Their Fated Mate

Chapter Forty One

It had been a few days since I had woken up and all I had been doing was drawing, like nonstop for some reason which hadn't happened since I first started to have the dreams about Namjoon years ago. Like it got to the point that I had to be reminded to eat and stuff just because my art had taken over so much of my mind lately. But I guess it kept my mind busy since my mind wasn't entirely my own anymore. 

If I wasn't careful with my thoughts some of the things I thought of could be heard by the guys. It wasn't just like an open channel that was just waiting for me to think something, I had to have wanted them to hear it. And although there had been some things I hadn't wanted them to hear, they still had heard those things. Not embarrassing things thankfully, but things that I didn't exactly want to share with them at that time. 

I sat at my desk, sketching one of them. I was still working on transferring my drawings of them into my bigger sketchbook, I had finished Jungkook's yesterday and now I was on Jin's. I sketched out his figure before actually committing to any details. 

I felt eyes on me all of a sudden and turned around to see Hoseok standing beside the doorway to my room. As long as it was only one of them I didn't mind. I turned back around and went back to drawing, drawing some details now since everything fit perfectly on the paper. 

"So are you going to keep avoiding us or do you want to talk about it?" He asked me and I froze, not entirely sure what he was talking about. 

"I'm not avoiding you guys so to my knowledge there isn't anything to talk about." I told him before setting my pencil down and turning to him. "Do you you think that there's something we need to talk about?" I asked him and he nodded a bit before stepping closer to my chair. 

"You've been distant ever since you woke up and found out we had that telepathic link between us all. And then the other day we over heard some of your thoughts." He said as he was now standing right behind my chair, and I looked up into his eyes. 

"Hoseok, I'm not mad about you guys over hearing what you heard. I've just been drawing a lot." I told him as I looked out the window to see that it was dark outside. Was it already night time?

"You've been drawing to distract your mind so that way we don't over hear anything else that might be inappropriate." He said and I looked back at him as I shook my head. 

"What you guys over heard was hardly inappropriate. All I had thought was now you guys had seen me naked, and yet because of the darkness in the room during the ritual I haven't even seen you guys without your shirts on." I told him as my cheeks heated up slightly as I realized what I had said, and he just gave me a knowing look. "Okay, okay, maybe that's like semi-inappropriate, but it's not like I'm asking to see you all shirtless, because I'm not. I was just stating the fact to myself that you guys have seen me naked." I told him as I could feel my cheeks only get hotter at my own words. 

"You know, technically Yoongi has seen you naked more than once." He told me and I just looked down, not having the courage to look back up at him. 

"Please don't remind me. Thanks to my reaction when I first saw the marks he's seen me naked on two different occasions." I told him as he just placed his finger under my chin, and tipped my head up so I was looking at him. 

"You do know that if you ever want to, what were the words you used?" He asked as he got lost in thought for a bit, before his eyes brightened as he seemed to have remembered. "Ah yes, 'punch my v-card', if you ever wanted to do that at some point at least one of us would see you naked again." He told me as my cheeks now felt like they were on fire as I adverted my attention to somewhere else. 

"Hoseok, I..." I began to say before I was cut off by a very angry Jin scolding me mentally. 

"You haven't eaten more than once today, get down here and have the dinner I prepared or else!!" He had said to me telepathically, and my head hurt from the volume of his words. I winced a bit as I apologized to him telepathically.