𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

35

"I'm gonna cuddle you until you tell me to get off of you," Namjoon groans in the crooked of your neck as he buries his head and holds you by the waist, one of his veiny hands underneath your shirt.

You both smile at each other, brimming with the happiness and comfort he brings you whenever he's there. One of your hands scratches the back of his head just the way he likes it, and he hums contentedly every time your long nails make contact with his scalp.

You're enjoying this more than he is, though, since making him feel pleased is what satisfies you.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and you were sitting in bed with your back against the headboard, working on your laptop with him nestled next to you. You just had a few minutes before Sooya and the two girls came so you figured you might as well tackle some office work to kill time.

Your plan to leave the city before noon to begin traveling to your parent's house in the countryside, which you expected to take less than four hours, was taking longer than necessary.

"You're never going to let go then," you say, obviously indicating that you don't want him to stop touching you, and he chuckles in your ear but lifts his head to get a better look at your face. "Are you joining me in the shower as soon as you're done here?"

His offer almost made you give in much too easily, but the thought of Sooya running into trouble on the way here made you anxious.

"I'd love to. But someone has to watch the doorbell," you shake your head, knowing his real intention behind the offer.

"Alright. I'll be quick so we can head out when they arrive." He slides his hands away from your body, sticks one in his pocket, and rolls out on his side of the bed.

"All we have to do is load our belongings into the car, right?" Namjoon says this while moving some strands of his hair away from his face, and you admire his features from across the room.

Sending him a grateful grin as you were reminded of the time he made in his busy schedule for this very important trip that meant a lot to you. "Yes, I've packed everything we'll need in one luggage, which should be enough for our stay there."

Three days weren't much, but it was more than enough for a busy CEO like him. Besides, you weren't bothered by it.

"Thank you, love," he says appreciatively, "I wanted to help but it seemed like I was making things much more difficult than it was."

"I don't mind," you tell him as you pull your hair into a haphazard bun and close your laptop so that you can start getting ready. "It's therapeutic for me."

You already informed the office that you would be absent due to a family emergency, and happily, Mr. Bang agreed, but only after striking a bargain that would require you to take on one more case once you get back.

"Wish I could say the same," he said as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. When you push by him to go to the walk-in closet leading to the bathroom, his toned stomach flexes in front of your eyes. "Things that involve organizing stress me out even more."

With the two spaces joined, you could see him enter the walk-in shower and close the cubicle, which did nothing to conceal his nude appearance. The sight of Namjoon hurling the last piece of clothing out the door before the water springs to life from the full-body mirror in front of you.

"I can feel you burning holes in my ass, Y/N." His booming voice echoes in the bathroom as if he can sense your predatory gaze.

"How'd you know?"

Frankly, he made a wild guess that you'd been staring at him since he knows you were engaging, and when you grew silent, he became suspicious.

"I always know."