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In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 19 (M)

Chapter 19: "Cosas que yo no busqué"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M (sexual scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

Trigger warning: mention of sexual assault (nothing graphic) Warning/spoiler: explicit sex, bathroom sex, cream pie, fluff

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-Early November-

“How did you get stuck having to gather everything up?” I asked, picking up a couple of bottles from the floor.

Namjoon and I were the only ones in the practice room. I had walked in just as the other guys left, laughing and giggling as they looked back at Namjoon as he cleaned up the room.

“Penalty,” Namjoon said simply as he picked up a chair. He tried prompting it against the wall, but it slid quickly onto the floor, making a loud noise. “Shit,” he mumbled as he scrambled to pick it up but ended up knocking over the other chairs. A sigh was let out.

“Only you?” I continued to gather things off the floor, trying not to laugh at Namjoon’s clumsiness.

“Taehyung also lost.”

“Why did he leave then?”

Namjoon shrugged. “Somehow I ended up being the only one having to carry the penalty.”

I let out a laugh, taking a good guess as to how Taehyung got out of a punishment. “You guys would let that boy lead you off a cliff. He has you all wrapped around his finger.”

“And you included,” Namjoon said with a playful smile. “Did you forget the reason why you’re presenting at the Awards is that he convinced you?”

Deciding not to respond, I helped Namjoon organize the chairs. The faster everything got cleaned, the faster we could get out of there.

But then he openly laughed at me.

I punched him lightly. “Do you want to pick food first or get it delivered?”

He smoothed his arm where I had hit him, pretending it hurt. “Delivery.”

I took my phone out to look through the menu as we headed out of the practice room.

“And just making sure, you’re completely free now, right?” he asked.

“Yes. Everything in my apartment is packed,” I said.

I was set to leave for Los Angeles in a few days. I was going to be gone for close to three months and during that time my apartment was set for some necessary renovations. Thankfully, my rental came fully furbished so I didn’t have much personal property. My personal property would be in storage while I was gone, meaning there were many boxes in my apartment. My home was slowly turning into a maze, making things more stressful. Namjoon had picked up on my stress, noticing my anxiety traits, I'm sure, and insisted I stay the night at his place to help take my mind off the chaos.

“So you’re all mine tonight?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up.

I gave him a nod.

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the side of my forehead.

As we got closer to the elevator, my phone rang. My manager’s name came on display. If it was anyone else, I would have sent the call to voicemail. I turned to Namjoon, giving him an apologetic look. “It’s Ky.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, holding the elevator door open for me. “I’ll get our things from the studio and meet you downstairs.”

I stepped into the elevator. As Namjoon pressed his studio’s floor button and the parking lot button, I answered the call. “Hey, Ky.”

“Hey, am I catching you at a bad time?” came a voice from the other end.

“No, I got a bit of free time. What’s up?”

“I got some good news.”

“I’m all ears.”

The elevator door opened; we arrived at Namjoon’s floor. He gave me a wink as he walked out, creating butterflies in my stomach.

“We’re making progress with the labels. They’re asking for meetings with you. I told them you have a small window later this month and we could squeeze them in.” He sounded excited. For three years he’d been pushing me to sign so I could release more music. Now that I had given in, he was like a kid in a candy store.

The elevator doors opened and I made my way over to the company vehicle. The driver and I greeted each other after he opened the door for me.

“How many have you been in talks with?” I asked curiously after I whispered to the driver that Namjoon would be down in a bit.

“Many.” Even through the phone, I could see Ky’s wide smile. He was proud. “I’m getting baskets sent to my office. I got floor seats to the Clippers, man.”

“You have seasonal tickets already,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but these are free floor seats.”

I rolled my eyes. Ky lived a very comfortable life but he was still incredibly frugal. “Can we go back to me, please?”

Ky began to go over my availability for the month to meet with the label representatives. He confirmed my list of necessities for my contract and salary.

Just as we were wrapping up, I asked a question I realized I still hadn't. “Ky, what labels are you wanting me to meet with?”

