Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Magic Shop

I stir awake feeling as if I'm under a heated blanket on full blast. When I peel open an eyelid, I find that the source of my warmth is a snoozing Yoongi. Half of his body is draped over me and he's still fully dressed from the night before. He's not even under the covers. Poor baby must have gotten in late and was probably too exhausted to even strip down to his boxers.

I take a moment to just stare at him, captivated by his squishy cheeks and bowed lips and cute, button nose. Despite his venom-laced lyrics and taciturn public persona, Yoongi is the softest, sweetest boy. He doesn't usually show it, but I've caught enough shy, gummy smiles and cute giggles and nose scrunches to know that he is one of the most precious beings on this earth. And while it may have taken a while for him to warm up to me and even longer for us to share any form of intimacy, he is absolutely worth the wait.

There's no way I want to wake him when I know he has a full schedule today, although I wish we could have had some time together. Hoping to give Yoongi a few more moments of peace before his alarm goes off, I slip out from underneath his surprisingly heavy frame and quietly creep to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I tiptoe out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

"Morning, Violet."

My soul nearly yeets itself from my body and I clutch my chest in surprise. "Hobi! Oh my God, I didn't see you there. What are you doing up so early? Didn't you guys get back late?"

He nods and sips his hot tea. "I wanted to be awake when you got up. Sleep well?"

I nod. "I did, actually. The guys..." My cheeks heat, remembering the night before. "They, uh, did a good job taking care of me. Thank you."

A soft, knowing smile curves his lips. "You're welcome."

"Why? I mean...how did you know?"

Hobi takes another sip of his tea. Then he pushes off the counter and comes to stand right in front of me until our bodies are nearly flush together. He holds the cup to my lips.

"Drink."

Without hesitation, without even wondering if I even want tea or why he's taken this opportunity to give me a sip, I part my lips so he can tip the cup and let warm liquid wash over my tongue. Because, even subconsciously, I want to please Hoseok. And I trust wholeheartedly that he wants to please me too. And in some peculiar way, he knows what I want and what I need even before I do.

And I have my answer.

I think back to when we first met. For the most part, Hobi was a smiling ball of pure sunshine. But then there'd be these cracks in his sunny facade, revealing a shadow of what people expect him to be. At first, I was afraid of it, although I knew deep down Hoseok would never hurt me. And truthfully, I was intrigued by that other side of him. So much so, that I would crave him. I would become needy for his touch, however light and chaste. I would be transfixed by his intense stares that would mentally strip me bare. And when he would speak, I would do anything he commanded of me. Just like now.

I'm hyperaware of how close our bodies are and I'm stuck between wanting to be flush against him and wanting to back away, in hopes of inviting in some clarity. But the larger part of me—the part that yearns for his attention and his touch—wants to let him decide for me.

Hoseok sets down the teacup then, without warning, moves in closer, forcing me to step back until my butt hits the counter. He looms over me, locking me in by placing his hands on either side of my frame to grip the cool marble top. I'm surrounded by the intoxicating scent of him, a heady combination of vanilla and pepper and something spicy that leaves me warring with the impulse to lean in and inhale his exposed throat. However, I stay perfectly still, letting him angle his face towards mine and run his nose up my jaw and over the shell of my ear.