WINE: Kim Namjoon One shots

3️⃣Cute Neighbors 🍷Part 5

Suddenly, I feel a void engulfing me. I clutch the duvet closer to my chest, snuggling my face into its side, expecting Namjoon to be there as usual. Because if I were in my room, the duvet would be on the floor. 

The delicate floral perfume of his body lotion would still wrap around my body. Within a moment, two things hit me like a truck. 

One, Joonie isn't here, and two, I can't feel any string on my body.

I cautiously take a small sneak peek under the duvet. Fuck.

The memories of last night flood my mind. I had my first orgasm.

Even not by his fingers, but by his tongue.

What the fuck. Is that even real??

I want to scream in happiness and blush hard, like a shy baby. How am I going to meet him now? How will I sit on his lap? How will I hug him? Everything feels so different now.

I crave him as my husband. It's my damn dream I pray will come true.

Now, I will start to interpret the meaning behind his touches. His silence speaks louder than words, and for support, I not only sit by his side but will also give him bone-crushing hugs and sloppy kisses to wipe off his stress. I can casually sit on his lap as I did before, but now there's a newfound physical tension between us. I will begin to observe his warm breath touching my skin.

Everything is changing beautifully and drastically. I hug myself under the duvet, still feeling his soft touches against my skin.

I touch the place beside me; it's still a little warm from his body heat. I shift my body toward that warm spot on the bedsheet, snuggling my nose into it. I yearn to feel his warm body against mine.

I ponder; he left me alone. Then again, the thought hits me: how will I show my face if he were here? I pull the duvet over my head in shyness. Oh, God, in daylight, he would get to see my body shape, body fats, those stretch lines. Jesus. After all, he has an IQ of 148. He knows what to do with me.

I lift my body a little, clutching the duvet closely. What if he's in the washroom? I glance there, but the door is locked. Then I notice he placed my clothes from last night in the bucket and the new set in the corner of the bed.

His caring behaviors remind me of the moment after he gave me the orgasm. He delicately cleaned my legs with my wet wipes. His facial expression was funny when he bought those. I felt so shy, but he acted like a caring hubby.

Namjoon POV 

I come back home during lunchtime. I have to check some drafts of lyrics that some singers sent me, but I can't focus. My mind is consumed by thoughts of her. Is she just feeling shy to meet me, or is she regretting what happened last night? Is it just a momentary desire for her, or does he really prefer Hobi over me?

I try to shake off these insecurities as I sit down at my desk, trying to concentrate on the lyrics. But her presence lingers in my thoughts, making it difficult to focus. I decide to take a break and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I decide to take a sneak peek from the window to her room. It's a sad fact that our room doesn't have a balcony view; only her room's back view is visible through the kitchen window. As I glance outside, I realize she hasn't come back from college yet.

A sense of determination fills me. I need to take her on a proper date, propose to her, and marry her as soon as possible. After she completes her final exams for her master's degree, I am certain that uncle and aunt will start searching for a suitable groom for her if we don't propose soon. We have to sort this out quickly.