I growled upset when the doorbell sounded through the house a second time, why did Jimin always had to forget his keys?
I stood up from the white sofa on the living room, my eyes not leaving the TV until I was forced to face the door to be able to open it.
— N-Namjoon...—I whispered when his face was the first thing I saw once I opened the door.
Why was he here?!
Jimin hadn't talk with him yet, right? He promised he would let me know as soon as they talked and it had been two weeks since the last time he even mentioned the subject.
I even thought he had actually just forget about it.
— Hey, is Jimin home?—he looked behind me.
— N-not yet—he smiled nodding, his dimples showing on his cheeks.
— Can I step in?—I nodded standing aside so he could get inside the house, while I, was close to hyperventilating.
— Do you want something to drink?—I asked almost running to the kitchen when he moved to the sofa I was previously on.
I searched the room looking for my phone to call Jimin even though I knew I left it in the floor next to the TV, my heart beating faster as I became more nervous.
— Just water would be fine—he yelled back. I forced myself to calm down and serve the glass of water without spilling it all over, breathing a few times before I walked back into the leaving room and handed it to him, Namjoon smiled softly before taking a long sip and putting it in the table next to the sofa—And... what were you doing?
— Oh, I was just laying around—my eyes went to the spot where my phone was.
— C'mon, sit down—he chuckled watching me switch my weight on each foot, I nodded taking a sit next to him at a comfortable distance.
— Why do you seem so nervous?—he frowned.
— I-I'm not... I'm just feeling a little bit sick.
Such a liar.
— Sick? let me see—he moved closer until our knees were touching and rested his palm on my forehead—You do feel kind of hot—he frowned even more, looking concerned, his hand moved down to my neck now, touching softly, I stood up more fast than what I intended.
— I-I'm sorry...—he smiled and nodded, I stopped myself from stepping back when he grabbed my wrist.
His hand pulled me until I ended up sitting on his lap, my body almost moving by his own.
— Jimin talked to me the other day—Oh my God.
Oh
My
God
— He said that you wanted us to...—I interrupted him feeling too overwhelmed.
I was sitting in his fucking lap about to be told that he knew I wanted to have a threesome with him.
— Please don't say it...—his was smile soft, almost like he could understand, his fingers moved from my wrist to my leg, just resting it there.
— You don't need to feel embarrassed—his other hand caressed my hair in a calming way, my eyes stared at my hands resting in my lap—I like the idea too.
— Y-you do?—I hated the way my voice came out almost with hope.
— I wouldn't be here if I didn't—his fingers intertwined in my hair, scratching my scalp lightly making me sigh out of pleasure—Please look at me—I obeyed immediately, our eyes meeting and making my heart skip a beat—I'm gonna kiss you now, ok?—I nodded closing my eyes, his lips meeting mine in a small kiss, not even opening his mouth—Y/N...
