A few seconds after he left I rushed to my front door and checked if you can see anything inside if you peep through the hole. Nothing. I went back in and looked if the psycho in him put hidden cameras in my lounge. Nothing's out of place. I searched the kitchen, shower everywhere. Nothing. What's that wink for? Does he know? How?
Aaaarggghhh!! He's driving me nuts.
I grabbed my manhwa but it doesn't hold the allure that it held just a few minutes ago. I have other things occupying my mind... like the smell of his cologne as he stood close to me, his eyes on me that wandered from my own to my heaving chest as I tried to kick him out, filled with all I can read as desire, his shoulders that I'm sure I can rest my head on as my knees buckle, legs wrapped around his waist.
Breathe.
I think I need to stop reading this manhwa it's making me feel all sorts of way. Why will I see Jin this way? Besides seeing him this morning, bare chest, 11 on his abs and a faint happy trail leading to a slight bump just below the fold of the towel wrapped around his waist.
Stop.
Or is it when, more innocently, I looked at him up close in a vulnerable state, peacefully sleeping, his long lashes on his pretty eyes, nose perfect, and his full lips forming into a pout as he make quiet murmurs?
Until he stole my first kiss-slash-felt up, while he is unaware of it all, leaving me confused and frustrated and angry.
I hate him. I think I do. I actually hate him. He hasn't done anything nice for me, not while we were at that dinner for my sister, not when I occasionally see him when I went to meet Yoongi, not when I carried his ass home..on my back and now this, throwing me into confusion on the need to enact a plan because of his lie and mystery on what that wink means!
I need to shower.
I jumped in and turned the water on and as I got drenched I can't help but think he was naked in here too, just this morning. My shower is really small. Could it be that he leaned on this wall? I touched it as if I'll see a mark or trace of him there. I leaned back on the wall imagining that it's his body against mine. I closed my eyes, my left hand groped my breast pretending it's his hand coming from behind me while the other reached down to touch me in the most unholy way. I squatted a little to spread my legs apart and went slowly and firmly against my throbbing bud and finished what I started earlier, finishing with the thought of Jin's hands on me.
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Fanfiction"Don't you drive? Are you Namjoon?" He looked at me, squinting his eyes, trying to focus to confirm his suspicion. "It's Saab. Ellie's sister, remember?" The one you hate and now who's trying to help you. Sometimes a simple encounter is all it take...