“I’m still going over them. I’ll let you later which ones I think are the best ones.” He was lying. Not only because of the statement he had said earlier to me, but because I had known him for too long to know when he was lying to me or dodging something.

“Kyungsoo,” I said with a tone that told him to come clean with me.

He let out a sigh and listed the labels. The first two were impressive, considering they were major labels. The third label was more independent but reputable. All three were promising. But the last one was the one that I took issue with: it was my old label. “Ky, I said I didn’t want to go back to them.”

Ky’s voice became more gentle, trying to do damage control. “I know, I know. And I’m not even considering them—”

“Then why have a meeting with them?” My hands shake at the thought of being in a meeting with the representative I was sure my old label would send.

“It’s common courtesy, Mayita.” He was using my family nickname to soothe me. “They were with you for years and we had a great relationship with them. They treated you incredibly well.”

“Because I made them, Ky. I was their most successful artist. Before me, they were nothing.” I didn’t mean to sound like a snob; it was a knee-jerk reaction.

Ky didn’t respond. He was letting me go through my emotions—whatever they were. He knew I had an issue with going back to that old label but didn’t know the reason why. No one other than Tia Jia knew. And if I was being honest, I didn’t see myself telling anyone else the truth. Especially Ky.

I let the anger and resentment sit with me for a moment. I marinated in it and allowed myself the right to feel bitter and angry at a company I was positive knew the truth about the fucker who had assaulted me. I had promised myself long ago that I would never walk into that building again. And that I was done with every person in that company. When I felt my anger settle down, I took a breath. “Sorry. I sounded like a snob saying that.”

“I know you didn’t mean it,” he assured me. “And you know I am always here for when or if you ever want to talk. I’m not sure what happened, but I’m hoping that you’re at least open to letting them present for you. You could even call the shots on who is in that meeting.”

I couldn’t do that. If I told Ky who I did or did not want in that meeting, he would know who I had an issue with. And then he would start prying. Eventually, I was sure he would find the truth with the smallest bit of information. I knew Ky. It would not be a good thing if he found out. Right now he didn’t have a single piece of the puzzle and I wanted to keep it that way.

“How about at least writing them a formal letter? Or even better, calling them?”

My issues were with the higher-ups in the label. It was logical for me to believe that the top executives didn’t at least have an inkling about the fucker who assaulted me. There was no way I was his only victim. I didn’t know who to trust, so it was safer to meet with no one. Even if it made me look like a bitch.

“No, Ky,” I said with finality. “I’m done with them. I said this already. Please respect that.”

Another sigh. “Ok. I’ll back off.”

“Thank you.” I felt a little calmer because he sounded genuine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I checked the time and noticed I had been talking to Ky for quite a while, meaning Namjoon had also been held up. Turning towards the movement, I saw the sweetest and sexiest face making its way to me. Instantly, what little irritation I had drifted away.

“Sorry,” Namjoon called out as he jogged towards me.

“Ky, I’ll call you later,” I said as my eyes stayed on Namjoon so I could continue to feel settled.

“Tell RM I said hi,” Ky said on the other end.

“I will.”

“Before you hang up, though, when are you going to officially tell me the two of you are dating?” There was a smile when he said this.

Instead of feeling worried about Ky finding out, I felt confused. “Who told you?” Had word started to spread about Namjoon and me?

“You just did.” He let out a booming laugh. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly.

He had set a trap for me, and I fell for it. But rather than feeling irritated at myself for falling for something so dumb, I felt relieved that nothing had leaked.

“Does my mom know?" Ky asked. "She does, doesn't she? I can’t believe she kept this from me. How long have you guys been a thing? Do Seb and Vic know?” he asked, referring to my brothers.

“Bye, Ky.” I hung up in the middle of him saying something else.

Upon seeing Namjoon, the company driver made his way around the car to close the door once Namjoon was inside the vehicle.

“What took you so long?” I asked, putting away my phone.

