Hell'O' Brother 🔞

Chapter 7 : 🎀 Mornings

"Not every embrace offers comfort some hold secrets that only reveal themselves in the light of truth."
-Vespera

In the soft glow of the early morning light, YN stirred gently. The plush pillows cradled her head, the faint aroma of mint and citrus lingering from the night's activities, as she felt the warmth of a familiar body next to hers. She turned to find herself face to face with Namjoon, or at least she thought it was him, his chiseled features and sleepy gaze greeting her with the same warmth she had grown accustomed to over the years. A smile danced across her lips as she reached out to trace the contours of his face, her mind replaying the whirlwind of passion that had engulfed them the night before. It was a night filled with laughter, shared secrets, and an intensity that had left them both breathless, and she could still feel the echo of his heartbeat in her chest.

she slipped out of bed, pulling on Namjoon's shirt that hung loosely over her frame. His scent enveloped her like a comforting embrace, making her smile. Padding down the hallway, she made her way to the kitchen. The house was silent, except for the distant hum of morning life beginning outside.

The kitchen was cozy and sun-drenched, a perfect picture of domestic bliss. She began preparing breakfast, her hands moving automatically as she cracked eggs and brewed coffee. The sizzling sound of the pan filled the space, and she hummed a light tune, completely at ease.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sensation of strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind. pulling her closer to the heat of a body that was not quite the one she had been expecting. She gasped in surprise, her eyes shooting wide open as she looked over her shoulder to see the twin's mischievous grin, a mirror image of Namjoon's, yet holding a hint of something different, something unexplored.A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned into him, a smile spreading across her lips.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered, his voice a deep rumble that sent a thrill through her.

"Good morning. Namjoon." she replied, laughter lacing her words. But as soon as she spoke his name, she felt him tense. It was subtle, but enough for her to notice. She turned her head slightly, catching the way his jaw clenched, but his expression quickly shifted, and he smiled at her, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Before she could say anything, he tilted her chin up and captured her lips in a kiss. It was rougher than usual, more urgent, as if he were trying to drown out something unsaid. She responded instinctively. fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid over her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath the fabric of his shirt.

She broke away for a moment, breathless. "You're different this morning." she teased, running her fingers down his arms.

He suddenly kiss her, the kiss was gentler, but it still carried an intensity that left her weak. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the kitchen counter. The cool marble met the warm skin of her thighs, heightening the electric tension between them.

His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped softly as he pushed the shirt she wore higher, his hands exploring the curves of her body.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hands slip under her shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing the softness of her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her core. The room spun for a moment as she realized the gravity of the situation, but his touch was so tender, so Namjoon-like, that she found it hard to resist. He began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan. Her body responded to him naturally, craving the familiar sensation of his embrace, even as her mind screamed for her to stop and question his identity.