Five Year Old Secret

Before

  The smell of vanilla overpowered the smell of sweat. I inhaled the scent, the sweetness filling my lungs. His arms tighten around me pulling me close to his bare chest. My eyes closed, enjoying this moment, a moment I wish would last longer.

  "I really want to stay like this," he mumbled into my hair. Softly kissing my head. "But we have to get up and change before the guys come back. I don't want them to be staring at my babygirl like this."

  I pulled the cover over my head and tried to snuggle close to his warm, sweaty body. "They can't see me now," I yawned. He chuckled as he pulled the cover from my head. I held the cover to my chest as I scooted to the foot of the bed.

  I reached for a black shirt and my underwear, and walked into the bathroom. "Are you gonna shower next or...?" I mumbled, leaving the door open for him.

  The coldness in the bathroom made me shiver, making me wish I was still in bed. "Can you bring me a towel also?!" I yelled. The water steamed warming up the bathroom, I walked in the shower feeling the hot water running down my skin, leaving a hot trail after its place.

  I grabbed the shampoo bottle pouring the cold substance onto my hand. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair before feeling more of the cold shampoo being poured on my head. "What the crap?" I thought out loud. I rinsed my hair again, but feeling more of the shampoo being poured on to my head once again. "Okay, what the shit is going on!?" I yelled. I aggressively washed the shampoo out of my hair.

  The all so familiar windshield wiper laugh was heard along with other laughter of the guys. "You effing idiots, I will fucking fight you right now!" I yelled, turning off the water. I stuck my hand out blindly looking for my towel.

  "Namjoon!" I angrily yelled over the running steps that faded from the bathroom. 'Did he fall asleep or did he also runaway?' I thought. I stuck my head out to check if the coast was clear.

  I grabbed my clothes and placed them over my chest. "Okay, 3. 2. 1." I ran out the door, almost slipping on my wet feet as I turned a corner to Namjoon's room. I slammed the door shut, waking up a sleepy Namjoon. "Dude, I just turned into the fucking flash because you decided to fall asleep and not give me a damn towel."

  He blankly stared at me as if I hadn't just said anything to him. He quietly put his clothes, then grabbed a towel from the pile of clean clothes that we never bothered to fold. "I'm sorry, baby. It's just that our debut is close and we've been working really hard." He wrapped the towel around me, and pulled me to his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around me.

  "I know, but it's just that the guys outnumber me in this prank war thing. And I need back up, and a really good plan to get them back." I whispered, softly giving him a kiss on his chest. I pulled away to finally get dressed.

  The bed dipped, letting me know he sat down beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. Quietly we sat there, enjoying each other's presence. Constantly having our hands on each other, it creates a fear deep within. A known fear between the two of us.

"Itzy?" He whispered, pulling away from our hug. His hands fidgeted on his lap, anxiety showed through his movements. I just stared at his hands, giving him time to calm down, getting the feeling of what the nervousness was for. "Itzy?" He questioned a bit louder. He cleared his throat, his hand rubbing my thigh but flinching away.

I finally looked up to see his face, staring at the wall. His eyes brimmed over with fear. "Hmm?" I quietly hummed, letting him know I finally acknowledged him. There was the need to place my hand on him to assure him everything was alright. But we knew if we continued the strong skinship we would grow more attached to each other it would be hard to part ways.