“Hobi wanted me to hear a track he’s working on.” Namjoon settled in the seat next to me.

“How does it sound?” I asked, feeling a little jealous that I hadn't gotten to listen to Hobi's music.

As the guys got ready for the concerts in LA, the tracks for their upcoming album were still being decided by Sihyuk. The plan was for the guys to start recording the selected songs once their time off concluded in January. Hoseok was taking advantage of the “free” time to plan for his mixtape. He was mostly quiet about his music, though, not having shared anything with me. I was feeling pouty at learning Namjoon had gotten a chance to hear something while I still hadn’t. I might have to sneak my way into his studio.

“Different,” Namjoon answered me, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Not what I was expecting.”

The vehicle began to move out of the lot.

“For real?” Curiosity started to brush aside jealousy.

Namjoon nodded, a proud smile across his face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“He’s got a whole map of how the mixtape is going to be. He has a whole song almost done and two others he’s working on. A whole notebook full of lyrics and ideas. Meanwhile, I’ve been wanting to release my own music for so long and all I can do is stare at my notes and have no clue what I want to release.” He shook his head in self-disappointment. “I need to buckle down and get it done.”

I fought the urge to reach over to him and physically soothe him but we weren’t alone. I would have to settle for using my words and tone. “Namjoon, the two of you work differently. While Hobi is very hard-working and anal, he sees a vision and goes with it. You, on the other hand, over-analyze. You write a little, go back and edit, write more, edit, research, write, re-edit, call sources to verify your edits, make notes, ask opinions, write again, edit.” I wasn’t exaggerating in my analysis of him but my tone was soft and playful.

It worked because Namjoon’s dimples were all on full display with a slight blush on them.

“It works for you. Your gift of language is on another level. One that most songwriters kill to have. And while your style of writing and releasing music has worked for you, you forget there was another element that made you release so many songs in such a short amount of time—and that was because you had to. You had deadlines before. This time, you really don’t.”

“That’s why I think I need to buckle down,” he interceded. “I was able to do it before. There’s no reason I can’t now.”

“And where did that get you?” I asked, my tone now serious. The softness and teasing had left. I needed him to see the importance of where I was getting at. “It damaged your mental health, got in the way of your happiness, prevented you from having a life outside your career, and made you question your worth outside this industry. You have close to two-hundred songs credited under your name and you're not even thirty yet! It's no wonder you feel drained and exhausted and are struggling with lyrics—you've been squeezed dry.”

He stayed quiet, his eyes staring out as he deeply considered my words.

A part of me felt I might have pushed too much. Namjoon was such a hard worker who loved his craft, but there were times when he needed to put up boundaries and put his health first. He needed to hear this. “I believe stress and pressure are a good thing—they can push us to greatness. However, too many of them can push us off a cliff—either figuratively or literally. And as your friend, I recommend you try not to put so much pressure on yourself. It makes the people who care about you worry.” I did my best in choosing my words, keeping in mind we had an audience.

He turned to me, a longing in his eyes. “I don’t want to put worry on anyone.”

I wished we could get to his house already and be alone. I craved to touch him. “Then, please—I beg of you, try not to over-worry. And try not to over-work yourself. Try to go a few days without working during this time off.”

He let out a sigh. “It’s not as if I do it because I want to. I write so much because I feel I need to,” he admitted.

“Why?” I asked, curiously.

He shrugged. “Maybe I’ve been conditioned to feel this way? By me? Sihyuk? I have expectations as the writer of Bangtan. But then again,” he paused to think, needing to organize his emotions and thoughts properly. “I do lovewriting. It brings me joy. Peace. But I do recognize that maybe the way I’m doing it and the amount I’m doing it for is unhealthy.”

I nodded, agreeing with him.

He continued. “I see you journal a lot. I’ve been trying it myself but can’t seem to like it.”

I let out a laugh unexpectedly. “Do you go back and edit your writing?” I guessed.

He thought for a moment and then it looked like the lightbulb turned on. “I do.”

