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Chapter 3

On the first morning after Namjoon decided to stay, you found him sleeping outside your bedroom covered in a blanket with three pillows surrounding him. You found the way he had curled up, hugging a large pillow, swaddled up like a burrito adorable until you realized that he was shirtless under the blanket. You face turned hot immediately. You didn't want to pry but you also couldn't deny that you were curious about what he looked like without a shirt. Yes, you were a professional but you also weren't blind. You saw the outline of his very, toned, large, probably firm chest from the day before. And yes you wanted to touch them. Out of curiosity, of course... not at all because you wanted to know what it would feel like to be pressed against them or how it would feel to rake your nails over them while being naked and on top...

With your head thrown back...

Sweaty and...

Okay stop.

You were letting your imagination run wild. These were inappropriate thoughts to have about your new, well-built, hybrid roommate. But could you be blamed? After all, you were only human and apparently a very weak one at that (according to the wolf hybrid). And it had been a while since you were in the company of such a handsome man. Namjoon shifted in his sleep which made his blanket move in a way that revealed his bare shoulder. Not wanting to be the weird perv ogling a stranger, you tip toed over him  to not wake him. You then rushed to the kitchen and splashed your face with cold water to stop anymore dirty thoughts from coming to your mind. You, a professional woman, only needed some coffee and breakfast in the morning and nothing else.

You quickly composed yourself, started brewing coffee and making breakfast. With a top predator like Namjoon, he probably wanted some protein in the morning so the menu would have to include eggs and bacon...possible more sausages as well.  You scurried around the kitchen quietly to begin preparing a feast. Soon, the safe house was filled with the scent of breakfast.  The aroma was reminiscent of your childhood days when your hybrids made you breakfast on exam days. A smile grew on your face as you remembered them fussing around trying to get as much food on your plate. You can't concentrate on an empty stomach, they said.

"Morning," a gruff, deep voice greeted you from behind. You were snapped out of your memories and turned to see Namjoon with his hair sticking up and shirtless. You choked on your own saliva and entered a coughing fit while averting your gaze.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon stepped closer and rubbed your back gently. The feeling of his strong hands on your back made you even more nervous.

"I'm...good..." you spat out while finishing your coughing fit, "It's just uh...could you put a shirt on?"

Namjoon froze on the spot, his tail pointing up in total shock. His eyes widened in horror and he ran out of the kitchen. Once he returned, fully clothed you pointed to the coffee, "Have some coffee. Food will be ready soon,"

Namjoon nodded and shuffled towards the coffee pot trying not to let you see the color of embarrassment on his face. Why was he so stupid? Did you think he was gross now? Did you think he was being a total fucking creep walking around shirtless like that? Okay, he obviously had to be more careful otherwise you'd probably kick him out. Would that be worse than hearing you say you reject him? He didn't really want to find out. Why was he so stupid?

Still scolding himself internally, Namjoon stared at the pot while visualizing himself pouring the hot beverage into a cup. He stood  still with one hand reaching for the pot, but not grabbing it while his mind tried to calculate his next move. Not missing a beat, you opened a cabinet to take out a mug and made your way towards him. You planted the mug into the hand not reaching for the pot which seemed to get Namjoon working again (input successful apparently). As he held the mug, his free hand grabbed the coffee pot and he poured the drink. He slowly sipped it and let out a sigh of contentment as his mind began to fully boot up.