Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Coffee

The next few days seem to crawl by since the guys are absent from sun up to sun down as they prepare for their concert/promo trip to Japan. They jump from dance rehearsals to interviews to studio sessions to PT like madmen, all while being filmed for their various online channels. They have to be exhausted, yet they never hesitate to give me an uplifting smile and ask about my day whenever I get to see them.

Since I'm on a better sleep schedule now, I've been waking up much earlier and cooking breakfast for them before they leave for the day, which has definitely been a hit. Nothing fancy, really, just whatever I can scrounge up that they can grab and go, but they've all been very grateful for the gesture.

"Good morning, Vi," Namjoon beams entering the kitchen before the others have made their way in. He's so handsome with his hair damp from a shower although he still looks tired. They didn't get home until after midnight and it's barely eight in the morning.

"Morning. There's coffee and breakfast. You sleep well?"

He nods. "As well as I could." He moves his head from side to side, wincing in pain.

"You ok?"

He nods but says, "Just sore muscles."

I put down my own coffee cup and go over to where he sits at the kitchen island. "Here. Let me."

Namjoon is tense at first touch, but he instantly relaxes as I begin to knead his shoulders slowly. I can literally feel the tightness unwinding under my fingertips. He lets out a low groan, and the sound triggers something to twist deep in my belly. What the hell? The boy is in pain. And I'm getting turned on by it? I need prayer.

"Good morning," Jimin coos in his sing-song voice. He comes over to where I'm massaging Namjoon and leaves a sweet peck on the side of my forehead.

That's...new. Sorta.

Two nights ago, he mindlessly gave me a kiss on the cheek before he stumbled to bed after a long, tiring day. He realized what he did as soon as his lips left my skin, especially since both Hoseok and Taehyung were standing right there. But I smoothed it over by giving him a smile and returning the gesture on his cheek so he didn't feel awkward about it. I guess it worked, because he's been doing it ever since. And honestly, I like it. 

Jimin is an anomaly. On one hand, he is a cuddly, adorable baby that you just want to squeeze and spoil. On the other, he's drop-dead gorgeous and off-the-charts sexy, and I often find myself fantasizing about his sensual dance moves in a more intimate capacity. But I've concluded that Jimin's kisses are innocent. He's just affectionate. And I love that he's comfortable enough to show affection towards me.

"You want coffee?" I ask him.

He nods then snags a strip of bacon off the platter of breakfast stationed on the table.

"What's on the schedule today?" I ask, just as Jungkook and Jin trudge in. They look so exhausted that it breaks my heart. Jin gives me a playful little poke as he passes to grab caffeine. Jungkook spares me a heart-stopping glance and a sweet smile.

"Meeting with the stylists, rehearsal, meetings. Wrapping up last minute things," Namjoon answers. I finish his massage and before I can even step away, Jin sits down beside him and points to his own sore muscles, gazing back at me with puppy dog eyes and his lower lip poked out. Of course, I can't say no to him or his worldwide shoulders.

"Stylists?"

"Yeah. New hair," Jimin answers around a bite of food.

"You guys are changing your hair?"

He grins slyly. "Surprise."

I look to Jungkook who already seems to be gazing at me. I don't even have to say a word before he shakes his head.