"it must be hard" dad says as he shakes his head "not everyone can write music" i chuckle. he nods, but it was as if he had more to say "but at that age? you shouldn't be stressed like that" i agreed with him, reason why I broke up with him was because of all the stress i was afraid our relationship would cause. looking at his watch he gets up and grabs his coat "well i have to head out, try not to stress him out" he chuckles as you pouted. 
taking out your phone you dial jimin's number, right away when he answers you complain to him how namjoon's only been working and just completely in a bad mood. 
"he's currently on the phone with yoongi and hoseok...they're writing a song" jimin sighs "if i had gotten time off all i'd do is sleep" you roll your eyes "lies, you would've been dancing all night long with the worst anxiety" you tell him earning a guilty smile from him. 
talking for a little longer you end up hanging up, after coming up with the plan to go and interrupt their conversation. while jimin on the other side will get taehyung to barge in on yoongi and hoseok. 
walking up the stairs you hear the same song from yesterday, and you felt privileged to hear their music without it even being released. without knocking you enter once you hear yoongi call taehyung's name who barged into the room. namjoon turns to look at you, already annoyed. walking up to the table, you push his chair away as you take over his computer "bye guys, it's his last day here and he's going to actually rest and not work" with one click you cut the call before yoongi could curse at you. 
"what the fuck, i told you i started a new project" he scoffs, brushing his hair back. you look at him, eyes drawn to his broad shoulders. his shirt tight on his arms showing off how muscular they are. 
"come on, you should take a break, you're frustrated and how do you expect to make music that way"  he groans leaning his head back on the chair "what ever, just get out" 
"don't you remember" 
"remember what" he sighs, not caring to look at you as you talked. now it was you who was angry, he keeps making you feel as if you didn't matter to him, yes it was you who broke off the relationship but this wasn't fair, when is he gonna understand why you did it. 
getting on your knees you place your hands on his thighs "you said not to enter unless i wanted something" he was shocked, looking down at you as you kneeled in front of him just the sight of it he was already getting hard. 
reaching up for to his nape, you pull him down crashing your lips on his giving him no time to react. not letting you win he takes control over the kiss the moment his hands are tangled in your hair, as he tugs your head back to deepen the kiss. you waste no time, as you press on his harden length underneath his shorts making him groan. pulling away from the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours "y/n, where's your dad" he says out of breath 
"he left" you respond, not giving his member any relief as you tease him. "fuck, you haven't changed, you're still a chicken" he chuckles "shut up and lift your hips" you tell him as you smack his hand away 
without arguing he does as you say, pulling down his boxers revealing his long, thick veiny cock full of precum you look up at him, his eyes filled with lust "all the way baby girl" without arguing you obey, opening your mouth he slips himself inside my mouth his lower lip tucked between his teeth as the moan leaves his chest as your lips wrap around him. 
you began to work on him as his head fell back "fuckk..that little mouth of yours" he grunts, not holding back as he bucks his hips forward forcing me to take more of him "you always have taken me well" the compliments you make you feel wet down there, you wanted him. 
opening your mouth wider, he thrusts deeper until he feels his tip hit the back of my throat. swirling your tongue around his harden length. doing everything you could to hear him moan your name. his head leaned back, sweat running down his neck the view was perfect. he could feel that he was close, not wanting to finish he holds onto your hair as he himself out of you "shit...each time you give me head, you get better and better" he chuckles. lifting you up he sits you on his lap, one leg on each side.