..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

57 || Giving In Isn't Giving Up

NAMJOON & SENA

Namjoon POV

"Maybe I should just leave."

Shaking my head, I return my glass to the coffee table and scoot to the edge of my chair. "Please stay. I know this is working."

Hazel shifts nervously in her seat, rubbing her hands over the thighs of her blue jeans. Her breathing is slowly steadying from Sena's current absence, but I can tell she is still unnerved to be so close to the woman which she is fated.

I think that Hazel is an attractive woman. Her large eyes and tiny nose almost make her look like one of those cute anime characters. Other than that, she is average: average height, average weight, average build, but in a good way.

Her eyes stay locked on the bathroom door anticipating her partner's return. She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, or attempt to anyway, before she speaks.

"I know it is working, too, and that's part of the problem, Namjoon. What am I supposed to do when she rejects me again? Pardon my bluntness, but batteries are expensive."

"She won't. Just be patient with her, and I am sure you will never have to self service another day."

The door to the restroom opens revealing a much calmer Sena. She has removed her hair tie to allow her hair to hang just past her shoulders, and the pink tint in her cheeks has disappeared.

"Sorry I took so long," she says quite breathily as she returns to the only other seat in the living room- the seat beside her partner.

Immediately, I notice Sena's eyes fight to stay neutral so that she doesn't give away her instinctive thoughts. She struggles with keeping her hands still as well, twisting her fingers together in her lap.

"It's no problem.. mm.. at all," Hazel replies battling through her own issue. "W-we were just talking."

Sena has started to fidget again. This is how it all began earlier. "Oh really? About what?"

"Trifectas," I boldly answer. "We were discussing how funny it is that they are right even when we don't believe such."

"I see." Sena wants to glare at me, but the lust clouding her brain makes a note to tell her other senses later.

"Yes. So, out of curiosity, and I don't mean this to sound as bad as I'm sure it will, which one of you changed the other?"

Both women chew at their bottom lips staring at me with an intensity I know is meant for the other. Sena shifts in her seat uncomfortably; her arousal scents the air each time she moves just a bit too much.

Hazel wraps her arms around her waist, leaning forward almost as if she has a stomach ache. "My hair was -oh holy fuck- light brown before Sena and I met."

"Ahh.." I nod in understanding. "So, in male-female partnerships, the male is the one whose appearance changes to suit the female. Does this mean that you hear Sena's calls too, Hazel?"

"I hear her call," Sena admits closing her eyes and folding her lips into her mouth.

Hazel peers to her side with a surprised expression at Sena who has started to sweat. A soft sheen glistens on Sena's forehead and neck that she tries to brush away.

"We hear each other's call apparently. I didn't know that was a thing," Hazel adds.

"Me either," Sena mumbles, hanging her head. I hear a soft groan from her that tells me she just needs a little more time, but she wants Hazel just as badly as Hazel needs her.