Winter Flower

Chapter 3: Getting Know You

That night was pretty special. We stayed at home and just had fun, drinking and me getting to know the guys. I told them all about my life in the states and what I loved to do. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but somehow the topic of relationships came up. Not the guys, but mine. "So are you seeing anyone, Haru?"  Hoseok asked. "In the states at least."

I felt my cheeks turn red as I took one last shot of the Fireball whiskey they had saved. "No, I'm not," I mumbled. "I was married once, but that ended badly. His music career took over more precedence than our marriage." 

"Sorry to hear that," Jin said, glancing over at Namjoon who was staring into his glass. I shrugged and looked around the room at my new family. I smiled as I stopped and looked at Jungkook, passed out, cheeks red. 

"Someone's passed out," I said. Taehyung looked over at Jungkook and stood up and walked over to him. 

"Let's go to bed, Kookie," he said as he helped him up. "Kid can't hold his liquor," Tae said to me and I giggled. 

"I can too," Jungkook mumbled as he slowly stood up with the help of Tae. 

"Goodnight, Haruna," Tae said as he and Jungkook slowly made it to their shared bedroom. 

" 'Night Haru," Jungkook mumbled again. 

I waved as they walked off and looked at the clock. "Shit, it's already 1 am? Where the hell did the time go?"

"Bedtime," Namjoon said. Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi agreed and stood up, walking to their respective bedrooms. I watched as they all walked away and Namjoon stood up as well. I slowly stood up myself, a little wobbly from the alcohol. He rushed over and centered me, chuckling a bit. "Woah, you ok?" I nodded. I could still feel my cheeks red. This time I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him. 

"I'm fine Joon," I said, "I think it's just time for me to go to bed." He nodded and took my hand, leading me to our room. "Let's go then roomie," he smiled. I squeezed his hand softly and followed him upstairs. He walked me over to the bed and I laid down, not even taking the chance to change into some pajamas. Falling into a comfortable mattress and pillows, I fell asleep. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

Later that night I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I moaned in my sleep, still not waking up. "Haruna, what's wrong?" The voice said. "Haruna, wake up." I woke up with a start, squinting in the lamplight. Once my eyes focused I saw who was trying to comfort me. "Hey, are you ok?"

"Namjoon," I whispered as I sat up. He brushed his hand against my cheek. 

"You're crying. What's wrong?" I looked at him. I wanted to tell him that nothing was wrong but I couldn't. I started to cry again as he held onto me. "Shh, it's ok." He held onto me as I cried. I buried my head in his shoulder until the tears stopped. "Must have been a bad dream." I lifted my head and wiped my eyes. He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes and I stared into his. 

"Namjoon," I whispered. Without a word, I watched as his lips got closer to mine. My eyes closed slowly as he kissed me. I followed suit and kissed him back. In my head, I knew that this was wrong because I just met the man less than 24 hours ago. But in my heart, I knew it was right. 

"Haruna," he whispered against my lips, "I want you." I sighed against his lips as he kissed me deeper. I wrapped my arms around him as my lips parted to let his tongue touch mine, our tongues dancing together. Not missing a beat, he lay me down and began to kiss my neck. I moaned softly and bit my bottom lip. He chuckled. "Do you like that?" I nodded. I moaned again as his tongue licked my neck, sending a shiver down my body. "What a good little girl you are. Let your Daddy take care of you."

He took me a little by surprise, but I didn't care. I thought it was sexy. "Yes Daddy," I whispered. 

The rest of the night was kind of a blur but I woke up that morning with a pounding headache. "I'm never going to drink that much again," I said to myself. I looked over to the right of me and my heart raced. I was still in the same bed as Namjoon. A feeling of dread came over me as I looked under the sheet. Thank God I was still dressed. I sat back against the headboard and closed my eyes. Opening them again when I heard his voice. 

"Good morning, Haruna."

My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his gravelly morning voice. He smiled sleepily at me-- God he was just perfect. "Good morning, Namjoon."