In The Closet. [READER × KIM NAMJOON]

_11_ Snow

"okay then" he unbuttoned his shirt and swiftly removed his sleeves and held the shirt forward for me to take from him.
"Clean this for me Y/N. I'll wait here."

He never took his eyes off me. Neither did I. Only if he wasn't staring at me then I would have admired his naked body. I instantly flushed at the thought.

I took his shirt from his grasp and moved towards the attached washroom.
I started rubbing the stain off his white shirt. It smelled like him. Obviously.
And while doing so I was having second thoughts that what would be his reaction or would have been his reaction if he had seen Jimin and Yoongi in that room earlier.
Well it's their business. And Yoongi would want to tell joon himself so I understand. I didn't even knew if that was accident or they really were doing something. We all knew Jimin had his crush on Yoongi but no one had any idea what yoongi thought of him. That was a really mysterious aura he had. He looked like a mob leader at first but when you get to know him he's as sweet as a gummy bear. At least I know that much of him. I could even picture them together, in love and happy. I smiled to myself at the thought of them being cute together while I dried the shirt below the hot air blower.

"Thinking about me?" the sudden feather whisper broke me from my thoughts and I turned around with a speed that could have sprained my neck.

"Arrghh! When did you come inside?" I thought I locked the door. I did?

"When you were dreaming of me with open eyes" he unintentionally showed the same smirk.

"I wasn't doing anything but cleaning your shirt" I said and handed him the dried shirt with a humph.

He examined it carefully raising the shirt up and I just glared at his biceps

"I think I should hire you for my laundry. You are great in this" I scoffed and rolled my eyes heavily for him to notice. I was mad at his teasing and flustered at the fact how his sensual body is affecting me in every way possible even if he isn't trying that even one percent.

I exited the washroom waited before the bed.

"Hey, I was just joking" his voice came from the door, I turned to where I came from just now and shut my eyes at him. Suddenly concious of the fact that his abs are on the show infront of me, a moment ago that fact didn't register as inappropriate.

"Will you please dress up now for heaven's sake." my back was facing him.

"You were drooling over me just a minute ago" again!

"Namjoon!!!!" I turned and he was looking at me with surprised deep eyes and smirky dimples never leaving his face.
I turned back again, feeling a mix of annoyance for 'why is he smirking' and for 'why am I loving it' "Just wear your shirt already"

Just then I heard Dad's voice. And then Mom's voice. No way!!
I waited for the footsteps to get louder. Seeing Namjoon too didn't said anything he also guessed they were coming here. Why in the world are they coming here!!!

Well
It's their house Y/N what a stupid question. I slapped my forehead to my palm.

With no thought at all about what I was doing I turned on my heels, barely looked around the room for a second and already got the idea. Grabbing half naked Namjoon by his arm pushed him towards the corner of bed where changing divider stood in two folds. It was tall enough to hide him so I thought of it for the best way to hide ourselves. It was a small corner. Enough room for one to change clothes....for two, quite crowded I guess. My back was facing him and he leaned on my shouder from behind.

"Why are we hiding?" He asked me with his chin resting on my shoulder. His scent hit me like a truck.

"Isn't it obvious" I gestured to him, taking my eyes to his.