Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

27. Behind closed doors

WARNING!!!

Mature content below

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Namjoon is the first one to leave the cabin shower, rummaging through the drawers for towels. He hands me one to wrap around my body while he does the same, fixing it around his hips. My mouth opens a little and crazy butterflies start flying in my stomach at the view in front of me: Namjoon in all his splendour, naked and with water drops glistening on his tanned skin, tall and beautiful like a character from my favorite books. Besides his looks, his kindness is unmatched and his mind...his mind is as beautiful as he is. One of the smartest people I know. One of the smartest in Korea, judging by his IQ level. Well, aren't I a lucky bastard? He notices my stare and gives me a smile in the corner of his mouth. "Do you like what you see?"
My cheeks get a bit rosy for being caught, but I try to keep it cool. "So cocky, Kim!" I say rolling my eyes and passing him, trying to pick up the clothes from the floor. No way I'm gonna wear a towel to the bedroom, someone in the house might still be awake. Wearing the damn dress again is not a solution either. Folding it nicely along with the other clothes, I decide to put on his white shirt, perfectly covering my tiny body, enough to not show my butt or other intimate parts. But it's still short and it has no buttons, since I acted like a caveman earlier and ripped them all, so I just wrap my arms around me, holding the fabric tightly in my hands. My hair is dripping with water so I grab another small towel I found on the counter and tap it gently to the ends of my hair, while my other arm remains in place, holding the fabric of the shirt. Namjoon looks at me and unconsciously licks his lips, measuring me from head to toe. "Do you like what you see?" I mock him then turn around and leave the bathroom, dumping the towel in a laundry basket and heading to the end of the hallway to his room. I hear him chuckle behind me and a few seconds later he exits the bathroom as well, following me.

His bedroom is huge, but just like his bathroom, is minimalistic when it comes to furniture and very masculine. However, one wall is full of Kaws collectible dolls and Ryan and Koya plushies, all displayed on shelves. His collection is impressive. I look around the room with curious eyes, while Namjoon brushes over me and goes to sit down on the edge of the bed. There is a small desk by the window with a laptop and a headset with a microphone. I slowly slide my fingers along the recording equipment. Everything is so simple, humble. I believe this is where he works on his songs when he is not at the studio. How many of their masterpieces were created here, at this small desk, in the dim light of the moon? I wonder where all his inspiration comes from. He reads a lot and he is a deep thinker, but what triggers those thoughts? Turning back to him, I find him staring at me, the silence between us palpable. I swallow hard, my heart thundering in my chest.

"You look so good wearing my clothes" he finally says looking up at me through hooded eyes. Lust dances in those black irises and I suddenly have the urge to play with him. "Am I?" I say, teasing him as I step closer to him. He reaches for me and rests his head on my belly, while slowly running his hands up and down my bare thighs. "It drives me crazy. You're so beautiful, Inna." His voice dropped an octave, his hands traveling deeper under the shirt. Desire burns in my core, more and more intensely, as his greedy hands slide on my body, but it is my turn now to take control. I'm going to make him lose his mind. "You are mine, Namjoon" I say as I climb up on his lap, putting my thighs on each side of him, straddling him. As I let go of the shirt, the material falls off a bit, exposing my shoulders and the upper side of my breasts. I hear him gulp hard as he looks up at me and reaches to kiss me. I bend my head until our noses are brushing and lips are almost touching, but I stop, teasing him instead with my tongue. My hand goes up and curls slowly around his neck, my thumb gently pushing his chin up, until all his neck is exposed to me. My tongue seductively travels down from his lips to his jaw, then to the soft skin on his neck, all this while my hips are rolling in excruciatingly slow circles in his lap. He is already hard, I can feel it through the towel underneath me that's covering him. He enjoys this as much as I do, but his hands grow impatient, hungrily grabbing my butt. "Ahh" I say with pleasure, his touch exhilarating for my senses. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, placing wet kisses there which makes shivers descend down my back. He senses my body trembling under his touch and says against my skin "I love how your body responds to me, baby."