Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Twenty Two

Jung Hoseok

"Why are you looking at me like that for, hm?" I tease, smiling as my strong lovely mate follows after me into our room, practically stalking me. Our new bedroom inside the new home we just bought together.
Namjoon's government job has finally paid off and we saved enough to move in together.
The larger man growls from behind and tackles me, taking me to the bed effortlessly. I groan as his rough hands remove my clothes a little too easily. Too fast.
We've waited so long for this, though. Our families both consented to our bonding but because of his job as a soldier, we decided to wait to actually begin the mating and soul bonding process.
Although we've known each other most of our lives and knew we'd be together eternally...this will be our first time. Our first official mating. My heart beats rapidly in my chest with fear and equal amounts of anticipation as Namjoon pins me down impatiently and devours my mouth.
I lock my body around his, loving the playful fight brewing between us.
"Do you know how long I've dreamed of this moment? Putting me off for years..." He grumbles.
Grinning, I run my hands over his naked chest and abs. "It will be worth it, don't you think?"
He scoffs. "Justify it however you want, you tyrant, but it's still cruel. I've wanted you for far too long and yet you've denied me..."
Lifting up, I cup his face and stare into his dark lustful eyes. "I'm not denying you now, am I? Touch me. Love me. Make me regret putting it off." I groan.
He doesn't need to be told twice. His dark rumbling words of want are whispered into my ears as he takes control of my body, marking it accordingly. Teasing me in ways I've never imagined possible.
It's like I'm floating. Being with Namjoon. My mate. My heart. My everything. I've never once thought of anyone else. We were created for one another. We complete each other. Have since childhood. Will forever.
When we discovered I could produce children...well then. It was settled. Namjoon would take me for his own. Perhaps I should not have kept him longing for this. I should have given in but I just wanted it to be special and unforgettable.
I was afraid if I gave him all of me right before he entered training school for the military that it would become overshadowed and the memory replaced. No, I was right to hold him off.
I'm fertile now, anyway. I'm going to give him everything. I'm going to give him the family he's always dreamed of. Everything will be perfect just like his touch on my overheated skin.
"Are you ready for me, my heart?" He rasps against my lips, rubbing my outer thighs, hesitating. Like a true gentleman.
Smiling, I touch his cheek. Staring into the eyes I know I will never tire of meeting. "I'm ready—"

I wake in a cold sweat, blood pumping and cock hard. Gasping, I shakily turn on the lamp beside my bed and swallow hard.
What...what the hell.
Licking my dry lips, I try to calm my body—inside and out—and just breathe. Namjoon. Why did I dream of someone I don't know. Just the name. Getting up, I pace. Namjoon. My heart and body both ache hearing the name.
That man in my dream...is that really him or did my mind make it up? But why? I've never seen anyone like that before.
And that whole situation...not possible. I'm not gay. I'm straight. I like women. Why would I dream of being fucked by a guy? And so...sappily. That's not me. God, I was acting so...submissive. Feminine almost.
Also not me.
Groaning, I plop back down on my bed and put my head in my hands. I feel like I'm going crazy! All this stress is getting to me. Like my mind is trying to distract me by creating crazy vivid dreams of ridiculousness. Has to be it.
I ignore the tears filling my eyes as I clench my fists, wanting to rip out my hair. Namjoon is real. Whether or not he's the same man from my dream...I'm not sure but I know I feel an undeniable connection to him somehow.
I think over every part of my dream, snorting. Men being able to have children? Hilarious. Impossible. Why would I even entertain such a crazy thought. Me—having a baby. Ha.
Flopping back down on the bed, I grasp for the military patch and hold it over my head, observing it. Kim Namjoon. Who is this man and what does he have to do with me...or with Jin?
     The feeling of familiarity refuses to fade. That dream front and center in my mind. My body still reliving the unbelievably realistic touches from his hands.
     Stop this. Throw it away. But I can't. It's my only lead to Jin's disappearance. My only chance of finding him. I have to find him. No matter how long it takes.
      And the man...I have to find him too. I need to at least ask him if he knows me. This can't be so completely one sided. The feeling is too strong. I'm not crazy. Surely.
      A knock at my door startles me and I drop the patch on my face. The smell hits me hard and I groan. It smells amazing. Again—familiar. I know it from somewhere but can't remember. Ugh.
     Forcing myself up, I stride over and open the door. I'm surprised as Hwasa stumbles into my arms, sobbing.
     "Hwasa! What's wrong?" I pull her into my dorm and help her sit down.
     Wiping her eyes, she trembles, wet from rain. "They've given up. They stopped searching for Jin."
      My heart drops. "W-What? How can they just—"
    "They said there's no trace. Nothing to go on. They've given up. He's gone, Hobi. He's n-never coming back."
      A lump forms in my throat as I hug her tightly. A pain like I've never felt before nearly consumes me. Despair and worry.
     And regret. If I can't find Jin...
     I'll never find that man, either. Namjoon. I can't keep living like this. I need to know. I need to see him. I need them both to appear.
     They can't just be...gone.