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
Viewer discretion is advised. Sleep With Me may contain and/or mention: violence, assault, depression, suicide, substance abu...
The three of you are frozen, just looking at each other for a good four seconds before reacting.
"Sorry," you stiffen, gripping your purse. "Carry on."
You shut the door closed behind you. You're about to walk away when you hear the door swing back open and feel a tug on your collar, dragging you back into the room.
"Whoa what the—"
"You can't tell anyone," Yoongi cuts you off, slamming the door behind you. He doesn't seem angry, but his tone is serious and his eyebrows are furrowed. You instinctively glance down and immediately your eyes dart up to the ceiling.
He's still naked.
That might be the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life.
Namjoon is plenty big, but that thing attached to Yoongi's pelvis is unreal and should be illegal. That is a weapon.
"Yoongi," the woman snaps. "Put some clothes on for Christ's sake. You're scaring her."
He slowly looks down at his lower half. "Oh," is all he says before shuffling to put his jeans back on. You're still staring at the ceiling as the two clothe themselves.
"I didn't mean to cock block," you say nervously, eyes glued to the sprinkler above you. "You can continue. I saw nothing."
"You definitely would've told Namjoon," Yoongi says flatly. "Also we're dressed, you can look now."
Your eyes slowly make their way down to the two in front of you. The woman is now leaning on the desk while Yoongi stands a few feet away by the couch, a glass of whiskey somehow in his hand already. All he did was throw on a fuzzy sweater and he looks so damn beautiful it's almost annoying. His black, wavy hair is a little longer now than when you saw him last.
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"Dear god," you exhale, putting your hand over your chest. "Haven't y'all heard of locking the door?"
"Usually people aren't brave enough to bust into my studio without knocking," he says, rolling his eyes.
"Wait what? Your stu—"
Your eyes widen as you glance around the room, quickly realizing where you are. It's a room you've seen in vlives a hundred times. "Oh," you breathe out.
"Aren't you supposed to be at orientation?" Yoongi asks, crossing his arms.
"I was told to go to the eighth floor and through the last door on the right."
"This is the seventh floor," the girl giggles.
"Jesus," you groan into your hands, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
"It happened so there's no point in dwelling on it," Yoongi shrugs. "But I need you to keep this a secret."
You glance at the girl next to him. She looks maybe a few years older than Yoongi but not by much. She's got beautiful, sleek brown hair that goes just past her shoulders, and she's probably somewhere around 5'5". Her face is kind of average but there's something very alluring about her. It may just be the way she carries herself.
