It had been two days since he brought me here and I was fucking angry. What was the point of keeping me here, chaining me, not allowing me to leave, if he wasn't going to touch me.
I think he knew I was pissed too because I stayed in my room with Wednesday. He asked me on more than one occasion to go into the living room. He offered to watch movies, play games, cook together, or even look online for a kitten for Wednesday, but I refused.
Mostly I think my ego was wounded.
He didn't have any plans to touch me. At all.
The fucking ludicrousy of that blew my mind.
I was sulking if I'm honest. My confidence took a hit because I wanted him to be the one to be unable to keep his hands to himself. To give in to his desires, keeping the woman of his desires all to himself.
But the fucking righteousness.
It didn't make sense.
But that's when I decided to make my own move.
It was late that night, when Namjoon knocked on my door for the 5th time that day.
"Lyric." I heard him call to me. "Please talk to me. I know you're upset but you cant seclude yourself in your room, its not healthy."
I almost laughed out loud at that. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, running my plan through my head one last time before I put it to action. Listening to him continue to talk through the door.
"Please Lyric."
I got up, changed into a dress made with soft material, not bothering to put on a bra this time. I heard the knock at the door again, rolling my eyes at his incessant determination.
I waited to hear the knock one more time, before opening the door, and catching him off guard.
"You are annoying." I said to him, making him crack a smile.
"I don't mean to be." He said. "But you cant stay in here all day every day."
"Why not?" I asked. "You don't want anything to do with me, remember?" I taunted him walking passed him and making my way down the hallway. I made it to the living room, knowing he was hot on my trail.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you said so yourself, you have no intentions on touching me." I pouted, plopping down on the couch. I moved perfectly because my dress flared up a bit, showing a lot of my thigh.
"You cant mean, that I don't have desires for you." He said, his eyes glued to mine. He almost looked offended.
"What else can I think? You had cameras in my apartment, and didn't watch me shower? You didn't watch me change? You didn't watch me touch myself?" I asked him. The look on his face was almost agast. As if saying such a thing was blasphemy.
"You think I'd go through all this trouble to keep you here because I don't want you? Because I don't absolutely lust after you?" He asked.
"You wont touch me."
"Because I respect you. I didn't watch you shower because I am not a creep. I didn't watch you change because that was your time. I didn't want to be the creepy stalker. Just...your admirer."
I paused.
"So...you did watch me masturbate?"
He paused, looking as if he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked away from me, his leg bouncing in nervousness.
"Namjoon?"
"I just...I didn't want to."
"No?"
"I mean...I did, but..."
