A/N:  Once again another quick note to remind you all that this is a mature rated story.  LIke I stated before it's been awhile since I have done a mature scene like these so I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

When I get out of my shower I expect to have the room to myself for a bit. I had anticipated that they were probably having a group meeting without me. I most definitely didn't expect that not to be the case at all. Nor did I expect an eager looking bunny to be sitting at the foot of my bed.

Despite my assumption I had still been prepared this time and had taken my pajamas with me, like I had been every time since I got caught without them after taking a shower. Regardless of my attire I still felt bare before him as he cast his brown doe-like eyes down my form. I clear my throat just so I can ensure the words I utter won't crack due to the butterflies floating in my stomach and the tingles emerging all over my skin. "I thought you would be busy editing those videos."

"I already finished and posted them." He grins at me widely. "I told you it wouldn't take me long." Then his bunny grin disappears and a soft almost despondency seems to settle over his face. I'm immediately not a fan of this expression on his face. "I don't want this week to end. I want to swim more in the pool together under the sunny Brazilian sky." His expression changes once more. It changes to something I can't quite decipher, but before I can ask him what's wrong he continues on verbalizing his thoughts. "Only this time I want to keep you from running away from me."

"Running away?" I feign innocence. I know what he is getting at, but that doesn't mean I want to openly admit to it.

"When I would have you in my arms you would find some reason to scatter away from me." His eyes scan back and forth for a second before he pinpoints me directly with his gaze. "Why? Why did you seem to be running away?"

Did he really not know? "Um..." I can't exactly bluff my way through this, nor would I want to. That doesn't make it any easier to say however. "Jk, have you seen yourself? You are pretty irresistible under normal circumstances. You without a shirt displaying your ripped abs, strong firm arms, and the rest of your upper body build on full display? I was kind of needing a moment to breathe, and I definitely couldn't get that, much needed oxygen, while I was directly in your vicinity."

It's almost funny to watch him play that out in his head. I know he is mentally relaying my reaction to all of them sans shirts, well the ones that went without, and he is remembering how I reacted similarly. Then his expression turns from thoughtful to heated once again. "So, you weren't running from me, but the way I turned you on."

He slowly unfolds himself from my bed and gets up to where I am miraculously still standing and not melting into a puddle merely as a result of the heated gaze he is giving me. "You know. It's a thrill to get a screaming reaction from the members of Army in the stands every time I lift my shirt during the choreography of 'Fake Love.' I never expected to feel a stronger, yet similar reaction to finding out those same abs have my soulmate almost in a panic to get away from me. I'm just a harmless bunny, Daisy. Remember?"

I shake my head. "This is not your playful, silly bunny. I mean you will always be that too. No, this is your duality... This is your sinful seducer side, and I'm not sure what label to give it outside of that." Damn. I'm in trouble since all of my soulmates can pull a seductive side like this. Even if they have to channel that side from the stage work they do. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if pulling that seductive quality was part of their idol training. I'm of course excited and nervous to see this side of them all outside of their performances.

It shocks me when Jk blinks for a moment and then laughs. "What the hell? I was being serious. Now, you're laughing at me!"

He shakes his head. "Not laughing at you. Laughing at how silly this all feels. You are seeing me as this great seducer when all my seduction techniques I have are a facade. A character I put on stage. I mean I can tap into that a bit sure. But, it's not easy to pretend wholly to be someone I'm not." It takes me a second to confirm that he wasn't able to read my previous thoughts, even though it did feel like that's exactly what he did for a second or two. "Daisy, I've had one girlfriend. One. And that was when I was a trainee. I was thirteen or fourteen." He pauses for a second as he does some mental calculation. "The way ages are counted differently sometimes confuses me." Then he shakes his head. Obviously stating that fact of little importance and doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. "The point is, other than veiled hand holding and covert pecks I am exceptionally inexperienced. The laughter is out of relief that I don't really have to rely on wearing a seductive facade to charm you."

"I'm just as equally charmed by your bunny side too. Just in case that fact was ever in question."

"Did you basically just say my bunny side was sexy?" He quirks an eyebrow my direction.

My brain is screaming at me. ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! But, I choose to ignore it and choose a different path in responding. "Probably not in the way you are thinking. I think it's attractive for you to be comfortable being a grown man but still able to act silly despite your years." Really I love this about all of them. But, I'm not about to bring up the others when obviously this is our moment.

He pulls me closer to him. "Let's get your hair dried and cuddle for the small amount of nap time we have."

"Hobi, should be in here to clean up any minute." I don't completely understand why I state this. It's not like Hobi would stop us from cuddling or Jk pampering me.

"Hobi is using another bathroom tonight. And before you ask about his beauty care products in the bathroom, I leant him mine." He peels the towel from my head letting my riotous wet curls free. It takes a bit of time to get my hair dried enough that it at least isn't damp, and even after that he continues to play with my hair and pamper me for a few more minutes before he turns off the lights and cajoles me into bed with him.

For a few brief moments all we are doing is cuddling. I'm laying against his chest listening to the soft rhythm of his heart underneath my ear. Then his large hands are tracing across my spine, sliding under my loose shirt tail and skating against my bare skin. I shiver from the goosebumps he is giving me just from the simple touch. "Bunny?"

"Hmm?"

