Oh Fuck

18

Wooyoung was the last one to have his yellow card in his hand and seemed to be thinking about which of his embarrassing incidents he should share with us. Grinning, I remembered a few of those stories myself, my best friend had a pretty great talent for jumping into every little hole that was standing around.

"Ok, so one super embarrassing thing happened to me that still sticks with me now because a certain someone here doesn't believe me and thinks I have a kink. A few weeks ago, I wanted to do my laundry and then realized after I threw my clothes in the machine that the fabric softener was empty. So I ran to the pantry and got a new bottle. What I didn't know was that San had just come from the shower and had quickly thrown in the clothes he'd been wearing. Anyway, when the machine was ready, I grabbed the first item and smelled it because I like the fabric softener smell so much. I was sitting there with my clothes on my nose when San came back to check on the washing... His look was more than irritated and only then did I realize that it was his underpants," he said, ending with an embarrassed grin, while San giggled again.

Even though I already knew the story, I had to laugh just as much as the others, but the idea was also too cool.

"But that's not even all, since then I keep finding San's underpants on my pillow because he wants to support me with my kink - which I don't even have..." he said with a sigh.

"You don't have to deny that you like it," San interjected with a laugh, to which Wooyoung just shook his head. We all knew that Wooyoung didn't have an underpants kink, but he didn't know that we were making fun of it and it wasn't just San's underwear that he kept finding.

We talked and laughed for a while before eventually the cameras were turned off and the staff members finally left our house. We had survived the first evening well, while I was literally glued to my husband almost the whole time.

My need for a shower was probably just as great as Yoongi's as we were suddenly both standing in front of our bathroom door.

"Were you stalking me to test my twerking skills?" he asked me with amusement, which made me laugh.

"Actually, I just wanted to take a shower because I'm sticking to it everywhere," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

His eyes began to sparkle.

"Let's go one step further then, build up some familiarity between us... we'll take a shower together." he suggested and pulled me into the bathroom before I could even protest.

He locked the door behind us and turned back to me. Swallowing, I looked at him as his gaze continued to captivate me.

Slowly and deliberately, he lifted a hand and brushed the sticky hair from my face and this simple little gesture sent a sweet tingle flowing through my whole body.

His touches made me lose it every time and so I couldn't keep my eyes open this time either, because I simply enjoyed it too much when he touched me.

Behind my closed eyelids, images suddenly emerged, little fragmentary memories of our first night. Hot kisses, hastily discarded clothes and his lips all over my body... It was only a small fragment, not everything by a long shot, but it was enough to whet my appetite for more.

I bravely bridged the last step between us, pulled his shirt over his head and pressed my lips hungrily to his. His surprise only lasted a few seconds before he turned the tables and, without releasing the kiss, pressed me against the wall before sliding his tongue demandingly into my mouth.