The Switch

Torn

You awoke to soft rays of sunlight peeking through Namjoon's curtains. You blinked slowly before rolling over to your other side.

Namjoon was laying on his stomach, shirtless, with his arms crossed under his head. You folded one arm under your head and admired him while he slept.

He snored ever so softly, humming every few minutes as he dreamed. You found yourself smiling as you watched him.

He was truly beautiful. His skin was silky smooth and perfect all across his body. Not one flaw was to be found. His hair was soft and fell perfectly across his forehead. His lips had a perfect curve to them with a plumpness that almost made you jealous.

You reached a hand out to caress his cheek with your thumb softly. He let out a soft "hmm" as he blinked his eyes open, grinning at the sight of you.

"Good morning beautiful."

His voice was deep and raspy having just woken up. It made your stomach do somersaults.

"Morning." You flashed a shy grin at him.

You started to move your hand away from his face just as he grabbed on to your wrist, pulling your body into his suddenly. You gasped at the swift motion as he turned on his side to face you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his head on top of yours.

As swooned as you felt, Namjoon's words played over and over through your head like a bad song you couldn't get rid of.

"I don't get into relationships. I don't have girlfriends. I have women that I fuck, nothing more."

You couldn't help but be confused by the stark contrast in his words and his actions. He said he didn't have relationships or girlfriends, but here he was, cuddling you the morning after as if the two of you were dating.

But as confused as you were, you weren't going to deny that you loved the feeling of being in a man's arms. Especially when that man was Namjoon.

You couldn't lie and say you weren't developing feelings for him, but you knew he didn't feel the same way for you. So you simply decided to enjoy the moment for as long as it would last. You were probably only setting yourself up to be hurt, but you'd deal with that when/if the time came.

"Wanna go get some breakfast, baby?" He purred, stroking your hair lightly.

You shivered as chills covered your body. Burying your face in his bare chest you let out a muffled "Yes please."

Maybe he could be boyfriend material after all?

You started to get out from under the covers to make your way to the bathroom. Namjoon watched as his silk sheets fell smoothly from your naked body. He admired you with a loving look on his face as you left his bedroom to go take a shower.

He knew he was developing feelings for you. He just didn't know what to do about it. Why else would he have reacted the way he did when he saw you with that guy at the club last night?

He glanced down under the covers and realized he was hard.

"Fuck, y/n. What are you doing to me?" He groaned under his breath as he rolled his face into the pillow.

"I'm..not doing anything?"

Namjoon jumped at the sound of your voice, sitting up in the bed. You were standing back at his bedroom door, peeking in. Once you had gotten to the bathroom, you realized you didn't have any clothes to change into. So you came back to tell him when you heard him talking to himself.

"Um, what's wrong? Did you have everything you need?" Namjoon managed to stutter out. You eyed him carefully. He seemed flustered.

You grinned softly and looked down at the floor.

"It's just that I don't have any clothes to wear. So I'll have to go home before we go out."

He dropped his head as if just realizing the same thing.

"Okay. You can just throw on one of my hoodies and a pair of my sweatpants after your shower. We can stop by your house on the way to breakfast so you can change."

Namjoon looked back up at you. Your cheeks were flushed as you averted your eyes back to the floor. He grinned at your reaction, showing both of his dimples.

"Okay."

You skipped back across the hall and into his bathroom, feeling light and giddy for some reason. Once you were in the shower, you submerged yourself in deep thought. You let the water run down your face as you closed your eyes.

Why was Namjoon so confusing? One minute he was telling you that this whole arrangement would be just sex, and nothing more. He even went as far as to tell you that he didn't do relationships. If he went so far as to make that point to you on the first night he met you, he was serious about it, right?

But then on the other hand, he was doing boyfriend shit. He cuddled with you this morning and called you sweet pet names. He was about to take you out for breakfast and even offered you his clothes to wear. He got insanely jealous when he saw you at the club with Jimin.

Jimin.

You had completely forgotten about Jimin up until right now. Flashbacks from the club came flooding into your memory. How his eyes roamed over every curve of your body while he spoke. How he spun you around on the dance floor and rocked his hips in sync with yours. How natural you felt with him.

And how Namjoon stormed in and literally drug you away.

You were head over heels for Namjoon, but you weren't sure if he reciprocated those feelings for you. You knew better than to catch feelings for him in the first place because he told you up front what this was. But here you were, with feelings. Deep ones.

But on the other hand, things didn't feel complicated in the short time you spent with Jimin. Things felt so easy with him. The way he licked his lips as he looked at you. How his hands felt on your skin as you swayed together.

"Fuck, y/n, you don't know this man. Maybe all he wants is sex too!" You thought to yourself.

You were so torn on how to feel. All you could do was rub your face in frustration as the water continued to run down your body.