Choose Your Own BTS Adventure

PATH 4: NAMJOON - PART 5

"Holy shit!" you said. "You really are a god of destruction, aren't you?"

A flicker of confusion ran across Namjoon's brows. "Huh? What are you-" And then his eyes followed yours down to where they gawked at the gaping hole in the tip of the condom and he understood.

"Fuck!" he cried, taking off the faulty rubber, but it was too late. The damage was already done. "I am so sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?"

"I'm..." You had to swallow before your mouth overflowed with bile. "I'm not on birth control," you gasped out the rest in disbelief.

"Oh my God!" Namjoon sat back on his knees and ran his hands roughly through his hair, trying to think, to get his head to stop spinning like a teacup ride at an amusement park. "Okay, well, it's okay, Y/N. This doesn't automatically mean you're going to get pregnant. In fact, there's only a few days every month that a woman even can get pregnant. Did you know that? Maybe we'll get lucky. How's your luck?"

"I've never won anything in my entire life."

"Jesus Christ." He sighed and wracked his brains some more. "Do you know when your last period was?"

"Afoom!" you sputtered. "No. What? No, I've been too busy shitting over the fact that I was coming here. I didn't keep track of that because I didn't expect you," you pointed to Namjoon, although it was pretty clear he was who you were talking about, "to be cumming here!!" Now you jabbed that shaking, stiff finger at your pussy, although it was pretty clear where he had just came.

"Okay, well, just calm down, okay. As long as you weren't ovulating, you won't get pregnant. I'd say there's less than a 30% chance. So don't worry. Everything's okay. Okay?" He looked at you like he needed you to agree in order for him to believe his own words, so you nodded and you watched his forehead sag in relief.

"Let's get you dres-"

A tapping came at the door and not two seconds later it was creaking open. Namjoon flung the covers up over you and laid the front of his body flush against yours, flattening you out. Just when you thought the morning couldn't go any more wrong, you heard her voice.

Minji.

"Oop. So sorry," she said, though the way she said sorry made it sound like she hadn't bothered to crack open a dictionary in her entire life. She wasn't sorry. She went on. "Are you... with someone right now?"

Namjoon cleared his throat and two of his fingertips brushed up along your bottom lip, silently telling you to remain quiet and still. "Ahh, yeah," you heard him say bashfully. "I had a girl over last night."

"Namjooooon," she flirted with every syllable of her words, "I had no idea you were such a playboy. Oh my God. Get it, boy."

"Haha," he laughed fakely. "So can you... go? Away from me? Now?" Forever, he didn't add.

You heard Minji smack her lips together tartly. "Aish, no need to be snappy. I'm going, I'm going. I just came to ask you where the actual fuck Y/N is. Her bitch ass wasn't on the couch or on the floor like the dog she is and I need her to get started on breakfast for all of us."

Beneath Namjoon, you shook with anger, but he placated you with another brush of his fingers against your lips. You bit your tongue to keep from popping out from under the covers, tits on full display, to snatch her wig.

"Minji," he said, making her name sound like stale bread, "don't talk like that."

"Like what?" She looked around from side to side uncomfortably, as if waiting for the punchline of some joke that would never come.

"Like a dick," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said. Have some respect for Y/N. You're only making yourself look bad here."

Minji's eyes narrowed on Namjoon. Hesitantly, she brought up one curved finger then let it fall on him with caution. "Is she the girl? Is that Y/N under there?"

"What?! No! No." You could feel Namjoon's skin growing warm on top of yours. "I don't know where she is, alright? Now can you leave? Seriously. This is inappropriate in like thirty ways."

Minji wet her lips before they twisted sideways up into a smirk. Her eyes reminded Namjoon of a cat's; so accusing and knowing were they.

"Maybe she went to take out the trash," he said. "Go look for her outside."

"Mmhmm," was all she said before leaving the room.

The door clicked softly shut behind her.

"Good God, I hate her," Namjoon said before peeling the blanket off of you both. Fresh, cool morning air hit your skin as soon as Namjoon leaned up off of you.

"I think that's her gift in life," you agreed. "I've never met anyone who's made me want to choke them quicker than she has."

"She's uniquely disgusting. But c'mon, let's get you dressed before anyone else comes in here." He shook his head regretfully before slipping down off the bed to collect your various articles of clothing strewn upon the floor.

"Thanks, Namjoon." Your voice was mostly all sigh at this point, but your heart felt tenderized by the way he so gently helped you into your panties, then your bra, finally letting you crawl into your pants and slither into your shirt on your own.

He threw on a pair of blue shorts and then you both looked at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. A shyness fell upon you now that more sunlight was able to creep through the blinds. It highlighted just how good he looked with no shirt on, for one thing; how badly you wanted to press your lips to his again just to see how he'd react, for another.

You did neither, deciding instead to part him with a smile before brushing past him to the door. When your hand reached the handle, Namjoon's hand held your lower back.

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly.

"Hm?"

"I don't want you sharing a room with her, aight? She's trouble. You just..." He paused, licking his lips and your eyes went straight to them again. "Just come to me. I'll take care of you."

You couldn't help it; you smiled. "Namjoon," you didn't say so much as you gave a voice to your smile, "what am I gonna do with you?"

You placed your right hand on his right cheek, and it was warm. He radiated warmth the same way that Minji radiated ice cold. He cupped his hand over top of yours and his dimples played peek-a-boo with your heart.

"Do me," he said.

The moment broke with his words and your laughter rained down all around you. "I already did," you said.

"Then do me again."

"Okay, playa," you teased, sliding your hand away from his face but pecking his pillowy lips softly before pulling back entirely. "I'll see you tonight then. Time for this bitch to make some eggs!"

With that you left him, heading out to the kitchen to be berated by the fire-breathing bitch queen that was Minji. As you whisked the eggs together so hard in the bowl, picturing her face floating around with the yolks as you beat the shit out of them, you only hoped that your eggs weren't being fertilized at that very moment.

Minji's harsh words could barely reach you that day; you were floating so far above the earth, close enough to kiss the clouds.