Unexpectedly Regular | Kim Namjoon

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-We were both quite imprudent, I know...

Nara covered her face with both hands and Namjoon kissed gently the back of her shoulder. He was sitting behind her on the bed. For a moment, they have gone too far in the feeling that all that existed in the worlds was only each other. Their urge for each other's body spoke louder than reason. After they were done with that rush, second thoughts made both of them concerned.

-It felt good to me. I felt at ease and I thought you were enjoying it too. Weren't you? You said I could...

Namjoon caressed Nara's hair, waiting patiently until she faced him again. She was biting her lower lips. He smiled at her and just after a few seconds, she smiled too, weakly.

-I enjoyed it. Honestly, I don't remember feeling so aroused, but now I am worried. We have cameras that could cause you problems and we started sex without condoms, so...

-But when we got to the room we used it, you have no reasons to worry, I didn't come inside you anyway.

-People get pregnant like this too, but that's not what I'm most worried.

Nara hugged her knees and shrugged her shoulders but Namjoon was still comfortable at the subject.

-The company makes me take exams every six months, so...

-But you have thousands of people wanting you, you might have lots of sex around there?

Namjoon laughed and Nara couldn't understand what was so funny.

-Nara, I wish sex was as easy as people believe it is for people working like me. My teenage self would have loved it. But I don't have time nor interest in fucking around.

Nara stared blankly, and Namjoon couldn't help but smile.

-You don't believe me, do you?

-It's hard to believe a hot piece of ass like this is not being fully enjoyed like it should...

But she needed to trust him. She also appreciated learning more about him.

-Well... You are enjoying this hot piece of ass, right?

Nara kissed his lips and turned around. She sat on his lap, her legs around his hips.

-For a really short time, I am...

Namjoon pulled her closer, connecting their chests. He held her back while his other hand went up her torso, lightly touching from her waist to her neck, stopping on the way to feel her breasts. Although he gently pulled her closer and closer by the neck she pulled back to look into his needy, desire-filled eyes.

-I want to have something to remember us.

-The paintings?

-No, something to prove to myself this was not a dream. I want to remember the times we've spent together.

-Do you want the video from the elevator's camera? – Nara could tell he was joking but there was a taste of truth on his tongue too. – I could get it if you want to.

-That's not a bad idea, Namjoon.

-That's what I'll do right after I leave this room.

-That's the least you can do. But I want more than that. I want a memento of the moments we spent together. The ones we can not masturbate to when we miss each other.

-I know what you mean... - He blinked, recalling something - Oh, wait.

Without any explanations, Namjoon grabbed Nara by the waist and placed her on the bed. He looked for his bag and found its strap under a pile of their mixed clothes, next to the door. Nara just observed, intrigued as he opened it and took off a polaroid camera from inside.

-I got a camera this morning in the recording and I liked it so much I asked to keep it with me. Was that destiny of coincidence?

-Both are the same and you know it, Namjoon!

Nara smiled as he got back to bed. She sat on his lap again and posed for a photo. Her face was turned to the camera while Namjoon kissed the corner of her mouth. As the photo got revealed, he smiled.

-Do you like this? – Nara shook her head and he went on – So, that's yours. I want one for me too.

He let the side of his face touch her chest and they both smiled. His eyes were closed. Nara had both photos on her hand. Namjoon put the camera strap around her neck, letting his hands free to hold her closer and get up, carrying Nara to the table where he let her sit. He went for his bag again and brought a pen. He also searched for her glasses and kindly put them on her face. Then he placed the pen and his photo in front of Nara.

-Will you write something to me?

Nara was surprised by his idea but soon an idea came to her mind. She lied on the top of the large dinner table, chest down and Namjoon put his trousers on and sat on the chair in front of her while she was writing. He played with her hair as she finished. She handled her photo to him.

-Hangul?

Nara just nodded. She saw his eyes shining right in front of her as he read the note she left completely in Korean characters. He stared longly at her, showing his dimples in a smile full of love. She broke the sweetness of that silence with a question:

-Did I write it correctly?

-There are no mistakes at all... and that is just so sweet, Nara. Do I really put the 'sara' in your 'saranghae'? – Nara just agreed with her head. – That's a clever play with words for a beginner...

-I studied languages at university, I guess my brain is used to see those details in new languages I learn.

-Oh my...I love a clever woman! – He grabbed the pen and started writing and talking – I know I can't do anything that smart, but I'll try to surprise you, at least.

Nara was intrigued, but as she had little to do but wait, she looked for her bra and panties and put them on again. He invited Nara to sit on his lap as he concluded his writing. Indeed, he surprised her. There were words both in Portuguese, English and Korean "Vou sentir saudade. Thank you for crossing paths with me on that lonely morning and making not only that breakfast but my whole life taste like any other real life again. Eu te amo. Saranghae."

She kissed his lips, then his cheeks, his chin and forehead. He had a wide smile on his face as he received all of that love. Her mouth kept leaving a trace of kisses along his jaw and then she finished at his lips again.

Meeting him was so precious to her and she really hoped they could make it through and make that love into a life together. They would need patience and more commitment than most ordinary couples. They were not ordinary, and both of them could feel somehow that. There was a bittersweet feeling inside Nara's heart. Her heart hurt in anticipation to how much she would miss him, but the gracefulness of a future he insisted so consistently to try to have warmed her heart as well.

He felt the bittersweetness in the way she stared at him so he tried to kiss that away. The way his hands tried to be gentle even though he used strength to pull her closer and closer made the bitterness disappear. The only taste she would feel in that kiss was sweetness. She hugged him and he buried his face in her chest. She held him as tightly as he was holding her. Their skin touched as if it was possible to repeat physically what their souls had already done: blend completely and inseparably into each other's essence. It was as if now she would have to wait to be complete again, as parts of her were already part of him. She didn't come to the country looking for something like that, but now she hoped he felt the same.

-E vou sentir muita, muita saudade de você, Namjoon.

There are words we find no translation and saudade was one of them.