Nanami was more than willing to sign the non disclosure, but she wasn't too happy about the look on your face. You promised her you'd explain everything once they wrapped things up with the NDA.

"Bye Mr. Song!" you wave to the black van.

You sigh and close the door, returning to the living area where Nanami sits.

"Okay, so you're basically a sugar baby, but you have to pay taxes on the income." Nanami says, rubbing her temples.

Oh god. I really am Kim Namjoon's sugar baby.

"This is like one of your weird ass fantasies coming true," she smirks. "So why the long face?"

You slowly make your way over to the sofa chair next to her. After taking a sip of tea, you begin telling her everything that had happened, from Namjoon being able to sleep, to how he caressed you in bed, to how he touched you the next morning.

Nanami tilts her head to the side and cocks an eyebrow. "Okay that all sounds really great? Why are you down in the dumps?"

You drink a bit more of your tea before responding. "As I was signing the contract, Namjoon made it very clear that he didn't want anything other than an employee/ employer relationship with me," you mumble.

"Okay first of all, employers don't cuddle their employees and moan into their ears at night," she scoffs, "but go on."

Of course Nanami is able to make you laugh at a moment like this. You then explain to her everything he said during the meeting with Mr. Song.

"He apologized after Jimin called him out for how unnecessary his comment was, and I really don't think he meant to hurt my feelings. I'm going to let it go. It just kind of embarrassed me a little. I know we have this intense spark but I haven't even come close to asking for anything from him."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Nanami asks softly, grabbing your hand. "The contract hasn't even started yet and he's already hurt your feelings. I know you were a big fan in the past but you don't have to put yourself in this position if you don't want to."

Looking up at her, you can see her eyes are filled with nothing but concern for you. She really is one of the best friends you could ask for.

"I know," you smile, squeezing her hand back. "But I want to do this for him. Namjoon has helped hundreds of thousands of people all over the world make it through hard times, despite all the hate and negativity thrown at him. So I want to help him through his tough time too."

"Do you have feelings for him?" Nanami asks.

"I've thought about it... but honestly it's too early to tell," you answer. "I only really met him a week ago. I know I love him as a fan. And now there's this weird spark and connection, but I'm not sure what it means."

You look down at your tea and furrow your brows. "Like, don't get me wrong, I'd let him rearrange my guts at any moment," you say, Nanami choking on her water, "but fascination and feelings are two different things."

"Okay," Nanami nods, wiping the water from her chin, "I've got your back, I'm going to support you no matter what."

"I am going to have a talk with him though," you frown, "I want to make it clear that I'm not expecting anything from him, and that he doesn't need to worry about me."

"I think that's a good idea." Nanami smiles. "Now let's go get lunch please, before I starve to death."

• • • • • • • •

The first night of the contract is already here.

Namjoon paces around his apartment, knowing you're arriving any second. He wants to apologize again, but he doesn't know how to start.

"What do I even say?" Namjoon says into his cellphone.

"I don't know, how about 'Sorry for being an ass during our meeting, you're not just an employee I love you and I want to get marr-'"

"Taehyung," Namjoon growls. "I'm serious. She was really irritated when she left yesterday. What if she's thought about it more and is angry with me?"

"You're way overthinking this, hyung," V laughs. "Just tell her you didn't realize how it would sound to others, and that you're sorry for even mentioning it."

"Alright," he huffs. "Hopefully she-"

Namjoon's cut off by the sound of his doorbell. He sprints over to the screen and is a mixture of both relieved and nervous when he sees your face. "I gotta go V, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye hyung! Tell her I said h-"

Namjoon hangs up and takes a few deep breaths before opening the door.

He groans to himself when he sees how good you look tonight. You came straight from work, wearing a green satin dress that hugged you tight at the waist, flowing down midway to your thigh.

You're also a little bit mesmerized by how nice he looks, when all he is wearing is a simple white t-shirt tucked into navy blue jeans.

"Come on in." He flashes his dimple smile, but you remain unfazed, which makes him even more nervous. He's used to your eyes glittering or your cheeks flushing when he smiles at you.

You walk through the entryway and head straight for his room to set your stuff down. You rummage in there for a few minutes while Namjoon waits in the kitchen area, unsure of what to do.

Dammit, she's really pissed. I need to fix this somehow. Namjoon panics to himself.

After another minute or two, you come out of his room and start walking towards him.

"[Y/N], I'm really sorry about my tone the other d-"

He's cut off as you snake your arms around his torso, pressing yourself against him into a hug. His nose is immediately filled with your strawberry and vanilla scent that he loves so much.

He's frozen for a moment, completely surprised by your action. It's almost alarming to him how amazing it feels to be wrapped in your arms. He eventually relaxes and hugs you back, resting his cheek against your head. "I'm sorry," he exhales. "I never want to upset you in any way, I didn't mean it the way it came out."

You pull away from the hug and hold each of his hands, your fingers intertwined with his.

"Namjoon," you look up at him. "I'm not asking you to like me. I'm not asking you to date me. I'm not asking for anything romantic from you, so I need you to go ahead and remove that pressure from yourself ."

He stares at you in bewilderment.

"But what I am asking you to do is not lie to me."

