Our Lives Turned Upside Down *A BTS Reverse Harem (On Hold)

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Nyx's POV

Even without an alarm I wake early. I can hear Nari breathing deeply somewhere next to me. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. Looking towards Nari I see she is wearing something unfamiliar to me. My curiosity propels me out of bed and I pad closer to her. I definitely have never seen that. So she has a midnight encounter? Good for her and I’m happy. I softly walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth, put my hair in a messy bun and tiptoe out of the room. She needs her sleep and she slept later than me. Chuckling softly to myself I descend the stairs.

Reaching downstairs and turning to the kitchen I halt in my tracks, but apparently I made a noise as he looks up from the book he’s holding. He smiles, dimples and all, “can’t sleep?” and he puts the book down. I skip closer and halt next to the kitchen island. “I slept fine. This is a habit. Back home I’m always up first so I can make breakfast.” walking to the refrigerator I feel his eyes follow me. 

"Or do you mind I'm using your kitchen?" And I look longingly at the stove. I hear him chuckle and look at him. "You really want to cook?" He regards me with unreadable eyes; nodding frantically my smile grows with the prospect of cooking. 

"Be my guest. Mind if I keep you company?" Clapping my hands, "I would love it if you keep me company. Back home I'm alone. Nari is a late riser so I'm always finished when she gets up." 

"So where do you keep your ingredients? Last night I didn't see them." Looking questioningly at him he gets up from the stool and walks to a door I didn't see before. The fridge blocks it from this angle. He opens it and disappears inside. I follow him and am greeted by a fully stocked pantry. 

Walking past the shelves I get what I need. Grabbing the last item I need, I turn and bump my nose against Namjoon's chest. He crept up on me and I didn't hear him. I take a quick step back, but my back presses against the shelves. He bends forwards, bringing his head level with mine. 

His dark dragon eyes pin me in place. Next I feel his fingers on my hips. It's just his fingertips, but it burns nonetheless. He fingers the fabric of my pajama shorts and I inhale sharply. A half smirk paints his face, "you do know you're in a house with seven men right?" His voice dropped an octave rumbling right through me. 

I nod once, exhaling softly. My heart beats a little faster. "Good. I just wanted to clarify." Placing his palm on my hip now, his fingers just touching my ass. He squeezes once, smiles satisfied at my reaction and then turns away. I stay where I am and watch him leave the pantry. 

Fanning my face with one hand I take deep breaths to calm my racing heart. After two minutes I deem my heart stable again and I hope my face is back to normal. Securing the items I'm still holding I walk back to the kitchen. He is in his previous spot, nose in the book again. Ignoring him for now I begin making the dough for the bread rolls. 

And the familiarity of baking lulls me into a trance. Going through the motions I forget Namjoon is even in the kitchen with me. What the hell was that just now? Was he implying he wants to….? No that couldn't be? Then what?  

And how do I feel about it? It reminded me a little of my ex, and being intimate with him was not fun for me. And despite that it felt exhilarating somehow. I don't feel the need to do what he says and I think defying Namjoon will not have the same consequences as with my ex. 

When the dough is set aside to rise, I make the batter for the crepes. Once that is finished I cut various fruits. Looking through the refrigerator I find some sausages and put them aside. 

"Earth to Nyx!" Is called loudly and I almost drop the eggs I'm holding. Looking up I see Namjoon's huge smile, "finally. You were far away." 

"Sorry. Cooking helps me think." I smile. Before he can ask me what he wanted Hobi walks down the stairs. He joins us, "good morning. Coffee?" And I hold the pot up. He nods " That sounds great," and I pour it into a cup. Placing it before him he observes the mess I made. I know he doesn't like messes, but for now he will have to make do.