My laugh continued. “Dummy, you’re not supposed to edit your journal. A journal is for thoughts—recalls of the day’s events or feelings. It’s not meant to be edited.”

He sat there, considering my observation of him.

I had an idea. “One day, just pick up a pencil and paper and write. Don’t go back and reread what you wrote. Let it sit there; maybe put it away so it can be out of sight and out of mind.”

He tilted his head, feeling a little uneasy about the suggestion. “That’s going to be tough,” he admitted, smiling at himself.

“You know what I’ve done in the past?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve written on a napkin or scrap paper. Then I toss it in the trash without looking at it.”

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. He was so appalled by me.

I laughed at his reaction.

His own laughter joined in. “That’s too much. Let’s not overdo it. Baby steps, baby steps.”

Our laughter continued as we got to his complex and passed security.

Even after years of friendship, I enjoyed learning something new about Namjoon. It was like I would never fully know everything about him and something about that excited me.

A couple of nights later while I was alone in the maze that was my room—Namjoon was at work according to our many messages—I saw a notification on his social media. He had posted a letter—a short one. Reading, it caused a slight confusion. It was unlike anything he had posted before. There didn’t seem to be a clear string of thought. It read like a diary—as if he was transcribing his thoughts and emotions without worrying about grammar or clarity. He had taken my advice.

My heart squeezed and expanded. I was feeling that more lately.

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It was the night before my flight. I had spent the day mostly with Namjoon but had informed him I was still planning on sleeping over at my place. We had already spent four nights this week together—I had broken my rule. We had just finished dinner and came back to his place. Namjoon was insisting I stay the night and leave from his place tomorrow. He would ensure I had security with me to go to the airport.

I was slightly offended by this offer, feeling he was questioning my methods of taking care of myself. “I am perfectly capable and have the resources to hire my own security, thank you.”

Namjoon didn’t pick up on the sting, however. He was too far caught up in convincing me. “It’s not just that,” he insisted. “If you leave from here, security is tighter. Plus, journalists expect you to leave your home. Your name has already leaked about you flying out tomorrow.”

He had a good point about that. I was sure there were already cameramen surrounding the entrance to my complex, but I still refused to give in. Especially with his earlier insinuation that I found a little insulting.

Finally, Namjoon picked up on my mood when I refused to look at him. He decided to turn things light. His tone turned to tease. “Why are you acting like this?” He let out a laugh when I turned to him and saw my irritated look. “Is it so bad sleeping over at my place? I try to keep it neat.” He gave a small pout and looked around his place, searching if anything looked too messy.

He actually was trying his best to be neat. His front door area wasn’t a mountain of shoes anymore. I never saw a towel on the floor or too many random objects scattered everywhere. I never made a comment on his messiness, believing it wasn’t my space to have an opinion on. He even had food items in his fridge now! I think after spending several nights at my home and seeing how neat I was, he was being a considerate boyfriend and trying to make me comfortable.

“It’s not that,” I insisted. “It’s just….” I didn’t know how to phrase the real reason why I didn’t want to stay in his home again. We had already spent three nights together this week, more than I had with any of my exes. And the thing was…I didn't see it as a problem. I actually wanted to spend every night with him, but I also feared if we continued this, something bad would occur.

“What?” he pushed gently.

It took a moment to decide to be honest with him. “We spend so many nights together. You’re bound to get tired of me,” I said playfully but with some seriousness.

He firmly shook his head. “Not likely. I like having you around.” His eyes held mine. There was not an ounce of laughter in his voice. The look in his eyes was so soft and inviting.

It made me feel uneasy. I made a joke to diffuse the tension that was building. “You like all the sex, you mean,” I said coyly, giving him a smile.

The dragon eyes slightly appeared, drawing me in for different reasons. “That’s definitely a bonus.” His low tone made its way all the way to my cunt.

When I noticed I was starting to move toward him, I snapped back to my place. I needed to stay on topic. “Employees here are already suspicious. And if security picks me up from here, they’ll add one and one together.”