I pull up on my elbows to look him in the face. "What are you doing?"

"I thought it was pretty obvious. I'm touching you." I can sense his mischievous smirk more than see it due to the darkness of the room. But there is still just enough light to see the twinkle of his pretty eyes and catch the corner of his mouth creeping up. He strokes the bare expanse of my back he has uncovered again. "Do you not like my touch, Daisy?"

I reach out to his silhouette. Having to somewhat guess my intended target, but still making the effort despite the sensation of feeling blind for the moment. I cup his right cheekbone for a moment before I trail that soft, gliding touch toward its intended destination. "I didn't say that, Jk." I sigh for a moment. Not one out of melancholy or regret, but out of anticipation. My intended target within reach I extend my fingertips toward it and stroke my symbol behind his ear. It's been a bit since I have felt these sensations, but they are no less shocking as they were before, and apparently they affect Jk even more than they affect me because suddenly I'm on my back staring into the dark pools of Jk's eyes.

He laughs for a second. Not one out of amusement but shock. "You did that on purpose." He accuses.

I don't typically lie often. I am pretty straightforward and honest. So, instead of denying it I merely shrug at him with a similar smirk on my face. I can feel his eyes trailing from my face, down my neck, until his gaze lies on the top of the tee that I chose to wear to bed. "You couldn't have worn one of the button down tops tonight?" He groans in annoyance.

"Aww, is bunny upset cuz he can't easily retaliate the same way right now?" He tickles my sides at his rant which has me squealing and shifting back and forth.

"Oh? You're ticklish?" He asks rhetorically. "I'll have to investigate that a bit later. The others are probably already in bed, and we are supposed to be napping ourselves." He casts his eyes down at me. "Although, sleeping is kind of the last thing on my mind right now."

I don't have to ask what is on his mind. He tells me with his actions when his lips meet mine. He may not have kissed anyone else like this before, but just like most everything else regarding the Golden Maknae his natural kissing ability is pretty much off the charts. The exquisite pressure he uses, the gentle flick of his tongue, and somehow still able to portray his eagerness without coming across as over eager.

He's propped up with his left hand. I don't register where his right hand is at first until I feel my tee skate up my stomach. I'm about to ask what he is doing when he answers me automatically. "I want to touch you, Daisy. I want to explore you with my hands." Then he is doing that. His right hand skating underneath the loose fit fabric and gently cupping my left breast. "You're so soft." He brushes the back of his hand over the upper swell of my breast. Then trails his fingers downward until the pads of them skid over my hardening nipple. I arch my back automatically, my pelvis hiking up along with the movement, and I come into contact with his growing arousal. Then his hands are reaching to my upper thighs. I don't resist when he pulls them apart. I want to feel him settled there. He sighs against my lips. "Perhaps, I should go back to my room after all."

"Why?" I ask even though I already pretty much know the answer.

"Because, touching might not be enough." He sighs. "I fear I might take things too far if I stay."

I reach up to stroke his cheek. "What if I gave you some guidelines? Map out things that are okay in this moment. At least for now?"

His eyes arch in a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "I think I am going to need more to go on then that."

"Well for starters. Clothes can be manipulated, but must stay on." I take a deep breath. What am I getting myself into?

"Okay. What else?" He settles against me and while a part of me wants to reach out and explore it with my hand I'm not quite certain I'm ready for him to do the same.

"No touching exploration below the waist and above the thighs." I arch my pelvis against him and he groans. I sigh at the contact myself. "However this is okay."

He groans and thrusts against me which has my head arching back into the pillow. "Like this?"

"Mmm. Yes."

Then his mouth is on mine again. His hands coaxing my legs up so they are bent at the knees. The clothed grinding and thrusting both lust invoking and frustrating as hell as the fabric shifts against me and becomes both an annoying hindrance and adds another element to the pleasure. I sigh in realization that this mere action has my panties dampening in response. His right hand explores my left breast again in perfect synchronization with the thrusts of his pelvis and tongue. In seemingly the next moment I become a whimpery satisfied, and yet still frustrated mess. I'd read many romance novels of course, but none of them really properly explained the experience. Perhaps it was different for everyone. One moment I felt like a live wire and a humanized shape of need. The next I felt like I had skyrocketed out of my body. A light flickering into the corners of my eyes obliterating the darkness.

"Damn." Jk utters bringing me back to Earth from the orbit I was exploring. He kisses me softly. "You're so responsive." He glanced down his own body. "I didn't expect to.." He trails off and sighs. "I still want to cuddle with you, but I need to go back to my room first."

"What? Why?" The last thing I want is for him to leave my side right now. I want to bask in the afterglow with him.

"Um. Well.." I can't see it, but I can sense he is blushing in the darkness. "I need to go change my pants and clean up, Daisy."

"Oh!" I am blushing now too.

He leans and kisses me deeply. "I'll be back."

"Lickety split, like a bunny."

He turns and grins at me.

When he comes back we don't end up actually napping after all. But we do bask in the afterglow just like I was wanting, only the experience is better than I anticipated. We trail our fingers over any patch of bare skin we find and stare in each other's eyes for a few wondrous moments. It seems like only moments later our alarms are going off instructing us that it's time to get up. I'm only mildly thankful for the long flight ahead of us.