Namjoon's brows furrow in confusion. "Lie to you? What are you talking abou-"

"Is it true?" you interrupt. "Am I just a regular employee to you? You've never felt anything different towards me at all?"

His jaw slacks slightly, his mind racing in 17 different directions. You both stand there, neither one breaking eye contact as you wait for Namjoon's response. You watch as his eyes start to soften.

"You're not just a regular employee," he whispers. "I felt something, I still do but-"

"That's all I needed," you smile, letting go of his hands. "We don't have to put any labels on this. We don't have to force anything. I see that you have walls and boundaries and I'm going to respect them."

Namjoon immediately swallows you back into another hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other upright so he can cup the back of your head. "Jesus, [Y/N]," he breathes, "you're incredible."

"I know," you giggle.

You continue the embrace for another couple seconds before pulling back.

"Now that we're good, can we please get some dinner?" you whine. "Yoongi's shitty cousin didn't even let me take a lunch break today."

Namjoon throws his head back in laughter.

"Sure baby, do you like Italian?"

"Carbs are literally my favorite thing in the world," you smirk.

• • • • • • • •

"What're you staring at?" Namjoon asks as you look at him from the bathroom. He's got his glasses on and his dirty blonde hair's messily falling over his forehead as he reads his book. Tonight he's chosen a white muscle shirt and blue pajama pants.

"It's still so weird," you respond, "I still can't believe I sleep next to Kim Namjoon at night." You have one of his black t-shirts on with Chimmy pajama shorts. You've been keeping some clothes here so you don't have to keep taking laundry back and forth but ran out of shirts for tonight.

Chuckling, he pats your side of the bed. "Come on, it's been 7 or 8 times now and you're still shocked?"

"Yeah," you smile as you crawl onto the king size mattress, "I mean I watched you through a screen for years. It's still kinda surreal."

This is week two of the contract. Your nights are pretty routine unless Namjoon has to stay at work late. He gave you the passcode to his apartment for nights you get there before him. On weeknights you head straight to his place from work because stopping by your place during rush hour would take forever.

You've both slowly gotten more comfortable with each other's presence, the skinship is almost natural for you two. Three nights ago Namjoon got home early and you even cuddled while watching a movie together.

"It's Thursday today, so you'll come Saturday and Sunday right?" Namjoon asks as you nestle into his side, your head resting on his shoulder as his arm slips around your back. You're both slightly sitting up as Namjoon still has his book propped up onto his right leg.

"Yeah I have to fulfill my weekend sugar baby duties," you tease as Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Tomorrow I'm going out with Nanami and some of her friends for her birthday."

"Oh that'll be fun baby, where are you guys going?"

Namjoon has been calling you baby lately and it's been making your heart do back flips. You're not even sure if he realizes he says it.

"No clue," you shrug. "Knowing Nanami she'll probably choose something at the last second."

"It'll be nice to go out for a girls night," Namjoon chuckles.

"No," you scrunch your face up. "She's bringing a boy. She's a traitor."

Namjoon laughs and squeezes you closer to him. "Do you not like this boy?"

"Mmmm I don't know how to explain it," you frown. "He's very respectful and kind and always texts her good morning, y'know the normal boyfriend stuff."

"So then why don't you like him?"

You pause, trying to find the right words. "I feel like sometimes he... looks at me weird."

Namjoon sets his book down and adjusts to face you a little more, his free hand finding your waist. "What do you mean weird?"

"He- I don't know... sometimes I catch him giving me elevator eyes?" you finish the sentence as more of a question. "I mean a lot of Korean men do that to me just because I'm a foreigner. Not necessarily because they want to sleep with me, sometimes they're just curious."

"Do you think he's just curious?" He asks you.

You're silent as you ponder his words.

"No," you grimace, "I don't think he is. But I don't want to say anything to Nanami just yet. He hasn't done anything and I could be completely overthinking it."

Namjoon rubs his thumb back and forth over your hip, sending shivers up your spine. He has no idea what these small gestures do to you. "Do you think Nanami will be upset with you?"

"Oh absolutely not," you laugh, trying to ignore his hand and your hormones. "I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about him. She would dump him instantly if I told her he makes me uncomfortable."

"Ah, I see," he chuckles. "I love that you have a friend like her. I hope she's able to meet the right guy soon."

"Me too," you smile.

Namjoon leans back to grab the remote, turning the light off before you both slide down to lie back. As you're moving down, Namjoon rotates your shoulders to face away from him and sneaks his arm around your waist, pressing his chest against your back.

This is not the first, or the second, or even the third time he's done this, yet it still causes your breath to hitch as it sends electricity through your whole body.

He nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, almost to your shoulder. The hot air from his breath burns against your skin, his lips brushing against you every now and then.

What makes it worse, is that lately he's been making sure your ass is pressed against his pelvic area, and you can tell when he is and isn't wearing underwear. Tonight is a no underwear night. You feel his length against your ass and you have to cover your mouth to contain your moan.

Namjoon innocently begins telling you a story about when he and Jin pantsed Yoongi in a locker room from their debut days. This is part of your nightly routine as well, Namjoon telling you stories about his life and slowly falling asleep mid sentence.

Within five minutes he's already snoring. Unfortunately for you, you don't think you'll be getting much sleep tonight.

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I would literally sell my brother on the black market to have Namjoon call me baby