He let out a sigh, trying to control what I knew to be slight irritation. “And?”

How could he not take this seriously? “What do you mean ‘and’? If it gets leaked to the media that we’re involved—”

He crossed his arms and remained calm. “It won’t come from the employees—they all sign NDAs. If I could, I would show you the document, babe, I swear. No sane person would dare break it. Plus, don’t forget how long Jin and Unnie have been together and her identity has remained a secret. Jin’s number one priority is protecting Unnie. The moment the company fails to keep her a secret, Jin is gone. He made it very clear to everyone and we all believe him. He set the standard when it comes to significant others. We won’t be found out, I promise.”

His term of endearment he had used for me had me swooning. The moment it came out of his lips, I almost forgot what we were discussing. He had called me “baby” previous times in a more off-handed way. This time, his voice had been filled with nectar of sweetness. A sound I had never heard from him.

Looking into those warm brown eyes, my worry faded. “Ok.”

“Ok?” he asked, looking a little hopeful.

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll get escorted tomorrow from here.”

He let out a sigh of relief, his face looking purely elated. “Good.” He filled the gaps that separated us and cupped my face into his large, warm hands. He pulled me up for a honeyed kiss.

I turned into a pool of mush. How the hell had this man convinced me so damn quickly? He was a wizard, I was sure of it.

He pulled away. “Let me make the call.” He took out his phone and stepped into the kitchen.

While he spoke to the staff, I went into his room to make a call of my own.

“Hi, darling,” a light voice from the other end of the call said.

“Hi, Jiji,” I said. “I got a favor to ask.”

“Ask away,” she said without hesitation.

“Could you grab my luggage from my place and bring it over to Namjoon’s place?”

“Spending the night at his place?” she asked a bit curiously.

“Yeah, he’s offering me to stay here to avoid the paparazzi.”

“Oh, yeah they’ve been surrounding the entrance all day.” Jiwoo lived in my community and was a good friend of mine. I wanted to tell her the truth, but still felt it wasn’t the right time. As hard as it was for Hoseok, who was her brother, to keep the secret from her, he respected my privacy and hadn’t told her.

“So can you get it to me?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Wait, how much luggage is it?”

“Just three items,” I said. Thankfully, I traveled light. I had a home I was going back to, so I didn’t need many items. My luggage mostly consisted of presents I was bringing back and some of my equipment. I was lucky that I lived in the same complex as Jiwoo. It made me feel less guilty in asking her for this favor.

As I spoke to her, I scanned Namjoon’s room, noticing small items scattered. My inability to stand still while talking beat the best of me and I started to straighten things up. I gave Jiwoo instructions on what to do with my luggage and how to get it to me, all while I organized things in the bedroom.

I noticed a few hair ties on the side of the bed I slept on and took them over to the bathroom. I looked around the sink to find the best place to keep them. I noticed a small, pretty, yellow container with other hair ties inside. Curious, I walked over to it and noticed the area. Next to the yellow container were a couple of my facial products nicely aligned. There was also a bottle of my lotion and lipstick I thought I had lost last week. I must have forgotten it here.

Taking a step back from the sink, I took in the entire view. The sink looked to be separated as if a couple shared it. On the right were all of Namjoon’s products and on the left were mine. Sure, he had significantly more items than I did, but it still looked like a couple’s sink.

Not knowing how to feel about this, I made my way out of the bathroom. I hung up with Jiwoo and left the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, Namjoon entered the room. “The car will be here four hours before the flight. Do you want to pick up your luggage now?”

“No, I just called Jiwoo. She’s bringing it to me. Shouldn’t take her more than an hour.”

“Good.” His eyes stayed on me, though, a look of concern starting to form. I was such an easy book for him. “What’s up?”

I didn’t know what I was feeling and knew I had to grasp well my emotions before being honest with him. However, I had to tell him something. “It's flight nerves.”

He nodded, believing me. “You haven’t flown in over two years. Some of us still get jitters before a flight, too.”

