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

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Nari's POV

After a miserable day of being pelted with paintballs and dealing with all the emotions surrounding Tae, Nyx and Yoongi, I'm exhausted. But I've agreed to this challenge involving Namjoon. Quite honestly I don't want to do it, I know he'll choose her, apparently everyone does. 

I'm tired of trying to be her, I'm not, and being in this house has only solidified what I knew all along: next to Nyx I'm nothing. All of Yoongi's affection disappeared the moment I left his room. I'm not surprised, what I don't understand is why these men pretend to care. We're ARMY, we already love them for their talent, isn't that enough. 

I've been avoiding Tae as much as possible since I saw him with Nyx, it still hurts to remember that image. Entering my little reading room I grab a pair of pajamas, then hesitate; why bother wearing anything if I'm supposed to get Namjoon's attention. Instead I select a lacy peach colored lingerie set; maybe my subconscious packed this for me. 

Grabbing a towel I retrace my steps down the hall, planning to shower in Nyx's room since everyone is still awake; I see a head poke out into the hall. Shit, it's Tae. I can't return to the reading room, then someone would know where I'm sleeping at night. 

He has a towel slung low around his hips and his hair is a shaggy wet mess. He looks beautiful, every time I see his natural skin I melt a little. I keep my eyes downcast and walk a little further away from him. I feel him catch me by the forearm, "Let go Tae, I need to shower." 

"Then shower in here," he says quietly, pulling me towards his room. I've missed him, and I'm tired of having to put up this front of feeling nothing towards him. I let him lead me in. Once in his large washroom, I close the door on him. 

I undress, and step under the hot water. I wash away the sweat and dirt of today; I try to wash away my tension as well but that is much harder to get rid off. As I rinse my hair I hear the shower door open, then I feel his large hands smoothing the shampoo out of my hair as well. I turn away from him. 

He strokes my arms lightly as the water runs over my breasts. I feel his lips press against the curve of my neck, "I've missed you," he hums against my ear. "Please don't do this Tae. You've hurt me once already, isn't that enough?" I ask turning around to face him. 

If I had any tears left for Taehyung they'd be falling right now, but I've cried enough over him, I'm through. "I don't know what you mean," he answers, but his face betrays him, I see the fear in his eyes. "You're a good actor Taehyung, but spare me the insult of lying to me. I saw you with her." 

He looks like he's just had the wind knocked out of him, but I don't stay. I leave the bathroom and enter his bedroom, I'm in no rush to leave, I finally said what's been haunting me. Drying off my body next I move to my hair; Tae enters, his towel back in place. He sits on the edge of his bed as he watches me move around his room naked. 

"I'm sorry…" he says in a meek voice. I pause and look at him, expressionless, "Don't say things you don't mean Tae." He winces like I've slapped him, a small penance for what he's done to me. Dressing in the lingerie, I cross to his floor length mirror and adjust it so that everything is nicely on display. There are silk ribbon ties that cross over each of my hips holding the panties up and the peach colored balconette bra is almost see through. 

I run my fingers through my hair till it lays how I want it to, covering the bruise from my outburst; I catch sight of his face in the mirror. "You look beautiful," he says, voice almost cracking. I leave my clothes and towel behind; walking to the door I turn, "just think….it could have been all for you Tae." His eyes grow wide and I think I see his lip tremble, but I don't wait for whatever his reply might be.