The Cute Doctor//Namjin//boyxboy

//Part III//

I walked into Namjoon's apartment, and looked around. The color scheme was black, white, and beige with a large white sofa in the middle of his living room, and a black flatscreen TV sitting in front of it.

I looked around in awe, not having expected his home to look this way. I was more expecting him to take me to a dark alley, tie me up, and... Well, you know what would have come next.
And it worries me that I would have gladly allowed him to.

As my eyes looked over every crevice of his apartment, he walked into his small kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.
"You like?" He asks, smirking a bit.
I then realize I was allowing my mouth to hang open a bit and looked like a child at a playground.

I glanced back at him and mumbled, "Yeah..." Almost incoherently.

It was then that he pulled two sodas out of his fridge and walked over to me, handing me one of them.
"Would you like to sit?" He invited, as he sat down on the sofa.
"Oh...I'm afraid to spill the soda on it..." I replied shyly.

He patted the cushion beside him and smiled, then grabbed my arm to pull me down on it.
"B-But..." I began, before he cut me off,
"It's fine. I wouldn't mind even if you did. After all, if we are together it may happen a few times."

That shocked me.
Together?? I just met the man, and he's thinking we may end up together one day?
"U-uh... Sir- I mean, Namjoon, don't you think it's a little too early to be talking about that kind of thing? We just met and at a hospital."

He simply chucked at that, and replied, "Do you not want to in the future?"
I was silent for a few seconds, but then said,
"No, it's not that, it just... Surprised me, that is all."

Namjoon turned the tv on to a romantic movie, Takumi-Kun.
He pulled me closer to him and kept his arm around my waist, holding onto me tightly.
This made it a bit difficult to drink, but there was no need to when my hands were shaking from nervousness.

It took quite a while, about 40 minutes into the movie, for him to finally turn to me.

He silently moved closer, glancing from my eyes to my lips, almost hungrily.
He was just an inch or so from my face, when he captured my lips with his own.

At first, I was still, not wanting to ruin the moment, but slowly began to move as well, just noticing how his tongue moved into my mouth.

It was sweet and slow at first, but then became rough, with him moving his hands up and down my body, sometimes stopping to grab my ass.

He pulled away for a moment, and I could see the lust in his eyes and his swollen pink lips.

He brought his hand up to my face, and gently pushed my hair out of my eyes.

Then whispered, "You're beautiful."