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The Deadliest (Part One - Chapter Five)

Watching the city of Seoul pass by in a blur, Lacey quietly rode in the back of the sleek black limo, observing the atmosphere outside the window. The CEO personally provided Lacey with the transportation, stating that she “must look as high-end as possible in the eyes of this idol in order to get a good interview out of Rap Monster.”

Lacey felt ridiculous riding around in the luxury vehicle being no more than a journalist.

She had declined the coffee offered to her by the driver, feeling too jittery to even think about consuming any caffeine. Instead, she opted for texting her friends, who were currently lounging in her apartment.

Monday 8:10 a.m.

Lacey 8:10 a.m. I’m on my way to the interview now… feel like I’m about to hurl.

Linzy 8:11 a.m. AH! Don’t do that! You’ll do great dude! I promise! Madi and I support you 100% no matter if this goes good or bad, so don’t worry about a thing

Madi 8:11 a.m. ye man!!! dont worry one bit youre gonna do so great youre gonna be so happy cause this is totally your journaling break!!!

Linzy 8:12 a.m. TOTALLY MAN! also… I just wanna point out that Madi and I made you look 10/10 so dat boi gon be askin fo yo digits just sayin

Lacey 8:15 a.m. Awe guys, you’re the best :) but Linzy omg no that isn’t gonna happen so don’t even put the idea of that in my head. I’m already dying as is. Don’t need more stress DX

Madi 8:16 a.m. lmao why would you be stressed about a hot idol askin for yo num??

Lacey 8:17 a.m. Idk man! I’m just freakin out. Ughhhhh

Lacey 8:17 a.m. Guys… I just got to BigHit… wish me luck. Tell my cat I love him. I’ll probs die

Madi 8:19 a.m. youre so dramatic omg XD but good luck bruh. you’ll do great. call us as soon as you get done!

Linzy 8:20 a.m. Yea! You’re gonna do fine!!! But I’ll tell fat bob that you love him dearly hahaha

Swallowing hard, Lacey’s mouth was dry and her feet were beginning to sweat in her shoes. Her legs felt weak, and she scrambled to get her phone into her bag again. Running her fingers through her hair, she fluffed it and closed her eyes, breathing in.

‘You can do this. You were specifically assigned out of every other journalist at Lorem to do this job. That’s all this is. It’s just a job. Just be your quirky self and forget that it’s Namjoon. Forget it’s Namjoon. Just forget. Forget.’

Climbing out of the back of the vehicle, Lacey was thankful for the lack of wind. One leg sturdy on concrete, hauling huge tote with interview-things, she slipped the other out behind her, shutting the door carefully after she was completely out. She was met by a squat little man, smiling warmly at the entrance to BigHit Entertainment HQ.

“Hello, Miss Cobb! You’re right on time!” The man waved for her to come closer.

“I try to be as punctual as possible,” she laughed, giggly with nerves.

Leading her into the building, the man went on to introduce himself as whom she spoke with on the phone—BTS’ manager, Jigaemae. Nodding to the man as he gave a mini-tour on the way to their destination, Lacey really couldn’t pay much attention.

“Right in here,” Jigaemae opened a door on the second floor.

The room was painted white, two chairs in the center of the carpeted room for the interview. A small table was placed beside one chair for Lacey to write on, the room set up completely for her convenience.

Walking to the seat on the other side of the room, Lacey turned around to the manager and bowed deeply, thanking him very much for showing her the way.

“It’s no problem at all,” he smiled. “I’ll bring Namjoon down now that you’re here.”

Shutting the frosted-glass door, Lacey watched his blurred silhouette walk away.

Breathing deeply, she opened her black tote and took out a trapper keeper with notepad and questions ready. Digging for a pen, she found her favorite—red—and clicked it.

A minute passed turning to two, only adding to Lacey’s anxieties. She began to read over her questions again to ready herself, putting the tip of the pen in between her teeth as she concentrated.

The ‘click’ of the door opening broke her gaze from the cards.

Tall and blonde, Kim Namjoon slid around the door, turning around to quietly close it.

Drinking him in, Lacey looked the man up and down, and back up again as he faced her and made his way toward his chair in the center of the room.

Pen still in mouth, Lacey’s eyes never left his face, memorizing every feature that she possibly could. Only did she snap out of her daze when he stopped two feet in front of her.

“Oh, hi!” Lacey slid the pen out of her mouth and placed it on the table beside her. Standing up, she pulled down the back of her skirt and smiled.

“I apologize, I zoned out for a moment. Was just going through questions,” Lacey extended her hand and smiled widely, internally punching herself in the face for mentioning her nervous habit of over-preparedness.

Absorbing her appearance, the idol smugly shook Lacey’s hand and chuckled.

Taking a seat, she gestured for him to join her.

The two held eye contact for a moment too long, causing Lacey to bite her lip and blush, looking down at her notepad again.

Clearing her throat, she crossed her legs and looked up at him.

“Before we start the interview, I thought we could talk and become a bit more comfortable with each other so the questions come a little easier for you. Is that alright?” Lacey cocked her head as she tried to hide a smile.

“I think,” Namjoon spoke, his voice layered with a rasp, “I would be more than happy to become a little more comfortable with you before this interview,” he smirked leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees, hands clasped together.

Swallowing, Lacey’s smile faltered a bit, her mind racing to comprehend the double entendre.

“Quit overthinking. He’s just being nice.”

“Uhm, r-right,” she stuttered, only causing Namjoon to smirk more. “Well, what can I call you in the interview?”

“You can call me anything you want, babygirl,” he replied with a wink.

Sitting up straight, Lacey uncrossed and crossed her legs again, hot under Namjoon’s gaze.

“W-well, how does ‘Namjoon’ work? Is that too informal?” she tried playing it smooth, mind the few stutters here and there.

Sitting back in his chair, he crossed his arms and made himself comfortable, resting his foot on his other leg and licking his bottom lip. “Babe, be as informal as you want with me. Please.”

Lacey’s jaw clenched as she fought back a wave of anger. “Okay, I understand that you get interviewed quite a lot. I really do. But I’d really appreciate it if you’d take me seriously.”

“Baby, I’m taking you more seriously than you know…” his gaze traveled from her eyes to her mouth, to her chest to her legs.

“Mr. Kim, you are being extremely inappropriate right n—“

“You’re the one breathing like you just ran a mile,” Namjoon leaned forward. “Your pupils are blown, you keep crossing and uncrossing your legs, which mind you, we both know what that means. If anyone here is being inappropriate, I believe it’s you, Miss Cobb.”

Standing up, Lacey snatched her things and stomped over to the door.

“Just because I’m a woman does not mean I will sit here and take that crap. You don’t know a thing about me, so don’t pretend that you do. Thank you for your time, and I’ll see myself out.” She opened the door and slammed it behind her, already making her way down the stairs to the main level before Namjoon had an opportunity to respond.

Biting his lip, Namjoon chuckled at the journalist’s reaction. Eyes catching red on the table, he saw that she had left her pen.

Picking it up, he examined it further and spotted a deep shade of wine smudged on the end. Remembering Lacey sticking the pen between her lips when he first walked in, he smiled. Slowly, he sat back in his chair again and stuck the pen between his own.

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