(EDITING- Storyline changes a lot)
This is a polyamorous story between all the members of bts. It's gay. It's smutty. It's angsty. And it's fluffy.
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
It's my first book so it's obviously cringy.
After tucking a very fussy Danica into bed, I turned off the lights and left her room. I hope I'll be there when she wakes up so there's less confusion. That would be a disaster since I haven't told any of the guys about her being here yet.
I go in search of the other guys and have to will myself to not go into Jungkook's bedroom even though their moans are very tempting and obnoxiously loud.
I go back to the mezzanine and find Namjoon still sitting where I left him, reading his book with his glasses perched on his nose looking like a sexy nerd.
He's so hot when he's nerdy like this.
He looks up from his book when he hears my approach and raises an eyebrow at me as if he heard my inappropriate thoughts or maybe he sees the obviously hungry look on my face as I ogle him. How can I not though, Namjoon is just one hot son of a bitch.
I sit down on the armchair opposite him and stretch my neck to loosen my stiff muscles, while blowing out a long breath. Avoiding the elephant in the room by not looking at him.
"Are you gonna tell me who that was?" Namjoon asks in an almost too casual tone, closing his book and giving me his full attention. Any other time I would enjoy having all his attention on me but right now I can feel sweat bead on my temple and my throat going slightly dry. I don’t know why I'm nervous though.
"That was Danica." I tell him, intending to continue. "After my meeting with Kai, as I was leaving the building I found her crying in a corner there. Of course, I couldn't help asking why. Turns out her shit was stolen and she's homeless. Also she slipped into a little headspace and I couldn't leave her vulnerable like that. I felt bad and wanted to give her a place to stay at least for a while but forgot to text you guys to let you know so now here we are. I'm sorry. "
After my rant, Namjoon doesn't say anything. Although he has a thoughtful look on his face, I just hope he understands why I brought her home with me.
"She's a little then?" He asks and I nod in confirmation.
"You wanted a little girl, yes?" He casually asks, looking me right in my eyes and I nod again, swallowing thickly at the intense look he's giving me. My back is pin straight on the chair and I'm not even going to lie about how absolutely unsettling having this kind of attention from him on me right now.
"Use your words." He says in his dominant voice and I immediately straighten up in my chair.
"Yes, sir." I answer the only way he allows when he uses this tone. Namjoon is fucking scary when he wants to be sue me.
He nods thoughtfully and I obediently wait for what he has to say.
"I understand why you took her in but do you think the other guys will? Or her when she gets out of that headspace?" He asks. I can't stand how smart and logical he is sometimes. I really need to start thinking things through.
I slump back in my chair and think about it for a little while. I know he's right with his concerns and honestly, I can admit I did not think this through.
We've talked about bringing a girl into things but I didn't know how soon they'd want that. Or if they really did even want that at all anymore.
We've only been together for a little over half a year and I think we're still trying to grasp ourselves and each other.
I don't know whether a woman would help balance things out or just complicate us. That thought scares me more than I'd like to admit.
I look at Namjoon. He's the only one I let myself be vulnerable around. He's logical but never in a condescending way. He let's me make mistakes and helps me correct them so I can learn. He's literally perfect in every sense of the word.
"I don't know." I tell him honestly. My voice sounds small and dejected and I hate that. I hate that I'm always so unsure of myself.
His eyes soften and he beckons me over as he leans back on his chair.
I stand up and make my way around the small table between the chairs and stand between his spread knees.
His hands land on my hips and he pulls me down onto his lap.
He's much larger than I am and a few inches taller too. His lap is also really comfortable and I feel myself melt into him involuntarily. Namjoon is comfort.
I'm looking down at my lap instead of him and I feel his thumb and pointer finger on my chin, turning my face to his. I usually hate being treated like this but right now, here with Namjoon, I feel comfortable enough to let myself be taken care of by my big muscular boyfriend.
"We'll figure it out, I promise." Namjoon's voice is sure and strong, comforting, and I appreciate that more than anything in this moment. I know he always fixes my problems, I don't like burdening him but he's the only one who takes care of the shit I do when I'm being impulsive. I don't think he minds either.
He knows how insecure I can get sometimes but he also knows I won't risk my relationship with them because of it on purpose. I know, even though I haven't figured it out, he knows that this won't work out and that he can't change my mind at the moment.
"Is he okay?" Yoongi's soft, concerned voice sounds from the stairs.
I turn to look at him and give him a smile in reassurance. I go to get off of Namjoon's lap but he holds me tighter by my waist and so I stay there.
Yoongi reaches the top of the stairs and immediately walks towards us, bending down to give me a kiss on my lips, and then Namjoon.
"Jin and I are gonna start on dinner, go change." Yoongi says to me and I hop off of Namjoon's lap, him taking my place immediately after as I go up to my room. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
Vote and comment. Let me know what you think.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
