WINE: Kim Namjoon One shots

3️⃣Cute Neighbors 🍷Part 4

Namjoon's POV

The view is incredibly ordinary, yet the emotions surging through me are far beyond anything I could have imagined.

Can someone pinch me, please?

This can't possibly be a dream.

When I open my eyes, I can feel the weight of her body against mine, just as usual. She's peacefully sleeping, her head resting on my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist.

But there's something different. My chest is bare, and I can feel the soft, smooth warmth of her skin against mine.

Why did I choose to cover us under the duvet instead of giving her my t-shirt to wear?

I feel a sense of suffocation washing over me. I'm holding my breath right now. What if she feels embarrassed upon waking up like this?

God, can you explain to me why my fingers are resting on her breast while my hands are wrapped around her back, almost near her chest?

My fingers start to tremble as I feel the softness of her skin. And her scent... she usually prefers a strong woody fragrance, but now it's mixed with the aroma of her arousal.

I close my eyes again, trying to calm myself down. Her warm breath is hitting my chest. I'm certain she can feel my bulge pressing against her abdomen.

Should I stay here to comfort her, or should I leave the bed? What if she thinks I regret what happened last night?

If I listen to my heart, it tells me to hold her even tighter, to run my fingers through her hair, to kiss her cheeks and lips. To stay here like this for a few more minutes. To capture the moment between us, a moment we both craved but didn't expect to happen last night.

I bury my nose in her hair, breathing in the flowery scent of her conditioner.

I flinch when she snuggles closer to me. Maybe my movements disturb her.

Up until now, I've managed to control the urge to kiss her lips, but now, who will control the urge to caress her nipples, which are melting against my chest? The words she spoke last night are still echoing in my ears: "Tongue on nipples and fingers on pussy. Together." 

No. I can't stay here with her. If I remain in bed for a few more minutes, according to my instincts, I might end up sucking her nipples while sliding my fingers deep inside her.

As usual, I leave the bed, silently wishing her a good morning. If she's not here, I use to text her first. But today, I have to leave without saying a word.

Carefully, I slide her hands off my body and ease myself out of bed, trying not to disturb her. The sheets whisper as I extricate myself from their embrace. Her peaceful breathing continues, blissfully unaware of my departure.

Carefully, I slide her hands off my body and ease myself out of bed, trying not to disturb her. The sheets whisper as I extricate myself from their embrace. Her peaceful breathing continues, blissfully unaware of my departure.

Carefully, I slide her hands off my body and ease myself out of bed, trying not to disturb her. The sheets whisper as I extricate myself from their embrace. Her peaceful breathing continues, blissfully unaware of my departure.

I cast a final glance at her peaceful form, then carefully lay out a fresh set of my t-shirt and shorts on the nearby table. Alongside them, I place a sticky note, my words hastily scrawled yet filled with genuine emotion: "I just... I don't want things to be awkward between us. Be fresh and come to the library room. I will wait for you. Love you, Wine. I am belonging to you, remember it." With that, I leave the room, hoping my message conveys the depth of my feelings.