Waking up the next day I realize a few things immediately. First, being that Tae must have got up at some point because he is no longer wrapped around my front. Secondly, the same can't be said for Jimin. I still feel his warmth at my back but that's not the only proof I have that he's still with me. The hand he has wrapped around me has managed to sneak under my shirt tail and through the night inched upward. He isn't quite cupping the lower part of my breast but it's only a scant inch or two before he would be doing so. Then there is the length of him pressing against my backside.

For a few moments I keep still and debate with myself. What should I do here? Should I wake him? I think my face is so flush that the blood has even rushed to my earlobes at this point. I openly admit to myself though that I am only moderately embarrassed where his hand is and the closeness of our bodies. Truthfully, I'm more embarrassed about the fact that a huge part of me wants to settle my backside more firmly against him. That I want to drag myself against him so I can feel his excitement and how much I turn him on.

In the past I had never dreamed my soulmates would be so beautiful, and while they are all gorgeous there is something transcending about Jimin's looks. He is like a fairy prince come to life with his ethereal beauty.

Instead of questioning my actions my body ends up taking over with a mind of its own. The minute I rub against his excitement that hand that is around me inches up more until the pads of his fingertips are grazing the underneath of my breast. Then I feel his plush lips against my neck, and I am even more so a goner because with his ministrations adding to my already growing desire I am simply melting.

"Mmm. This is the best dream yet. I can even smell your amazing scent that seems to always linger around you." He comments, the remnants of slumber still coating his words.

Oh, how do I tell him he's not dreaming without discouraging his touch? Without eliminating his soft lips against my skin? Before I can form a concrete plan I find myself automatically responding. "Scent? Like a combination of something tropical and vanilla?"

"Mmm. Yes, that exactly." Then he begins to pull out of the full body snuggle. His hips pulling away and putting more space between us. His hand trailing back down my stomach. "I've never been able to come up with the exact scent before." I turn to him as I see his eyes widening rapidly in realization. "This isn't a dream. Is it?"

I bite my lip and shake my head. "No."

"Shit! I'm sorry, Daisy. I didn't mean to take advantage while we were both asleep."

The guilty look on his face needs to be wiped away. I curve back toward him a bit and respond. "You didn't. At least not exactly."

His confusion is adorable. "Huh?"

I go through the mortifying explanation. "You were asleep, but you didn't actually touch my breast until I arched my body into yours. And you only kissed my neck when you started to wake up yourself."

He bites his lower lip. Fuck is that distracting, and not helping my train of thought in the least!

He obviously knows what his actions are doing to me because his eyes darken, and he gives me a seductively smoldering look. "So you were encouraging it then. Did you like my hands on you, Daisy? My lips?"

A whimper-moan noise escapes my throat of its own accord, and I am helpless to do anything but nod at him in response. He gently pushes me back against the mattress; his body following mine's trajectory so he is hovering above me. He keeps his body a few scant inches from mine by the tension and strength in his arms. "Now that..was an amazing sound." He sucks his lower lip in between his teeth, and I nearly make said sound again. He isn't even touching me, and I am moaning at his actions. "I wonder what I can do to coax that sound from you again." He slowly lowers his body against mine slowly inch by inch and whispers in my ear. "Only this time, louder." While what he said was low in decibel at the end he made a sound vastly similar to the raspy growls I have heard him make in some of their older songs.

In the next moment he took my earlobe into his mouth flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it gently. Who knew there were that many nerve endings there? The action had me bowing in a near perfect arch, pressing tightly against him, and repeating the same whimpering moan. I had lost the mental capacity to gauge how loud I was but when he pulls away and grins at me, it leaves me only guessing that yes I was indeed louder than I had been before.

I smooth out the arch leaning fully back into the mattress again. He smoothly follows me down with his body. The garments keeping us apart aren't doing much to hide our shared need and excitement. With every deep breath we both take my pebbled nipples rub against his chest. That action causes our hips to automatically thrust forward and his length presses fully against my lower abdomen.

