Euphoria | BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan)

"I'm all yours..."

"Hi beautiful," I hear him say behind me.

I turn around quickly and gasp when I see his face.

"JK... you scared the shit out of me," I say looking at him.

He smiles at me and reaches out to bring me in to hug him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was about to take a shower when I saw Hyun-Jin waiting outside and he said you were in here so I came in and followed the steam," he says as he runs his fingers lightly up and down my bare back.

"Can I join you?" He asks me.

I pull away from him slightly and realize he's still wearing his stage clothes and he's soaked in sweat. His hair is flat against his head and wet.

"You smell pretty bad so, yeah you better join me," I say teasingly to him, as I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He raises his arms up and I pull his shirt off.

"We can't do anything," I warn him, "we literally have like 10 minutes," I continue.

I unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down and hook my thumbs on the sides and bring them down with his boxer briefs.

As I throw his pants aside, I run my hands up his legs, until I'm standing straight up. His legs are one of my favorite parts of him; he works them out so hard and they're huge and muscular. He's built like a Greek god; he's beautiful.

He brings his hand up and sweeps the stray strands of hair behind my ear.

I reach out and grab his hands and lead us into the shower.

We walk inside the small stall shower and are swallowed by the steam.

He wraps his arms around me and we are both sitting under the steady stream of hot water.

He runs his fingertips up and down my back, comforting me with his touch.

My fingers tangle in his long hair and I place a kiss on his chest, right over his heart.

I look up and him and his eyes lock on me.

"Mine" I say as I place another kiss to his chest.

He brings his hand up and pulls my chin up to meet his eyes.

"Eleanor..." he says, his voice breathy and low.

"Mmmm.." I respond.

"God..." he says as he pushes his hands through my hair.

"I just..." he continues to run his hands through my hair and just looks at me, unable to find the words he's looking for.

"I'm just so happy that you're here. I'm so happy that you're mine," he says to me and leans down to kiss me.

My heart flutters as I feel his warm lips on mine.

His hands begin traveling the curves of my body. He seems to be unable to get enough as he's gripping lightly, but with force; pulling me into him as close as our body's will allow. His mouth on mine is encouraging, pleading, controlling; it's like he's marking his territory and wants me to be fully aware that my body, my soul, my heart, all belong to him. I want nothing more than to just stay here, safe and warm in his arms. His hands continue caressing my skin; lightly at first but searching for ways to inhabit, to indulge, to be everywhere. I'm completely overwhelmed. We've never kissed like this. But it's as if our body's are expressing what our words fail to say. Breaking off is difficult, it's like my mind is stunned and my head goes light with vertigo. My whole world rocked.

He leans his forehead onto mine and simply whispers, "wow".

I bring my hands up to his face. I just want to tell him how much I love him. How he's always on my mind and all I think about. How I wonder what he's doing when he's not near me. How I just want to be with him every hour of every day. How much I love him. But, I can't... I can't tell him that. I want to, but we need time.