I gave a simple nod, not knowing what else to say.

He gave me a smile and walked over to me. “Maybe a bath will soothe you.”

The glint in his eyes made me smile. I put a hand up to his chest, stopping him from getting closer. “If we take a bath, Jiwoo will be waiting for me for a long time.”

He blushed. “True. How about a shower?”

A shower would be quick. “Sure.”

“Ok. I’ll meet you there. I’ll get the wine for afterward. We can watch a movie in bed.” He kissed my head and dashed away, looking cute and ecstatic about the night’s event.

I walked to the shower in the master bedroom and got it started, changing the temperature to my liking. Once it was to my preferred heat, I closed the glass door, allowing the steam to build.

I started to underdress right as Namjoon walked into the room, a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. His eyes roamed over me as I took off my last piece of clothing. I made sure to do so slowly, teasing him.

He set down the wine and glasses on the nightstand and hurried over, shredding off his clothes in a hurry.

I let out a laugh. “You act as if you haven’t seen me naked a hundred times.”

“It always feels like the first, baby,” he said as he pushed down his boxers, his long cock bobbing out and standing straight up.

My eyes went directly to it. I could never get over how beautiful and appetizing it looked. A small moan escaped my lips.

“You act like you haven’t seen me naked a hundred times,” he retorted.

I smacked him for his teasing and he in turn smacked my ass lightly. I let out a whimper.

He stepped in front of me and goddamn he was a giant. I was of average height but being barefoot and Namjoon standing at nearly 6 feet and weighing over 170 pounds, I felt like a thin paper doll this close to him. His massive titties were at eye level, I had to bend my neck to look into his brown eyes.

His full, plump lips called out to me. He wasn’t bending down and I got impatient. I wrapped my arms around his bulky shoulders and pushed off the floor. I climbed his huge chest and folded my legs around his middle.

Namjoon let out a laugh as my lips reached his, his body stumbled a little but he quickly regained balance. “Easy,” he cautioned me. He brought an arm under my ass, giving me support.

I clutched tighter against him, loving the feel of his hard body against mine. “You’re so tall. The only way to get to your lips is by climbing you.”

“Climbing me? Am I a tree or something?”

“Yes. My personal, big, tall namu.” I smiled as the word left my lips. Namjoon had referred to himself as namu before (the Korean word for ‘tree’), even though no one else really did. But the word suited him in many ways. Of course, I never meant to say he was my namu, and the realization that I had said it out loud made me blush with embarrassment. I stilled, unsure how he was going to react.

I forced myself to look up at him, wondering how he felt about this sudden label.

Deep dimples and a toothy smile met my sight. “I can be your namu,” he said sweetly.

I could feel my heart flutter. “I’ve never had my personal namu before.”

“You just gotta be sure to water me often,” he said, reaching in to taste my lips.

His playfulness was easing me quickly. “Oh, keeping you well-fed won’t be a problem whatsoever,” I said, one of my hands coming off his shoulder and reaching down between our bodies. “Should I be worried about overdoing it, though?” I took hold of his thick member, feeling the head had some precum. We both groaned in unison.

“I don’t think that’ll be of concern. I require a lot of feeding.” He let out a deep grunt as I rubbed his head against my core, which was wet and ready for him.

I let out a deep moan; I would never be able to be amazed at how great he felt. I loved how fucking long he was. I lined up his head at my opening then let myself descend on him. I had taken him in so many times, my body was getting more used to him and didn’t feel the sting so strongly anymore. My walls adjusted more nicely around him, but it still felt a stretch.

“Shit,” he let out as my walls clasped around him. “I love it when you do that.” He moved over to the shower walls, pressing me against the glass.

The steam of the shower had made the glass hot. So much so that it was stinging my back, but I didn’t care. I rocked my hips, moving up and down, and used his shoulders as leverage. He thrust up, meeting my movements and hitting me deeper. I let out a yelp when he hit a sweet spot. He reached forward and took a tit into his mouth.

