TOUCH (KNJ)

EIGHTEEN

"I'm back," Namjoon announces entering his own place with bags of food and shutting the door quickly. His brows furrow when he finds no response to his arrival. He settles the bags on the kitchen counter and removes his leather jacket which was beyond warm for inside. 

He shuffled to his bedroom quietly looking for Ivy when he heard the shower running in the bathroom. His mouth opened in realization and he looked around, noticing that she hadn't taken out clothes to wear and of course they weren't in the bathroom with her. He smiled when an idea popped into his mind. Namjoon quickly opened his closet and took out his prettiest sweater which was red. He was sure red would look absolutely gorgeous on her. 

"Hi!" He heard her yelling not to loud and then she quickly walked upto him, hugging him. 

"Hey, change into this then I'll tell you what happened okay?" She nods snatching the sweater from his hand and smiling. His gaze travels from her legs to the towel wrapped around her body to her eyes before he looks away, walking out of the room with red cheeks. 

He had just settled down on the couch when she came waddling towards him with feet covered in socks and body just in the red sweater. Just like he had thought, she looked absolutely gorgeous. Long hair, dripping wet as she stood in front of him. He grabbed both of her wrists tugging her towards him but she shook her head tugging him instead. 

"I wanna dry my hair first. It's cold." Namjoon sighs before walking to his bedroom and handing her his blow dryer. She quickly sat down on the small chair next to the coffee table plugging the dryer in. 

As he waited for her to be done, he served the food for both of them before it could get cold. She kept the dryer back from where he had taken it out and sat on the floor next to him. He caressed her head with one hand before passing one bowl of noodles to her. They both eat in silence, stealing glances at one another in between. Even the siloence was comforting to them. 

"I'll go wash the dishes, you go sit in the blanket okay?" Namjoon says quickly running off to do the dishes as she lays the blanket on the carpeted floor before rolling up in it and then falling on the couch. 

Namjoon chuckles as soon as he sees her lying on the couch like a lifeless blanket potato. He sits down next to her feet and she ducks her head out of the blanket before opening it like a cape for him to get inside. 

"So, how did your date with Yoongi go?" Ivy teases him as he snuggles up chuckling into her shoulder with the blanket wrapped around the two of them. 

"It wasn't a date but it went well. We both apologized and then we had coffee." 

"Can I ask what happened now?" she whispers slowly and he brings his face up, shifting their positions so she was on his lap, straddling his waist and perching down right upon his crotch which he very much couldn't complain about. She shifted twice to sit properly before stopping while his brows started sweating slightly. 

"Y-yeah so what happened was that I, uh," he mumbled totally not focused on the situation he bought upon himself as she rested her arms on his shoulders and neck. He clears his throat closing his eyes once before speaking. 

"Where was I? Yeah, We fought over a girl. I didn't even like her that much. It was just bad timing. Yoongi used to be really aggressive and short-tempered back then unlike now. While I used to be really caught up in my own feelings. He liked that girl since a long time but I had no idea so when she confessed to me, I didn't think much of it. He didn't talk to me for days and then when he finally did he told me everything. But I was too stupid, I told him that it was lame for him to not talk to me just over a girl. It hurt him because he was in love with her. I wasn't." 

"That was very wrong Namjoon." She comments softly placing the tips of her fingers on his jaw. 

"I know but we still fought and then one day it got violent, I don't even know why, it was all so immature and toxic. Anyway, turns out the girl wasn't into any of us anyway." He chuckled. 

"She liked my other friend who had a strong disliking for her. His name's Jimin, he's the one I stayed with when I went on that break." He spoke looking down. 

"Glad you two made up, it really was immature to fight so much but we all make mistakes it's alright." He nods smiling up at her softly. She returns the smile, pecking his lips. 

"How do you know him though?" he asks with genuine curiosity. 

"He's my therapist." His brows furrow deeply while she nonchalantly keeps tracing her hands on his jaw, neck and collarbones, distracting him when the blanket falls off her body. He notices the sweater sliding off one shoulder but he resists her urge to touch her. 

"When did you start taking therapy? I had no Idea." 

"After you went to stay with Jimin." His hands move from around her to her hips, holding them firmly as she kisses over his neck and jawline. He hums softly in response. 

"Mhm, what are you doing?" he asks, breathless, as she entangles her hand in his hair, tugging at them slightly before pushing him towards her by his neck to kiss him. 

She moans slightly as he parts his lips leading the kiss while his hold on her hips tightens even more. He slowly creeps his hand down to her ass, squeezing it slightly. She moans again and he inserts his tongue in her mouth making her unconciously grind onto him. He pulls away throwing his head back as she keeps grinding onto him. The pleasure heightening for both given the fact that she was only in her innerwear and the giant sweater. 

She mover her hands onto his toned chest, slowly opening the first two buttons of his shirt while looking at him. His breath quickens when she opens all the buttons, sliding it down his shoulders which he helps in. She then leans down, kissing down his collar bones before sucking on the skin of his neck. He groans with eyes shut close, groping her ass. 

Ivy leans back, her hands crawling to the hem of the sweater before she slowly pulls it over her head, leaving her covered only by her lingerie which was surprisingly red as well. He leans forward kissing her again while circling her waist with one arm, pulling her towards him. 

Her hands grip his biceps when he leaves open mouthed kisses from her neck to her cleavage slowly rubbing her thighs up and down. 

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", he asks softly drawing small circles on her waist with his thumb. Goosebumps rise on her skin with every touch. 

"Yes, I'm okay with this. In fact, I'm very okay with this," he chuckles before kissing the shell of her ear and getting up from the couch holding her up. 

She wraps her legs around his waist pulling him into a kiss again. He feels his body fall weak to her touch so he pushes her back to one of the walls still holding her up. He pulls back due to lack of oxygen panting like he ran a marathon. 

"Ivy?" he questions looking up at the ceiling. 

"Yes baby?" he blushes till his ears because of the pet name as she smiles happily. 

"This is getting out of hand."