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Chapter 15

As I made it to the front of the hospital the rain was coming down hard. I looked out the glass doors and saw Namjoon's unmistakable black Mustang pull up outside. I threw my hood up and ran for the passenger seat practically launching myself inside and slamming the door.

Namjoon was snaked. His hair was stuck to his head and the beads of rainwater fell from the ends down his face. His white t-shirt was almost see through as it clung to his washboard abs. As he drove away I could see his body begin to vibrate.

"Are you cold?" Stupid question, ofcourse he's bloody cold. He shrugged indifferently. I stripped myself of his hondie and passed it to him. "You keep it." He stated but I shook my head.

"I don't need it right now, you do. You're going to get hypothermia and then what good will you be to Jungkook when he needs you?" He nodded reluctantly and as we stopped at the red light he peeled off his wet t-shirt and put on the hoodie.

We drove in silence. I adjusted the heat in the car to make us both comfortable and give me something to do before I exploded from the pressure of the tension.

Namjoon parked directly outside the front door to avoid us being in the rain and we ran inside. As I stepped through the door my wet shoes sent me flying across the tiles and I landed hard on my backside. I could hear Namjoon laughing and I joined him. As he put out a hand to pull me up I used all my strength to pull him down too. We both laughed as our wet shoes sent us slipping and sliding every time we tried to stand. For a moment the tension was gone.

I managed to make my way to the bottom step and pulled off my shoes. I could feel the water running down my hack from my long blonde hair. I needed a bath to warm off the chill. I looked at Namjoon who was now also able to stand.

"You hungry? Dad gave me money for pizza?" We agreed on a half and half veggie and meat feast. I went to grab my phone when I realised it was still in the backpack I had given Jungkook at the hospital.

"Shit."

"What's up?" Namjoon asked upon my expression of profanity.

"I've left my phone at the hospital. Can you order?" He nodded as I made my way upstairs. I threw on the bath filling it with every bubble bath I could. I liked my baths like I liked my taste in men- Hot, deep. and smelling divine.

I quickly logged into my laptop and sent Hobi a message telling him everything was okay and I'd call him tomorrow when I got my phone back. It was weird he hadn't been active for the last few hours, his phone was usually so attached to her it was like another limb.

I sunk myself under the water, staying there for a moment as the world above me is distorted. A knock at  the door forced me to the surface.

"Kim, are you already in the bath?" Why did the way he said my name make me get butterflies much lower than where butterflies usually reside? "All my stuff is in there, can I grab it and I'll use mums shower?"

I was feeling high on life following Jungkook's brush with death which is the only explanation I have for what I said next.

"Just use this one. I'm covered." I announced as I strategically moved some bubbles.

I heard the door open but despite my new found confidence I still turned my head away to face the tiled wall next to me. I could just make out Namjoon's shadowy figure in the reflection of the tiles as he turned on the shower. I felt clothes hit the hamper next to my head and heard the frosted glass door of the shower close. I waited a moment before I turned back.

Although the middle section of the door was frosted, I could tell from the rest Namjoon was facing the shower hands steading themselves against the wall as the water poured itself over him. Fuck what I wouldn't give to be that water.

I seriously needed to get a grip. My eyes traveled to the wooden door that led to my room. The door that a few hours ago I had been pushed up against when Namjoon kissed me. I thought back smiling at the memory and didn't even notice as my hand made its way between my legs. I started to rub slowly, the sensation warming me.

My mind flashed back to our earlier conversation about Namjoon not wanting anyone else to give me pleasure, but he was busy in the shower. He would never know.

My finger started to rub more forcefully. This felt good, knowing I could do this with him right there never knowing, it was deliriously dirty. My other hand slipped up my body, slowly starting to tease my nipples.

I could feel myself building to my climax. I looked back to Namjoon. His back was to me as he ran the bubbly shower gel over his body. I watched his silhouette as his hands ran all over himself.

I imagined him using his lathered up hands to run themselves up and down my body. Grabbing handfuls of my ass as he uses his feet to spread my legs. His hands following over my hips until they're between my legs, then they-

*Ding Dong*

Oh Fuck! My hands stopped immediately, never getting the release I so desperately craved. The water in the shower stopped running as Namjoon's hand reached out grabbing a towel and pulling it back inside. When the doors opened Namjoon stepped out dripping wet surrounded by a cloud of steam, the towel hung lowly an his hips.

He let his eyes wonder even though I could see he was desperate not too. In my distraction I hadn't noticed that most of the bubbles had disappeared leaving most of my naked self open for his viewing. He bit his broken lip as he took in what he could see of me. I felt the urge to cover myself but fought it.

I wanted him to see.

Namjoon stepped back into his room pulling the door almost all the way behind him before it bounced back leaving a tiny gap.

"Fuck." Came through the door not much louder than a whisper and a smile came across my face. It was good to know I had an effect on him considering the effect he had on me.

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