Fate

Chapter 174

Mina's P.O.V.
"How about we take off the clothes?" He gently caressed my skin hidden by my shirt.
"I haven't seen you bare in so long." Kisses were getting scattered down my neck. I had been doing my best to keep his eyes on mine each and every time, but I was failing miserably today. He got touchy, as we had always been, but it was getting more obvious that I had something to hide, and it was getting torturous to resist.
"I'm not a beggar, Foxy."

Finally, I had eye contact and yet, it didn't help me. "You certainly aren't."
I brought his lips to mine once, twice.. I made it last as long as I could, unbuttoning my blouse, his fingers brushing against my bare chest.
"How's that?"

He dropped the sleeve off my shoulder. "A lot better.."
He eagerly pulled the shirt off me. "And that's perfect."
To hell with it.  As if his eyes would focus on anything outside of his direct vision.

I awaited harshness and was met with passion instead. His smirks were everything to me.

Namjoon's P.O.V.
This was my favorite way to lay down. Her skin felt so soft. Her heartbeat being the soundtrack of the moment. My hair getting gently brushed by her fingers soothed me nicely. Mine were on her right arm, tracing patterns on her uninked skin. I could see a faint pink tint near her underarm. The hint of a scar, the thing she didn't want to tell me. "Joonie?"
My invisible doodles neared it. She moved her arm closer to her side. "It's tickling, stop it."

"I'll stop when I get to see what my eyes glanced at, Kitten." I wasn't trying to catch her. There's nothing to catch, she didn't commit a crime, technically. My tone was far from accusatory, but somewhat stern.

"Dammit.. Alright, but I have something to tell you first.."
Finally.
"I didn't just get my appendix removed. I got my loose skin removed too.. On my upper arms, my thighs and by my lower back."
Mina, don't look so scared. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad. I told you I'd wait, but I couldn't."

At another time, I probably would've been angry. I shouldn't lie to myself, I still was. I had somewhat been upset, more hurt than upset actually. I brushed my fingers against the scar with a faint smile on my face. "It looks nice. You're happy?"

She didn't know how to answer. "I- Uhmm.. Very much so. It feels a lot better.. Looks a lot better too." I caught her staring at herself in the mirror a couple of times, a grin on her face.

She never looked bad, but it did look better, mostly because it made her more confident and less worried about what outfits she'd have to wear for work, or getting critiqued. I could tell. Seeing her on stage with shorts for the first time with Le Sserafim was something. That smile, the short hair flipping.. Her cute ass in that denim? "That's all that matters, doesn't it?"

"Why aren't you upset? I hid something important. Where's the catch?"

"I know. I'm hurt.. There's one thing though." I whispered into her ear.
"I knew."
She froze. How about I tell a half truth myself?
"You were only showing me your face for a while and you've been exclusively wearing sleeves that cover you to your elbows."

She eased down. "Look.. If I had told you, you would've been on a plane for Seoul and it wasn't what I wanted for Bangtan at all. They needed you."
I debated dropping the shows in Morocco and South Africa so bad. The only thing keeping me there were her little videos and her constant reminder that ARMY waited 3 years for this. I couldn't let the fans and the group down. But it felt like torture to play dumb.
"Do you like how it looks?"

I gave her a peck. Hopefully, it didn't feel too harsh.
"I've always loved how you look. I do like how confident it makes you feel. I just wish you had told me. It's major."
I couldn't emphasize how BIG of a thing it was. What she did was dangerous.
Another kiss.. Finally, she was smiling.
"You're wearing shorts on stage. Why wouldn't that make me happy?"