The last week has been very excited and I can only hope that my time with the others will be as interesting as with the 95er's. I share a lot of moments with each of the group members, well most of them. With Jungkook it is still awkward and he still has not opened up to me or even spend a date with me. I asked him several times but he always finds an excuse to ditch me. Therefore, I decided to let that matter take its own path. I am sure that at some point, the youngest will find his way towards me. And then there is the leader. The first person I have shared a kiss in this house. I have barely seen him the last week. He leaves early every morning to go to the company and only comes back when I am already asleep. I start to worry but Jin tells me that as a leader he has the most responsibilities and tasks. It is not that I do not know that but I miss Namjoon.
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Today after breakfast, I am surprised that Namjoon does not leave the house but goes back to his room. I stay in the kitchen and think about how I want to approach him without being too obvious about my sentiments. However, the more I think about it, the more I want to just go and kiss him drop-dead. I smile at that thought but don't want to just go after him like a needy woman. I form a plan in my head that today I wish to seduce the leader of BTS. I am not sure if he is willing to be with me but I want to go and take my chance. Who knows when I will have a next occasion to do so?
With this plan in mind, I stroll back to my room and change my outfit to a pair of matching white underwear with a little silk over the bra and a little loose mini-dress. I let my hair down and only apply mascara. A little spray of perfume on my neck and off I go. I feel excited and anxious at the same time. When I am in front of his bedroom door, I knock. When there is no response, I am a bit disappointed, thinking he might have gone to the company after all. When I turn on my heels, Hoseok comes my way.
"Are you looking for Namjoon?" He asks me when he places a kiss on my cheek. "Yes. He is not in his room so I guess he went to the company." "No, he didn't. I just saw him entering the office where he normally goes to read." I jump a little and kiss Hoseok back on his cheek to thank him. I like how he blushes slightly. Then I jog all the way towards the office. I am even more delighted now. I trace my fingers over my lips as I remember Namjoon's soft lips on mine.
My hands are trembling when I knock on the closed door. "Yes. Come in." I hear Namjoon's dark voice and I get even more excited. I open the door slowly and see him sitting in a single armchair next to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that is filled with books. "Can I join you?" I ask him innocently, knowing that reading is the last thing I want to do with him. He lays his book on his lap as he looks up at me. "Of course. I would be glad to spend time with you." With shy steps, I come closer to him. He stands up and his strong arms pull me in his embrace. I can smell his cologne and it is driving me crazy. I want him so bad but I have to be patient. Too soon, he lets go of me and guides me towards the bookshelf. "What do you like to read?" He asks me when he points at the books in front of me. Namjoon is now behind me with his hands around my waist. I can feel his broad chest against my upper back and head. I cannot keep myself from leaning back. "I don't know. But it has to be in English." He starts to laugh and I join him. "Okay, that was obvious. We have a lot of English books here." He grabs one in front of me and hands it over. It is a story about a woman who tries to find her husband that went missing during the war. It seems quite interesting so I agree to start with that one. We both get back to the sitting area and I take a seat next to Namjoon on another single armchair. He takes his book and starts to read. I do the same however, I cannot really focus. My eyes wander off to the man sitting before me. How good-looking he is with his glasses. He seems more concentrated on the book than I am. "I can feel you staring!" He exclaims without looking up. "Um sorry," I confess a bit embarrassed, and try to get back to the book. But I am still not focusing on the story. So, I throw my book away, and in a swift motion, I take his book out of his hands and climb onto his lap.
