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

Part Six - Red

A warm, shaking feeling flushed through my body as he pulled me across the hall, pushing open the door into his bedroom. My heart pounded out of control as I stepped into the new space.

He flicked on a light switch by the door, turning on two warmly colored lamps on either side of the mattress.

An enormous window like the ones in the living room displayed the nighttime city scape on the far wall. A neatly made, king-sized bed filled the center of the room, the back facing the shared wall of the living room. A smaller, but still very large TV hung on the wall directly in front of it, with a stand below it holding an Xbox, games, and remotes.

I looked around to see hanging paintings around the the space, and up to see hooks screwed into the ceiling above the bed.

Why does he need hooks over the bed?

I watched him stroll to a sliding door to the right, opening it and flicking an adjacent switch to light up a sizable walk-in closet. 

I followed closer, watching from behind as his long arms lifted his shirt over his head. His shoulder blades spread and contracted, the sharp bones poking out under his tanned, golden skin as he tossed the clothing into a hamper along the wall. He stepped inside and reached up to a stack of clothes on a wooden shelf, pulling down something black. He turned, tossing it to me.

I caught the material and examined it.

Is he going to make me wear some weird sex clothes?

"Is this... a bathing suit?" I asked as I unfolded the pair of plastic-y shorts.

"That's right, babe," he grabbed another pair, turning to face me. His baggy pants hung loosely over his legs as he walked closer, the fine lines of his upper half prominently displayed.

My chest tingled delightfully at the pet name and the suppressed fire in my gut flickered uncontrollably. "We're actually going swimming...?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, reaching for the rim of my jeans. "You agreed artwork should be displayed." He caught his lower lip in his teeth, guiding me backwards toward the bed as he undid the button, tugging down the zipper. "I wanna' see you without all these extra clothes."

Ohhh my god, stay calm, Jimin.

My breath caught at the sensual action, my blood pounding through my tingling fingers. "Yeah, but I thought we were gonna-" I stopped, my shyness taking over before the words came out.

He pushed me back, my knees buckling as I stepped into the mattress and fell to sit. "Thought we were going to what, Jimin?" he teased with a smirk. His fingers hooked around the rim of his pants and pushed the layers of material down, falling to the floor and leaving him completely exposed.

Holy fuck.

I turned my head to the side and rolled my neck back to look up. "Aghh, Hoseok!" I laughed shyly. I dropped the shorts to the side and leaned back on my hands, wanting but unable to look at him.

He let out a loud laugh. "What?" he asked, clearly enjoying embarrassing me. "You can look," he enticed confidently. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

I fell back, laying on the bed and covering my eyes with my sleeves. "I had alcohol then," I pointed out. "You can't expect me to be as confident as you, I've never even stripped for one person, much less a room full of people."

He shuffled around for a moment before I felt him crawling over me on his hands and knees. He gripped my wrists, tugging them to the side and pinning them down under his weight. His eyes stared into mine intensely. "We're going to have to change that," he smirked.