One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 16

~Seokjin's POV~

After class, we didn't get to talk. Jimin wanted to see Yoongi and Taehyung mentioned he had to go get ready to see Jungkook. So we agreed to talk tomorrow instead after class. But for now, I had to get home. Namjoon mentioned he wanted his clothes back, and I have to go back to his place to get my clothes. So I was going to wash his clothes real quick before I went to trade them out.

Whenever they were clean, I drove to his house and called him whenever I was outside. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey, hyung?" He said in a confused tone.

"I'm outside. I have your clothes. Can you bring me mine?"

"You're outside? Why didn't you call before? I can't come out right now. I just got out of the shower. I'm not dressed."

"Then I'll come upstairs. Is your door unlocked?"

"Yeah, it's unlocked, but..I'm not dressed."

"Like I haven't seen you naked before? I'm coming up." I said, and got out of my car with the clothes. As I walked up the steps, he replied.

"I mean...I figured you wouldn't want to see. You don't like me, after all."

I hummed, before I hung up on him. I opened his apartment door, before closing it. I went to his room and laid the clothes on the bed, and I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and found Namjoon with a towel wrapped around his waist. Subconsciously, my eyes wandered to the towel that sat low on him, revealing a glimpse of his v line. Whenever I realized I was staring at him, I looked back up to his face. He had a small smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Wipe that smile off your face."

"Were you checking me out?" He asked, and I frowned.

"You have nothing worth being checked out." I said, and he hummed.

"Maybe not, but you were sure staring at my towel. What, do you want to see what's underneath?" He came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I looked up at him. "If I cared what was underneath, then I would take off your towel." I said, and he licked his lips.

"What if I take it off?" He asked, and I licked my lips, a bit anxiously.

"Can I get my clothes and go?" I asked, and he smirked.

"You don't want to stay for a bit?" He asked in a low, husky voice. I frowned, and put my hands on his chest, pushing him gently.

"No. I just want to get my clothes and leave." I said quietly, and he licked his lips.

"Are you sure about that?" He mumbled, and my breath hitched whenever his hand went down to caress my upper thigh, lifting up my leg. He grinded the slight bulge growing underneath the towel against my hips, and I gulped quietly.

"Namjoon, this is a mistake..." I said quietly.

"If you really didn't want me to do this, you would have already pushed me away." He mumbled. "And you aren't drunk this time. So you'll remember every. Single. Bit."

"Y-You already used me l-last night...wasn't that enough for you?" I stuttered quietly, and he picked me up, surprising me.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down. He crawled over me, and licked his lips as he stared down my body. "You aren't making any attempts at getting away. Are you sure you don't secretly want me to do this?" He huskily asked, and he took both my wrists and gently pinned them above my head, making sure that if I wanted to, I could get away. He experimentally placed his hand on my hip and ran his nail up my torso, slowly pulling my shirt up with me until all my chest was on display for him. I didn't make one move to stop him. I just stared up at him anxiously. His eyes never left mine. He continued to stare at my expression, looking for any sign that I didn't want him to do this. But all I did was stare up at him.