Daddy's Home (KNJ au)

Ch. 7

"Hey Harlow, it's Namjoon. Give me a call if you get this message, we gotta talk about something."

I yawn as I nod to myself. Namjoon called while I was napping, so I missed the call. He texted me too.

Namjoon:
Hey, don't worry about coming over in a few days. Ji is taking time off work so you won't be needed. Will call you when we next need you.

I frown as I read the message. Something isn't right with this. I call Namjoon back, but get no answer. I don't leave a message, but I send a text back.

Me:
Oh, okay. If anything changes let me know. Hug the kids for me.

I look around, confused. This came out of nowhere and it's weird. But it's Namjoon. I trust him, so I'll let it go.

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His lips trail down my neck, shivers taking over my body. What the hell is happening? What are we doing?

"Wait, Namjoon." I breathe out, barely above a whisper. "W-we can't. I want to, but no. We can't do this. What about Jiwon?"

"What about her? We're separated and filing." He continues his kisses and I try pushing him away, failing miserably because I genuinely don't want him to stop. I want this so bad.

I finally shake my head, gaining the composure to add some separation between us. "No. This isn't right! This is just wrong. Jiwon is your wife and I watch your kids-"

He just chuckles. "It's fine. Jiwon isn't in the picture anymore. Romantically, that is. We've just fallen out of love with each other."

"I'm sorry." I look down at my feet, Namjoon placing two fingers under my chin to lift my head up.

"I'm not." He says in almost a growl, and I almost lose it. "It was coming. We both felt it, but didn't want to admit it. We finally came to terms and are deciding to end it. Honestly, this is what works best for us and we have an understanding."

"You really don't want to work things out with her?"

"No." He deadpans.

I'm truly lost for words. I had no idea that they had such a tumultuous relationship. I truly hope this isn't because of me. Because of me falling for Namjoon. Because of Namjoon falling for me. This isn't right. Nothing about this is. But why does everything that's so wrong always feel so right?

"Let me love your body." Namjoon continues, closing the gap in between us as his lips lightly ghost over mine. "Every single inch of your sexy, chocolate skin. Let me have you, Harlow. Let me be the dilf you were talking about in your sleep."

My alarm goes off and I throw my phone onto the floor. Ever since Namjoon texted me that they don't need me for a while, I've been having rather explicit dreams about him. I can admit that I do have a crush on him, but I would never act on them. I just wish my dreams would get the fucking memo.

It's been 3 weeks now and I haven't been to the Kim's home. It feels so weird not seeing the kids for that long. It seems as if I've been fired, but not really. This whole situation just feels odd. I miss the kids, and I miss Namjoon.

And then it dawns on me: fucking Jiwon. She has something to do with this shit. I hop off my couch and slide my flip flops on, grabbing my purse and keys from the table. I'm in my car in no time, headed to Namjoon's cooperation. I find a park then make my way inside.