in which a black lawyer from the big apple and a korean idol discover their bond in the middle of a pandemic.
*book two in the 'eternally yours' series!
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iris is a strong independent black woman, a lawyer and an advocate for sexual assault v...
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Trigger Warning: brief mentions of rape
Namjoon POV
"I'm so fucking bored." Iris groans.
For the past few days, all they've been doing is eating, sleeping and watching TV. And Namjoon has to admit, it's starting to drive him crazy.
"If I have to sit in this apartment and do nothing for another twenty four hours I'm going to lose my mind."
"You sound stressed." Namjoon comments.
"Very much so." She huffs, dropping her head back against the couch.
"Why don't we do some yoga?" He suggests. "That might help you relax a little."
"Oh, that reminds me!" She gasps. "I saw this trend where people were trying couple yoga poses. We could do that."
"Sure, sounds fun." Namjoon smiles.
"Wait, but.." Iris trails off, the excited look dropping from her face.
"What's wrong?"
She looks down at herself and then back up at him. "I don't think you can lift me up." She mumbles, nibbling on her bottom lip.
The look on her face nearly breaks his heart in two. She's absolutely gorgeous and she shouldn't let something like her weight make her feel insecure. He's cuddled with Iris enough times to know how curvy and soft and beautiful her body is. And he wouldn't change it for the world.
"Stand up." He instructs.
Iris furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "Huh?"
"Just stand up." He repeats.
Iris slowly rises to her feet, standing in front of the couch. Namjoon stands up as well, approaching her. He grabs her hands, placing them on his shoulders. "Now jump."
She does as he says and Namjoon quickly catches her by her thighs, holding her up. "I think you'll be just fine." He smirks, feeling smug at the fact that he has proved her wrong.
"I stand corrected." She gulps, looking into his eyes.
Namjoon is well aware that her face is mere inches away from his and his crotch is pressed up against her, but he manages to not freak out. However, he should probably put her down before his little friend becomes too aware of her presence.
He gently puts her down and they break eye contact. "Let's get started then." She clears her throat.
They take turns looking up yoga poses on their phones and picking one to try. And after failing miserably at five and succeeding at one, they decide to call it quits.
"That was fun." Namjoon smiles, running a hand through his hair which is now damp with sweat.
"It was, even though we suck." Iris agrees with a laugh. After a few moments, she gets up from the floor. "I think it's time for a glass of wine. Do you want one?" She asks, heading towards the kitchen.
