you put your arms around his neck and kiss him as though your life depends on it. You may be afraid of confessing your love to him, but you can show him. He slides one of his hands to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper. His other hand moves to your back, and you arch your chest toward him instinctively. He leans back, keeping you close, so you're now laying astride him.

You feel his cock growing beneath you, and it makes you squirm. His kisses move to run along your jawline, and you close your eyes, reveling in the way this man makes you feel. A small, breathy moan escapes your lips as he moves down to the pulse in your neck. He licks and nibbles that sensitive spot as his hand moves to grab your ass. He grinds his erection into the junction between your thighs before he pushes you back and sits up.

Both of you are out of breath as he holds you at arm's length. He squeezes his eyes shut while he tries to calm himself. You're confused and hurt by his rejection. It's a good thing you didn't tell him how you feel.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I promised you that I would be a gentleman. I'm sorry."

Realization dawns on you, and you laugh. Namjoon looks at you with confusion etched in the crease between his brows.

"I'm sorry, Joonie. It's just that if I wanted you to keep your promise, I wouldn't have climbed on top of you."

He ponders your words for a moment. Then, he rapidly removes your nightshirt. Joonie's eyes sparkle with appreciation as he takes your full breasts in his hands. He leans up to put one of your nipples in his mouth while he rolls the other in between his nimble fingers. You gasp at the sensation, your lips forming into an O.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met," he says as he switches breasts. "I never want to let you go. I could live my life inside of you and be the happiest man on earth."

"Then don't let go. Hold me tight, please, because I'm falling and fast."

He attacks your mouth with a new urgency, both hands now in your hair, and you can feel the love he's pouring into this kiss.

"Me, too, Baby. Saranghae. I love you, Y/N. I love you like I've never loved anyone else before."

His deep, husky voice reverberates through your entire nervous system, and every sensation is heightened. His hands move to the waistband of your pajama pants, and you lift up enough to allow him to remove them and your panties in one move.

He tosses them without looking and knocks over his tea, breaking the teacup on your hardwood floor. You don't care. You attack his shirt, and he sits forward to let you remove it. Pushing him back down, you continue grinding your heat into him while he grabs your hips. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your naked ass, and that only turns you on more.

"I love you, too, Namjoon. I love you so much. I don't know how I fell so fast, but I love you so much."

He wraps one arm around your waist to hold onto you while he lifts his hips up and pulls down his own sweatpants. His painfully hard cock springs free, and you automatically position your entrance over his tip. You reach down and guide him into you, and your walls instantly clench into an orgasm. You gasp in surprise at how deep he is inside you and how quickly you came.

His jaw clenches, and he bites his lower lip at how tightly you're squeezing his thickness, throwing his head back. You begin to ride him fast and hard, your hands everywhere on him. His chest is sculpted to perfection, his abs flexing to your rhythm. His hands guide your hips, and he nibbles on your collarbone. Another orgasm courses through you, and goosebumps form all over your body.

You're both gleaming with sweat, and it only adds to the intense heat both of you are lost in. Namjoon leans back further on the couch and slides down a bit so he can run circles around your clit. This slight change in position puts him deeper inside, and you feel your climax building quickly.

"That's it, Baby. Cum for me. Let it go. I want to hear you scream my name."

"Namjoo...!!"

"That's it. Cum with me!"

Your orgasm is so intense your entire body convulses, and Namjoon has no choice but to take over while he shoots his own climax into you. You come down from your high and collapse onto him, your head buried in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you tightly and stands with your legs still wrapped around his waist.

"Let's get you to bed, Baby."

You're out before your head hits the pillow. You wake up to him behind you, spooning you closely. You feel more relaxed than you have in your entire life, but your bladder is going to bust if you don't get up now. Trying to be careful not to wake him, you move slowly, but he grabs you tighter.

"Mmmm. Don't go, Y/N."

"I have to use the bathroom, Joonie."

You chuckle at his sleepy mumbling but succeed in removing yourself from his grip. It's still dark outside, so you know it's not time to be up yet. After relieving yourself, you go into the living room so you can set your alarm on your phone. You don't notice the shadow lurking in your dining room only 10 feet behind you. A cold chill wracks through you, and, believing it's just because you're naked in the central air, quietly rush back to the warmth and security of your man. He welcomes you back in his arms, kisses the back of your neck, and asks if you feel better. Both of you are back to sleep instantly.

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of a knock on the front door. You turn over and see you're alone in the bed, but you smell fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. You can't help but smile as you stretch and get out of bed. Then rush to the bathroom to pee.

You're gathering your clothes for the day when Namjoon enters the room. He's holding your coffee and a bag of breakfast. That must have been security delivering your food. He pouts in disappointment when you wrap up in your satin robe and tie it. You kiss him on the cheek and gladly take the coffee from him.

"Let's eat in the dining room."

He nods in silent agreement and follows you out of the room. You sway your hips a little more than usual and look back at him, only to find he's watching your movements closely. He licks his lips and looks up at you sheepishly. Oops. Someone's busted.

After you're both showered and dressed, you head to work. It's kind of nice not to have to take the bus now. You can sleep in another hour or just take your time with coffee, breakfast, and the best-looking company a woman can ask for.

While in the car, Namjoon is checking on the current numbers for their newest single's release. It seems BTS has broken a few more records and is projected to break a few more once the entire album is released next month. While it isn't surprising to you, Namjoon is a humble man. There's a constant string of "Wow" and "I can't believe this" from the seat next to you.

