What would you do if Kim Namjoon asked you to sleep with him? AND you got paid to do it?
• Fluff
• Angst
• Slow burn
• Smut
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"I'm Jackson Wang, it's nice to meet you," he grins, setting your hand back down. "Can I get your name?"
Jackson looks dashing in a blue and white striped jacket-tee, which is fully tucked into his white slacks. His sleeves are rolled up to his mid forearms, and the top three buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing his collar bones and the top of his chest. His brown hair is styled back with a few bangs hanging above his left brow. Your heart almost jumps up to your throat as he leans in closer to hear you. He smells incredible.
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"Oh- um, I..." you stutter. "I'm [Y/N]."
"That's a beautiful name," he says, still speaking in English. "Are you two here alone?"
"What did he say?" Nanami asks.
"Ah, he's asking if we're here alone," you respond in Korean.
"Yes, we are," Nanami responds sternly. She seems to be irritated with Namjoon for ignoring you, even though you'd already told her what these parties are like.
"Oh!" he beams, clapping his hands together. "You speak Korean? I'm sorry, I just assumed..."
"It's okay," you giggle, "I'm used to it; I'm not offended. We can use whichever language you prefer."
You see Joohoney slide Nanami out from the booth, walking her to the dance floor. He looks incredible as well, his brown hair loosely tousled over his forehead, his wardrobe a simple monochromatic red dress shirt and slacks that compliment his body really well.
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Jackson leans up to your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. "I'd like to use English with you, it'll be like we're having our own secret conversations that only you and I understand." He pulls back with a small smirk, biting into his lower lip.
I knew this man was a flirt, but damn. He sure is good at it.
He extends his hand towards you. "Would you care to join me on the dance floor?"
You glance over towards Namjoon's corner and see he's still not looking your way. He's smiling and chatting with the crowd, Miss Grabby Hands giving him a playful slap against his chest.