His lips sucked on my nipple as he pushed into me repeatedly. I fell roughly against him, grinding down and taking his length, only for him to pull nearly out and fuck himself inside me again. His teeth took my sensitive bud and bit down, making me howl. I clutched to him, scraping his skin, and wishing to be sowed into him. The music of slapping skin and wet sounds filled the room, adding another layer of heat.

His body was pressed on me, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You almost there, baby?” His mouth moved in between my breasts as his hands took hold of my hips, helping me move up and down his shaft. I was losing my strength.

My arms pulled him closer, crushing him to me. “Little more,” I begged. “Fuck!” I let out as he swept his arms under my thighs and took me from a different angle. Sweet Jesus, that felt good!

His strokes were longer and deeper with this angle. The muscles in his biceps tightened as he held onto my legs. His eyes came down to where we were joined, a deep moan coming out.

I followed his eyes and watched us, too. My red, swollen pussy lips swallowed his long, engorged dick so nicely. I had fucked plenty of dicks, some bigger and longer than Namjoon’s. Some were rougher, some were softer. But for some reason, Namjoon’s just felt the most perfect. It was the right length, had the right amount of roughness to it, and it spilled the perfect amount of cum—it filled my mouth nicely and felt damn sweet as it went down my throat.

Thinking about his cum was taking me over the edge. “Almost there,” I let him know.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. His voice was rough and strained. I looked up at him to find his dragon eyes had made an appearance. “Now.”

My body shivered and did as I was told, my fingers pushing into my pussy lips to where we were joined.

He let out a low groan. I then felt a warm, long string of spit fall right on my clit.

The action sent me writhing. I rubbed myself at top speed as Namjoon’s strokes made my back hit the glass door with heavier force. He turned his hips slightly, hitting another spot within me. “There! Again!” I wailed out.

He did hit it again. And again, and again, bringing screams out of me.

It was getting harder to keep control. “Please,” I pleaded, rubbing my clit, imagining it was his fingers pushing me into oblivion.

With a final stroke, one that made me see stars, he bellowed, “Now!”

I was shot out of my body and sent to the skies. My legs vibrated from the ecstasy as I felt Namjoon thrust once more into me before I felt him come undone as well. His warm, sweet nectar blasted inside my core.

Still holding me, he stepped closer to me, pressing me fully against the glass. Our juices spilled out of me, sliding down my ass cheeks, and touching my backdoor pecker. The feeling made me tighten around him. I craved more cum to come out of him, out of me.

The overstimulation caused his hips to rock forward, knocking the wind out of me. I clutched to him tighter, a whimper coming out.

“Sorry, babe.” His touch and kisses became soft and gentle. The endearment came from him with the same sweetness as before. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, pulling back a bit to take a look at my face.

I shook my head. “Just sensitive. But it felt good.” I gave him a smile to ease his worry.

“You sure? Was I too rough again?” he asked, thinking about the last time he had left me with a dozen bruises.

I took his mouth into mine, cutting off his worry. “You were perfect. I’m not fragile. If something is too much, I’ll let you know.” I caressed his face in between my hands. “Believe me?”

He gave me a small nod and returned the kiss. His hands made circles around my back, his eyes scanned my body for any discomfort he might have caused.

My body felt warm and tingly for a different reason than arousal. I enjoyed doing the carnal act with Namjoon, but the aftercare was something I had never given importance to until him. He made sure my body was fully at ease and relaxed before he pulled out.

Sure enough, once I felt fully at ease, Namjoon pushed the hair out of my face and gently separated us. “Let’s get you cleaned up, girl.”

His predictable kindness brought a smile to my face.

He opened the door for us and stuck his hand inside to check the water temperature. Right as I took a step into the shower, he let out a curse and pulled me back. “Shit! That’s hot! Hold on.”

I frowned, not getting the same impression as him. By the steam, I knew the temperature it was. I pushed my hand forward to check the water. It felt nice.

