𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 || Namkook

17.Episode

When he sees no notifications, he tosses his phone onto the bed in exasperation. With a shake of his head, he takes out a towel from his trolley along with the essentials he needs for his shower, trying to push aside the anxiety brewing inside him.

He steps into the compact bathroom, the familiar scent of his favorite citrus-scented soap mingling with the steam from the previous shower. He takes a deep breath, but frustration bubbles to the surface, compelling him to slam the door shut behind him with a resounding thud.

As he strips down, the cool air brushes against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He glances at the mirror, catching his own gaze—his damp hair slightly disheveled and his expression weary. Despite being completely alone, an unsettling sensation creeps over him, as if he's being scrutinized from head to toe by an unseen presence.

With a furrowed brow, he quickly looks away and grabs his toothbrush. He begins the mundane task of brushing his teeth, but in an attempt to lighten his mood, he makes silly faces in the mirror, pulling exaggerated expressions that make him chuckle softly to himself.

Once he finishes brushing, the anticipation of the shower draws him in. He turns on the water, and a shockwave of warmth envelopes him, causing him to gasp as the droplets cascade down his body. Closing his eyes to immerse himself in the sensation, he finds his mind drifting to his husband.

The image of Namjoon’s strong arms wrapped around him from behind brings a rush of warmth through his entire being, almost like a jolt of electricity. He scans the bathroom, fully aware of the solitude surrounding him, yet his yearning gaze reveals his deepest emotions. A longing to see and feel Namjoon envelops him like a thick fog.

A flood of memories washes over him—vivid recollections of their passionate moments spent together; gentle whispers, deliciously wet kisses, and tender touches that melted his heart and ignited his soul. An internal groan escapes him, unable to contain the weight of nostalgia and longing pressing down on him.

He opens his eyes, forcing himself back to the present, and reaches for the shampoo. As he applies it to his hair, the rich lather feels good against his scalp, but his mind wanders again, trailing back to that intoxicating sense of intimacy. The shampoo suds trickle down his neck and chest, unsettling thoughts circling back into his consciousness.

Unable to hold back any longer, he steps out of the steamy shower, the cool air nipping at his skin as he takes a moment to compose himself, breathing deeply to shake off the feelings within.

After thoroughly cleaning himself, he exits the sanctuary of the bathroom, his heart fluttering with excitement as his eyes land on his phone resting on the bed.

He wraps a towel around his neck like a comforting shawl and strides over to the bed, eagerly picking up the device. Unlocking the screen, a broad smile overtakes his face as he reads the latest message from Namjoon.

"Hope my baby arrives safely and on time. Don’t miss me too much and enjoy yourself. I’ll call you at 9:00 PM."

Joy surges through him, and before he knows it, he’s jumping up and down, a small dance of happiness igniting his spirit, as he quickly types back,

"Waiting eagerly, my husband." With his heart swelling with love and anticipation, he quickly gets dressed, the thrill of the planned call spurring him on, and he makes his way to his hyung's room to share the delightful news.