Never not

4.Dresspassing

"And when Y/n and Hobi hyung were playing in their bedroom, I went to the beach with Yoongi hyung," Jimin kept summarizing what happened during the vacation.

"B!tch?" Taehyung asked as he raised his head up from the bag of Cheetos.

Laughing a little, you just placed your cards on the table, a cocky smile on your face to celebrate your victory.

"Ugh! Go to hell!" Namjoon cursed as he slumped against the couch.

"Joonie, where do you think I came from?" You asked, ruffling his hair playfully.

"You're really good at games," he mumbled while huffing a little.

"I never play fair, and I always win," you shrugged your shoulders, fist bumping Yoongi as you both shared the same swaeg.

"My soulmate hates losing," Jimin added in a cautious tone that made you chuckle. "Y/n, how do you ask someone out?" He asked with curious eyes as he sat beside you.

"That's really easy. You open the door and say, 'Get out. You're bothering me,'" you explained and Jin choked on the mango slice.

Looking at your husband who just came to you from the changing room, you blinked your eyes.

And then you laughed out a little as you faced him, raising your arm to playfully hit him in one move. But he caught your wrist and your laugh caught in your throat.

A mischievous grin curved your mouth as you raised your other hand to hit him. He reached over and caught that wrist too, gently pinning your arms above your head, to the couch, as he straddled your hips.

The space between you both boiled your blood.

"You're dresspassing," you mumbled as one of his hands slipped under your shirt, caressing your bare back.

"Oh man holy sh!t," Jungkook said and you both jumped away from each other.

What the hell were you doing?

The fetus who just entered the room looked at you and Hoseok with wide eyes, still munching on his carrot.

(A/n: Banana milk be heartbroken)

Jin had choked on his mango slice once again as the other boys looked at you and your husband like watching por- Ah, hell no!

"What?" You snapped and they just looked away while you stood up from the couch and walked away.

Well, you walked away with Hoseok to the changing room.

This has been happening for a few days now. Him breakfasting on you and making out now and then. Nothing more, and unexplainable.

Once inside, he pressed you up against the mirror, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms went around his neck, his lips on yours.

And the mole on his upper lip because, honestly, it's forever the sexiest thing.

You felt him bite on your lower lip, then his tongue running up the side of your neck, nibbling on your ear. He knew that you loved to get your neck kissed.

Maybe making out for another half an hour would help you figure things out.