Three

We walked into the dorm and Yoongi and Jimin were still going on about how awesome my car was. I followed Sejin down the hall when he stopped in front of a door.

"This will be your room until your private living quarters are done."

I smiled and take his hand in mine. "Thank you, Sejin-ssi. And thank you for this job, although that's the last thing I expected to get at a Bangtan concert.

He laughed. "Thank you, Layla. I'm more appreciative than you'll ever know." He turned to leave. "I'll see you in the morning at 8 am to go over everything once I've spoken to the hospital."

We said our goodbyes and I walked into the room and closed the door. The room smelled like vanilla and I closed my eyes. Tears threatened to fall and I took a deep breath. "It smells like you."

I let the tears silently fall as I walked over to the queen sized bed and sat down. I put my head in my hands and let all the tears fall like a dam had burst. I stay like that for a moment, before I unpacked my suitcase. I put everything away and came across the photo of the person I was thinking off.

"I miss you so much, Jackson." I cried. I placed his picture on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom to change into something to sleep in.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth and then threw on my clothes. I walked back into the bedroom and am met with seven pairs of eyes.

"Um, hello?" I said and looked at them. They all looked at me with eyes full of sorrow, even Jungkook.

Jin stepped forward and stood in front of me. "I knew you looked familiar." He said with sadness.

"Okay, I'm not following."

Namjoon walks up holding the picture of Jackson. Shit. They know.

I looked down and took a shaky breath. "Okay, so you know me. Big deal."

"Layla." Jin said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't hide your emotions from us. We miss him too."

I nodded my head and walked over to my bed, taking the picture from Namjoon. I sighed. "Did you all come in here to talk about Jackson or what?" I clutched the picture tightly against my chest.

Jackson Wang was my first love. We met as kids in China when my parents had to fly there from our home in New York for a business meeting. We kept in touch and as soon as he took off with Got7, we hardly had time to see each other. Then one day, he showed up at our Condo in Bora Bora and the rest was history.

We got engaged and soon after, He went missing; Presumed dead. Got7 had to go on without him, but I never lost hope. Until six months ago when they officially closed the case and my parents were killed.

"We only seen a picture of you once." Hoseok said. "It was at an award show. You look so different now that we couldn't be for sure, until we came here and seen his picture."

I nodded. "What did you come in here for?"

Namjoon sat on the bed next to me. "To say goodnight and to thank you for today."

I half smiled. "You're welcome."

The boys slowly left the room until it was just Namjoon and I alone.

"Please don't tell Sejin about Jackson. I've had enough people feeling sorry for me."

"I won't."

I leaned my head on his shoulder and sob. The room was filled with my tears and the sounds of my heavy breathing. Namjoon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. For a moment, it felt just like Jackson. I slowly let my heart feel what it's been missing, then my brain caught up with it. I leaned away and wiped my face with my hand.

"I should get some sleep." I muttered.

Namjoon nodded and stood up. I crawled into the middle of the bed and covered myself up to my chin with the blanket. "Goodnight, Layla." He said as he walked to the door.

"Goodnight, Joonie."

He smiled and shut the lights off and then closed the door. I reach out for Jackson's picture and pulled it up to my chest. "Goodnight, Jackson. I love you."

And soon the sleep I much needed came.

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I walked into the kitchen after my morning routine. Hopefully the boys wouldn't bring up Jackson, because the truth was, I cried enough for the last two years. I reached the kitchen and saw Jin at the stove making breakfast.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" I asked as I stood behind him. He jerkrd and turned to me.

"Layla-ssi, you scared me." He laughed.

"Sorry. And stop with that Layla-ssi mess. It's Layla or if you want to act like my parents, Lalalee."

"I'll stick with Layla."

I laughed. "Good choice."

He turned back to the stove and started stirring. "I'm making eggs and breakfast soup."

"Sounds tasty!" I smiled. "Where's the rest of the guys?"

"Down at the studio. Namjoon and I are the only ones here since its our day off. Manager-nim said he spoke with the hospital and will be over with your contract with us when they boys get done."

"Sounds good. Thanks, Jin."

He looked over his shoulder. "Could you wake Joon up? Third door on the left."

"Sure."

I walked down the hall and counted the doors until I get to his. I knocked. No answer.

"Namjoon?" I knocked again. Still no answer.

I opened the door and peeked my head in. "Namjoon?"

I looked over at the bed and my breath catches in my throat. Namjoon was shirtless, sprawled out on his bed with the black sheets pooled at his waist. One arm was behind his head and the other is laid over his face, covering his eyes. I walked over slowly, careful not to step on the mess he has scattered over the floor.

Once I reached his bed, I leaned down and tapped his shoulder. "Joonie. Joonie, wakeup."

Nothing.

I shook his shoulders. "Namjoon, get up."

I go to shake his shoulders once more and before I know it, with a yelp I'm pulled onto him, his arms wrapping around my waist and his nose in my hair. "So soft." He murmured.

"Um, Namjoon?" I cleared my throat. "Wake up."

"Mmm."

He rolled us over to where my face is tucked into his side. I haven't been held like this since Jackson, so I was a mix of emotions. Fear, warmth, love.

"Namjoon. Wake up."

He opened his eyes and stared me. Then they widened. "What are you doing here?"

"I tried to wake you up like Jin said, but some dummy pulled me into his monster cave and wouldn't let me go."

He blushed. "Shit. I'm sorry, Layla."

"It's fine." I looked back up at him and our eyes locked. I don't know how long we looked at eachother, but it felt like an eternity. I closed my eyes and for some reason I can't explain, I leaned into his chest. I could feel his heart beating and his breaths coming out fast. He reminded me of Jackson. My sweet Jackson that I knew deep down in my soul that I would never see again.

