The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

Part Four - 432ParkAvenue

"Hmmm..." A grumbling voice moaned.

What is that? Who's in my house?

My eyes shot open, a black material laid directly in front of my face. I looked down to see my ankles tangled with another pair.

So it wasn't all a dream.

I leaned back slightly and a hand moved in my hair.

Even in his sleep he's possessive.

I reached a hand up to move the blanket, careful not to wake the slumbering man I'd become so quickly involved with.

He must've gotten up to get this after I fell asleep.

I slid the material, which was rolled up messily between us, down over what I found to be his stomach. I stared at the golden skin, feeling a particular warmth tingling in my gut. Images of him lying naked on couch flashed through my memory.

Hnmgh, god, why is he so hot?

I delicately moving my legs out of their place and lifted his limp wrist from my head, replacing it with a warm spot on the blanket. I eased my way back, making sure to fill the empty spaces by stuffing the material there instead. I sat up on the edge of the seat, slowly standing from the cushions before turning to look over his sleeping body.

He's so peaceful.

It seemed odd to me to find him so captivating in this state, but he held some serene quality I just couldn't quite put my finger on. I felt so comfortable with the whole scenario, too. Normally, I'd have been afraid of being a bumbling, awkward mess as soon as he woke up but our chemistry had felt so smooth that it just didn't seem to matter. I still felt shy, but not so much that it would hinder my actions.

I walked over to the loft where my clothes were stacked neatly in a pile, my phone laying on top. I paused for a moment, looking over the memorable place in the apartment. I sat in the same place as before, in the same position, simply remembering the events of the previous night.

'Mmm... Delicious.'

His words echoed in my mind.

I smiled at the thought, savoring the memory.

"I can't believe that actually happened to me..." I muttered to myself.

What happens now? 

I picked up my phone and the pile of clothes before I made my way back to where Hoseok was sleeping, opening the camera app. I couldn't help but save a frame; I wanted to remember him after my vacation was over, even if I never saw him again.

I snapped a picture of him from close up, before moving over to the counter; the artistic part of me wanting to capture the immaculate scene. I held up my camera to center the frame. The dim room was lit with cloudy, blue light streaming through the enormous windows; the city skyline in the background. The darkened foreground, the minimalistic styling of the decor, and his body stretched across the couch under the navy blanket, made it simply marvelous. I snapped the photo.

Perfect.

I continued on down to the short hallway, examining the space for a bathroom. I pushed open the cracked door straight ahead of me, peeking in to see a sink and toilet. I closed the door on my way in, taking a moment to relieve myself before washing my hands and face. What was left of the make-up Jen had applied rinsed down the sink, leaving my skin feeling soft and fresh. I looked into the expansive mirror, seeing small, fair bruises along my jaw.

Shiiit.

I leaned in closer to see tiny claw marks even on my cheeks.

He must've done that in the elevator...