Our heads dip toward each other. Our lips seek the soft pressure of the other's, and the minute they touch I am immediately reminded of how intoxicating his lips and tongue are. I know he has had at least one lover in the past, but I honestly believe that the flicks of his tongue and the hungry pressure of his lips are born from a natural ability not skill practice.

He pulls away for a moment and a different sort of whimper erupts from my mouth before I can school myself to refrain. He grins at me before pecking my lips softly again. "I want to see you." He cups my right breast in hand. "I've been dreaming of what your breasts might look like. The paleness of your skin. The color of your nipples. I've even found myself curious if you have any freckles there."

I want to nod and allow him to unbutton my top. I want to take that next step with him. Unfortunately fate, or rather my other soulmates, have a different plan. A knock on my door sounds and Hobi calls in. "Petal, we gotta get going soon. Will you let me in so I can get ready for the morning?"

Before I can respond Jimin does. "There are other bathrooms, hyung."

Even though he is on the other side of the door I can mentally see Hobi's eyes widening in response. Hobi responds to Jimin in Korean. It must be humorous because he pulls away from me while chuckling in response. He doesn't leave the bed, but at this present moment I am definitely thankful he has put some space between the two of us.

"Hobi, you might as well come in and take the bathroom first." When he comes in he gives Jimin a look of warning, but still bounds over to my side and kisses my cheek.

Once we hear the water start running Jimin turns to me. "If we hadn't been interrupted what would have happened?"

I smile at him. "Do you really want me to answer that right now?" While the blankets are covering our lower halves I still look pointedly below his waist. "I'd hate to make the situation more difficult for you."

He groans and falls to his back. "So, you would have let me see you?" I smile shyly at him and nod. "Well, at least I will have something more to dream about."

He makes an annoyed sound before pulling himself from the bed. "I better go back to my own room before he gets out of the shower." He gives me a look that tells me exactly what he thinks about that idea. He doesn't want to leave me, and I don't want him to either.

I pull him to me one more time. Enveloping myself in his touch and kisses for a few moments more before we release each other.

When he opens the door we are both surprised to find Joon poised as if he were about to knock. I can only guess he scolds Jimin for something in Korean due to the cross look on his face, and Jimin's sheepish expression that follows. When Jimin responds back and heads down the hallway to his own room Joon turns back to me. "I wanted to get with you before we left for the day."

I nod. "What is it?"

He comes further into the room and sits at the foot of my bed. "We have everything under control today to the point where you shouldn't be noticed by the public. But, we need to start working on a plan for when it does happen. Or, better yet, do something proactive before it happens."

"You have something in mind already. Don't you?"

Joon momentarily looks surprised by my perceptiveness. Then he shakes his head. "I really shouldn't be that surprised by you, but you are always somehow catching me off guard. The managers and I were thinking that sometime this week we should do a Vlive, and this time actually introduce you to the audience. We are only going to be here for a few more days, and once we do get to Korea things will probably change greatly when it comes to your privacy." He pauses before continuing, and I can tell something is weighing in on his mind.

"What is it?"

"The Korean fans are probably not going to be as accepting as the International ones. In fact from the research of our social media it seems a high percentage of the negative comments are stemming from Korea." Joon looks at me with concern.

I nod again. "We can't expect everyone to be as accepting as many have been. Honestly, I feel like we have been exceptionally lucky thus far."

He nods solemnly this time, and I know he is worried that the other shoe is about to drop. He leaves moments later so he can finish getting ready himself.

I'm sitting there for only a few minutes, lost in thought, when Hobi comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. "So, what is the plan for today anyways?"

"How do you feel about animals, Petal?" He asks instead of answering my question.

I frown at him. "I love them. What does that have to do with my question though?"

"You'll see, Petal. You'll see." He leaves the room, and before I can dive too much into the onset confusion I make the move to get ready for the day.