You go over your emails and delete all of your messages from your mother. You don't want to read them because you know she's furious with you for hanging up on Brett. Why can't she just let it go? It's your life, not hers. It's not like she doesn't have money from your father's estate. Not to mention the settlements from her divorces.

Before pulling into the garage, Namjoon puts his phone and notes away and asks you what you'll be doing today.

"I have my interview today with Hair Magazine. We'll be a few hours with that since they want to do a small photoshoot, too. Katy will be doing my makeup, so she'll be showing up soon. Think we'd be able to have lunch together? Maybe we can get Hobi with us and introduce them? They'd be great friends and so cute together."

"Probably not. These meetings are going to run back to back, plus we'll be going live for ARMY, so we'll likely be eating together."

Both of you look disappointed but, such is the life of Kim Namjoon. He's the leader of BTS, so his level of responsibility is even higher than the others. You know that accepting him means accepting that he can't be at your side every minute of every day.

"That's ok. Really. I mean, you'll be going on tour soon, anyway. I'll have to get used to not having you around. Loving you means I'll have to be ok with sharing you with the world."

You give him a teasing smile, and he visibly relaxes. He gives you a soft kiss just as the car pulls to a stop in front of the garage elevator. He leans close to your ear and whispers in such a sultry voice it gives you chills.

"I love you. I'll be thinking about you all day."

He moves your hand so you can feel his erection that's growing under his dress pants. You shiver. You can't seem to get enough of him, and you'd bet your last dollar he feels the same way. You whisper your love back to him in his ear as your door opens. You get out and sway your hips seductively on your way to the elevator. You know he's watching you, and you've never felt more powerful as a woman.

Your mood remains elevated all morning, and your team definitely notices. They all tease you and beg for details, but you refuse to share. It still feels a bit surreal to you. You're almost scared to say it out loud as if saying it will wake you up from this dream. Waking could return you to a reality without Namjoon. You sit down to start working on your interview prep while Berto works on your hair.

Namjoon

This day is dragging on so slow, and it isn't even lunch yet. You've been going over new sponsor contracts with Big Hit/Hybe's new lawyers, hired especially for your American dealings. They seem cordial enough for lawyers, and they don't seem too bothered by having to stop so you can explain things to the other guys in Korean. Everyone has to be on the same page and, even though there's an official translator, you know your guys better than anyone else. You know what needs explained further and to whom it needs to be explained. It's essentially second nature to you, now.

Finally, you all take a break for lunch and to stretch your legs. All of the guys swarm around you at once, cornering you in the conference room. Jimin pipes in first, wiggling his eyebrows.

"So, how was your night?"

He gives you a knowing smirk, and all of the guys lean in closer to hear all of the juicy details. You laugh at their eagerness but refuse to divulge any said juiciness. They whine in protest, and you can only laugh.

"Have you told her yet," Hobi asks eagerly?

"Told her what," you ask evasively?

Jin, losing his patience with the runaround, adds, "You know what! Don't play games. You love her, and you know it. Now, spit it out. Have you told her yet?"

"Yes, I did."

Everyone waits for you to say more, and you're trying hard not to laugh at them. Or look at them.

Jungkook eagerly begs for more. "Well?! How did she respond? Did she tell you you're crazy and kick your ass out, or did she tell you she loves you, too?"

"Well, he didn't come home last night, again, so I think we can rule out her going psycho on him," Yoongi adds with an eye roll.

Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook's shoulder in brotherly affection.

"Our Golden Maknae here still has a lot to learn, doesn't he?"

Jungkook shoves his hyung off of him in good humor, and the teasing ensues. Now that they're occupied with each other, you sneak past them and go out into the hallway. Lunch will arrive at any minute, but you just have to hear her voice first.

"Mr. Kim. I was hoping I could have a word with you."

You recognize the man stopping you at the door as one of the lawyers, but you want to talk to Y/N.

"Can it wait? I have to return an important call."

You don't give him a chance to answer as you slip into one of the neighboring conference rooms and lock the door behind you. Finally, you wait for her to answer, tapping your feet anxiously. Her voice is like a drug, and you just need a small fix.

You

"Hey, Joonie. How's your day so far?"

"Tedious. It's all legal shit with our sponsors and venues and contracts and so on. I hate doing it all in one day, but at least it'll be over with soon enough. Everybody is on lunch right now, so I only have a couple of minutes to talk. I needed to hear your voice. How did the interview go?"

"It went really well. Katy and Berto are going to be recognized since they are the ones that did my style and makeup for the photoshoot. I was just sitting down with my sketch pad to work on my next competition project some more. Berto says he's on board with doing a booth with me, too! I'm happy you were able to steal a minute to talk to me. What are you eating for lunch?"

"I'll grab a sandwich when I get back in there. I wanted to talk to you first. What are you eating for lunch?"

You look guiltily at your vending machine granola bar but, before you can answer, Steph informs you that you have a visitor downstairs.

"Who?"

Steph shrugs her shoulders and goes back to sharpening her scissor blades.

"Frannie just said you have a visitor. I don't know."

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, Joonie. Apparently, I have a 'visitor' downstairs? I have to go."

"That's fine. I need to get back to the meeting, anyway. I love you, Y/N."

Your cheeks instantly flare up to a bright red. You turn your back to everyone that's pretending not to listen in on your conversation.

"I love you, too, Joonie," you respond quietly.

You get up and rush out the door while everyone hoots and hollers and smooches the air. You flip them off and close the door in their faces. You can still hear their laughter as the elevator doors close, taking you downstairs. They mean well, and you can't help but feel affection toward your new crew.

No. Not crew. Family.