I moved even closer to him and hooked my leg over his on top of the sheet. It slid down more and when I opened my eyes, I could see the deep plains of his waist and the defined abs he tried to hide on stage. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on me. I looked up at him and our noses touched.

Namjoon looked at me with hooded eyes and a blush slowly emerging on his cheeks. Our breathing was faster and nothing had even happened yet.

Slowly, Namjoon brushed his lips against mine. He immediately pulled back.

"Shit, Layla, I-"

Fuck it. I threw caution out the window, because right now, I wanted to feel a warm body against me. Right now, I wanted someone to replace Jackson. Right now, I wanted Namjoon.

"Don't. "

I pressed my lips against him once more and got lost. He took over the kiss and led it into something gentle and sweet. Just like the way Jackson kissed me. His hand roamed down to my waist then he gripped my hip bone. I let out a soft moan and deepened the kiss. He pulled me on top of him so that I straddled his waist. He sat up and moved closer to the head board so that his back was resting on it. I put my hands in his hair and pulled. He let out a deep growl as I moved from his mouth to his neck.

I started sucking at the base of his neck, not even caring that I would leave a mark. He let his hands travel under my shirt and let them rest at the base of my bra.

"Go on." I whispered in his ear and then resumed my assault on his neck. His hands pushed my bra up so that my breasts were on full display through the thin white cami I was wearing. He pushed my shirt up and pulled it off; it landed somewhere on the floor and then he latched onto my left breast and his other hand went to massage the right. I moaned out in pleasure and so did he.

"Namjoon?" Knock knock knock.

We broke apart and stared in shock. "Namjoon?" Knock knock knock.

"Jin!" He whispered.

I got up and looked in fear. I can't find my shirt!

"Under the bed!" He mouthed.

Knock knock knock. I crawled under the bed and pushed myself up against the wall so Jin wouldn't see me.

"Just a minute!" Namjoon yelled. He cleared his throat and walked to the door. I could see it open from where I was positioned.

"Where's Layla?" Jin asked. He walked into the room, his feet getting awfully close to the bed.

"How should I know?" He nervously said. Get it together Namjoon!

"I told her to wake you up."

"She did!" He yelled.

"Mmmhmm." Jin hummed. "So where is she?"

"Bathroom."

"Just came from there."

"K-kitchen?" He stuttered. Facepalm, Namjoon. You suck at lying.

"I was just there."

"Oh." Namjoon sighed. "Well, she's not here."

"Okay." Jin said. I could see him tap his foot.

"Is that all, Jin?"

"Yeah. I guess." I could detect a hint of mischief in his voice. What was he going to do?

I closed my eyes and heard a thud. I slowly opened them and was met with a pair of eyes.

Eyes that were not Namjoons.

"Hello, Layla." He smiled.

"Jin." smiled back.

"Whatcha doing?" He winked.

I sighed. "Trying to find my room and somehow I got lost." I laughed and crawl out from under the bed, going to stand by an embarrassed Namjoon. Jin gets up from the floor and looked between me and Namjoon then down to Namjoon's crotch.

He laughed. "You've got a boner."

Don't look down. Don't look down. Shit I looked down and Namjoon places his hand in front of himself. I gulped.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go." I turned and take off towards the door to only be stopped when Jin calls my name. I turned slowly and crossed my arms. "Yes?"

"Your shirt. Oh, and Happy Birthday." He walks over to hand it to me and I grab it. I laughed. "How in the hell did that come off?" I laughed again. "Clumsy, Layla. Okay, gotta go!" I ran out the door and down to the hall and come into contact with the people I was hoping I wouldn't see.

Min Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok.

Park Jimin.

Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jungkook.

They stared and Jungkook blushed.

I blushed and stared back. Then I squared my shoulders. I was older than them so I didn't have to explain a fucking thing. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at them. "Boys."

"Layla-ssi." They said in unision. I take my shirt and fling over my shoulders, so that I'm holding onto it with one hand. Not caring if I almost had sex hair and was standing in nothing but my jeans and bra.

"Back so soon?"

They nod.

"I thought you wouldn't be home until this evening."

Yoongi spoke up. "We got permission from Manager-nim to leave and eat breakfast and to also hand you these."

I take the manilla envelope from his grasp and flipped it open with one hand. "Thank you. I'll sign this and I'll accompany you to BigHit when I take a shower."

They were silent.

I rolled my eyes. "Is that okay?" I half yelled.

"Yes, Layla-ssi." They said again.

"Good. Excuse me." I try to walk past them when Hoseok speaks up. "Layla-ssi, your pants are unbuttoned." I looked down and cough.

"Thank you, Hobi."

I walk to the end of the hall to my room and look back at them. They were all standing backs to me staring at something down the hall. I leaned my head back and seen what had captured their attention.

It was Namjoon.

Covered in hickies.

With a huge erection.

I ran into my room and slammed the door.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be fired.

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Namjoon POV

"Uh, Yoongi-hyung."

He coughed. "Namjoon."

Jungkook walks up to me and stared at my neck. He blushed and steps back. "What happened to you, hyung?"

Jin walked up and placed his arm around me smiling. "Old Joon here was sowing some wild oats, boys. I caught Layla under his bed."

Facepalm. I hate them all. Especially Jin. "Okay, hyung. Drop it." I walked back into my room and slammed the door. What was I thinking? How could I do that with her? Not that I don't think she's beautiful and sweet, because I do.

I just couldn't do that to Jackson. It wasn't right. And Layla, she was probably using me anyway.

I lowered my head and groaned.

Man, I can't let this happen again.