His hand instinctively reached out to pull mine back.

I turned to him, confused. “It’s perfect.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “It’s burning hot.”

“You think so?” I asked, reaching out and touching the water. “Feels fine to me.”

His look didn’t waiver.

I took a step inside, my eyes never leaving his. I let the water hit my hands and arms first. There was a bit of a sting from the heat, but it was a good kind of sting. My skin quickly adjusted, though. I took another step forward, my chest and stomach catching the water. All the while, my eyes never left his so he could see the pleasure I got from the heat.

He looked at me like I had grown three heads or something.

I let out a laugh. “Haven’t you taken hot showers before?” I asked, letting my hair and back take in the water.

“Not this hot!” he said incredulously from the doorway.

I stepped forward and kissed his pouty lips. “Will you get in here and join me?”

He let out a groan as he stepped into the shower. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I giggled, pulling him into my wet body. “Shut up and enjoy it.” I held onto his neck as I continued to kiss him.

He took a step forward, the water hitting him for the first time. He let out a yelp and jumped back. “How can this feel good? Is your name Danaerys or something?”

I continued laughing at his exaggeration when we both heard my phone go off. I had left it on for when Jiwoo let me know she had arrived. From where we were standing, we could see her name come up on my phone’s display.

I started to make my way out of the shower, but he beat me to it. “I’ll go pick it up. You stay and enjoy your volcano shower,” he teased, turning to go.

I gave him a slight shove.

“I’m curious,” he said, heading over to my phone. “If you’re so against anyone finding out about us, don’t you think Jiwoo is going to question why you’re staying over at my place tonight?”

I shook my head. “I’ve stayed the nights at other guy friends’ homes before. She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

He nodded and took my phone. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

As he walked out, I began to enjoy the hot shower.

However, he quickly came back. “Which guy friends have you stayed the night at?” he asked, curiously.

Detecting the smallest amount of jealousy in his tone, made me want to laugh. “Hoseok's and Jackson's.”

He gave a slight nod and stayed standing there, making no move to leave. Finally, he asked. “Not that it matters, but…did you and Jackson ever…?”

The thought grossed me out and it showed on my face. “No.”

He laughed at my reaction. “I thought so; I was always curious.”

“I have a very strict don’t-fuck-guy-friends rule,” I said. “Especially the really good ones.”

Namjoon gave me an unimpressed look. “What about me?”

“You’re the exception,” I immediately answered. “Plus, I’m not just fucking you. I’m dating you. There’s a difference.”

He gave me a wide grin. “I’m the exception?” He looked cocky as shit right now. It just about made me turn to mush.

I rolled my eyes at his sappiness. “Will you go pick up my luggage? Or should I drag you in here and I can go pick it up myself?”

He quickly ran out.

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“The car is almost here,” I said the next day after getting off the phone with the security that was going to escort me to the airport.

Namjoon gave me a sad smile and held me.

I tried not to think about how much I was going to miss his touch for the next week. “I’m planning on having Thanksgiving at my home. Maybe you and the guys can celebrate with us? There’ll be a lot of food.”

“Will your family be ok with that?” he asked genuinely.

“My Tia Jia and brothers like you guys. And I’ll make sure it’s only my immediate family. All my cousins will have to wait for Christmas.” I wanted to take things slow with Namjoon, but something in me wanted Namjoon there for Thanksgiving. It was a dumb, American holiday so it didn’t make any sense why I wanted him there. I just did.

“I’ll go if you want me there,” he said gently as his nose buried in my hair.

I snuggled closer to him, my face wanted to dig into his chest. “This is gonna suck.”

His long fingers traced patterns along my sides. “It’s just ten days.”

We stayed holding each other until I got confirmation my ride had arrived. My luggage was already downstairs with security. I was the only thing missing. Before stepping out of Namjoon's home, he pulled me in for a long kiss. “I’ll be there before you know it,” he promised.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of his home and walked down the hall as a sudden feeling of emptiness took over. How the fuck was I already missing him?

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