Can I Come Over? | PJM X Reader ??

Namjoon's 1st Person POV

"Babe, I'm home!" I yell as I enter the penthouse I share with Tessa.

I take my shoes off, hang up my jacket on the coat rack and place the keys in the spot designated for them, so I don't frantically look for them the next time I need to leave our home. It was Tessa's idea to get me into the habit of putting my keys in the same spot because I would drive her nuts back in the day when I'd tear up our old place searching for them. To say that Tessa influences me in the best ways- small and grand- is an understatement.

I notice the house is dimly lit, and as I get more into the living room, I see that the coffee table has been pushed aside. I do see a plethora of items set on the table. In the center, a chair appears with a floor lamp shining right on it. It looks like an interrogation room and I have a feeling I know where this is going.

All of a sudden, I hear clacking of heels, and emerging from the hallway is my wife dressed up like a retro agent. Specifically, she's dressed up as Agent Carter from the Marvel comics. She knows I love the show and I have voiced this fantasy in the past.

And, fuck, does Tessa look good in her outfit.

"Well, hello, Mr, Kim. It's come to my attention that you have been hiding a surprise and I'm here today to find out exactly what it is." My wife speaks seductively as she walks around the chair and lamp in a sultry way, all the while making eye contact with me.

"I don't know what surprise you speak of," I feign ignorance and gulp.

She slams her hand on the side of our wooden entertainment system.

"I don't believe you, Mr. Kim," she says aggressively.

This is unlike her because she's usually never this aggressive, but I know it's part of the act and it's working on me.

She seductively walks towards me and stops super close. She leans in and whispers in my ear, "I'm going to need you to sit on the chair, Mister."

I gulp yet again and comply by settling myself on the chair, the bright light shining on me.

"Now, Mr. Kim. I will ask you a series of questions. If you answer honestly, we will move onto the next question. But, for every question you refuse to answer, say 'no' to, or hesitate on, you will be tortured, do you understand?" My wife goes over the rules and in a way, she asks for my consent.

"Yes, Ma'am," I answer her, as I watch her pace back and forth, slowly in front of me.

"Good. And, when it gets to be too much, we will use our safe word. And, what is the safe word, Mr. Kim?" Tessa checks with me.

"It's 'Purple,'" I mutter out.

"Then, we are good to start. Now, Mr. Kim, your wife- that would be me- and you are going on a trip in a month to celebrate one year being married, is that correct?" Agent Tessa starts her interrogation.

Tessa and I have been married for almost a year now. We met about two years ago through Jin and Luci. Actually, we met at their wedding reception. I didn't think meeting one of Luci's friends at such a cliché location would lead to this, but here I am, happily married with the love of my life.