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Chapter 28: Devil's Contract

⚠️sexual scenes up ahead (do I really even need to put this up anymore?😂)

February 20, 2019
1:40 pm

"Right this way Miss (L/N)."

(Y/N) scanned the crowd in the building, seeing no sigh of Jungkook before following the woman from the front desk. She started moving amongst the workers, her eyes darting more wildly with each passing second. (Y/N) furrows her eyebrows as she caught a glimpse of a certain coconut head.

The woman motions (Y/N) to enter the elevator, but (Y/N) was too distracted.

Ding.

'You're not going to leave me again when I've already seen you.'

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There, Namjoon sits back on top of his chair, legs crossed as his fingers intertwined with each other, eyes filled with anticipation. His business suit, a well fitted clothing that fit his tall figure, is as crisp as a new banknote and dyed to a uniform shade of bleak grey. Below his white collar line, his first three buttons were undone, necktie loose and barely hanging, and sleeves rolled up to his forearm.

Namjoon heaves a long and tired sigh, the bags under his eyes were prominently dark— the sleeping pills scattered all over his desk made it clear to (Y/N) that he had spent countless of nights sleepless. As (Y/N) walks in, the woman closed the door loudly, making the female jolt up from surprise.

"I didn't expect you to visit your loyal customer after innumerable days without texts or calls or even a small note that could be passed to me from the other hostesses," he said lowly, voice hauling in a husky drawl. "Well I did ask them, but none would open their traps."

"I... I was busy dealing with my own problems," (Y/N) answers.

Namjoon brings his clenched fists to his mouth, gulping the ball of salive down his dry throat. He watches (Y/N) take a step in slow motion, footfalls not changing one iota as she saunter towards his desk. Namjoon leans back his chair, his eyes trailing from her neck then to her slightly expose chest. The way her breasts bobs with every step made Namjoon itch on his sit, finger nails digging the soft leather chair.

"(Y/N)..." he breathes loudly, body pulsing with needs. Unlike (Y/N) who was calm and collective, Namjoon is shifting, moving, thoughts bouncing from one place to the other.

He had gone through days without her touch.

The last time they parted was the time his lips touched hers, her hands dangling around his neck while their bodies were compressed together, fitting like the two missing pieces of jigsaw puzzle.

And now she's here.

Alone with him.

Where no one can could hear them, stop them. He could do whatever he wants with her. He wants to hear her scream his name, her walls clenching around his cock as she begs for more, more than she could take.

'Fuckfuckfuckfuck,' he cries as (Y/N) stands tall in front him.

"I needed to talk with you about a consequential event that happened a few years back..." she began. "This is not about you and me, Namjoon. It's about a human's life that you might've taken away and I'm here... here to find the truth and I'm not leaving until you tell me."