After laying in my bliss for a while, I managed to stand up without my legs giving out, and I changed quickly, only hoping I looked presentable.

Maybe a change of clothes wouldn't help convince the others that we hadn't had sex, but I didn't want to go out in wrinkly clothes. They'd assume no matter what, so I didn't care that much.

I stood in front of the mirror for a while, scrutinizing every part of my body. Did it look good? Was too much showing? Was too little showing? What was the difference now?

The door opened, and I didn't move. Instead, I stood frozen, nothing moving but my chest, which was rising up and down, an obvious giveaway of my increasing difficulty with breathing.

Namjoon's eyes met mine through the pristine glass, reflecting his ethereal, beautiful magnificence to me. I felt like I would be blinded, it was like staring at the sun, but I couldn't pull my eyes away.

My eyes burned, but still I didn't blink, afraid that if I closed my eyes it would stop Namjoon from continuing closer, as I watched him taking slow steps towards me, making my heart thump desperately like a pummeled punching bag.

He was taking his sweet time, and I already felt weak, like I could collapse just from his eyes, eyes that bore into mine, teasing torture glinting in perfectly darkened, wicked orbs.

He stopped just a breath away from me, and I couldn't resist leaning back until my back hit his chest. It was like he had a magnet that was constantly tearing and pulling at my heart. I was a voodoo doll constantly being thrown at him.

His warmth soaked into my skin immediately, and I licked my lips, still staring at him through the spotless glass of the mirror.

"I was wondering what was taking so long. You know, it's not good to keep me waiting." His lips grazed against my ear, sending warm shivers down my entire body just from the miniscule touch.

I knew he wasn't talking about me taking long getting dressed, and I shuddered as my sight was momentarily blacked out by the thoughts of filthy, lusty desires, tangled bed sheets and breathless moans, oh how would he sound-

"What are you thinking about butterfly?" I blinked away the images and stared back into his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he knew full well what I was thinking, based on his very evident smirk.

I was distracted by his touch, and I pulled my eyes away from his, captivated as I stared at his hands trailing up my sides, slipping through the tears to press against my bare skin, leaving fiery hot imprints.

Then I was distracted again, this time by his sinfully soft lips pressing against my neck, kissing it slowly, dragging his ample lips against my skin, making my heart go even more wild.

He's going to give me a god damn heart attack one of these days, but fuck, I didn't mind at all.

I couldn't tear my eyes away, I took in the scene of him kissing my neck, his arms snaking around my waist, brushing weakening swirls into my hips.

His lips lost their gentle nature, the slow tempo shifting into harsher tones, his teeth grazing my skin, quite honestly causing my knees to shake.

I kept my eyes trained to the spot, reveling in the sight of him curled behind me, pressing into me in every way that he could, so close to me, so intoxicatingly close to me.

I could never tire of this, of seeing him like this, with me, for me. I leaned into him more, completely giving in, and when his tongue once again flicked out to brush against a bite, I let out a soft groan, reaching my hands down to clutch his.

"Nam- Namjoon." I intended to ask him if we were still going to the Underground, but I couldn't get the rest of the words out. I didn't want to either, I wanted to stay like this forever, or go further, watch him as he str-

Namjoon stiffened behind me, his lips frozen on my neck, his surprised exhale of breath tickling me. "Fuck Sin, you don't know what you're doing-"

"I'm sure you guys are busy, but let's get a move on, I'm not missing Yoongi's performance for the world, not even for you guys to get busy!"

I wanted to laugh at Star's crazed, teasing voice, but the feeling of Namjoon pulling his lips away from my neck was a bitter, sad feeling.

He sighed deeply and leaned his head on my shoulder for a second, and then he stepped back, and his warm, seducing body was gone from mine.

His eyes met mine through the glass one more time, and I held my breath.

"You're lucky she- just, fuck. Fuck Sin, you better watch what you do from now on, because you may cause me to do something." He ran a hand through his hair and then he shook his head and walked out of the room.

I slumped, my arms slamming against the mirror to keep me standing as I leaned forward, feeling exhausted and breathless.

Looking into my eyes, I sighed and ran a hand down my neck, breathing deeply.

Namjoon, I want you to do something....

I shook my head softly to clear my hazy thoughts before walking out of the room on shaky legs.

I walked through the vacant home, trying to collect my thoughts and pull myself together.

Seeing two cars ready to go, I walked towards the sleek black one.

Namjoon's favourite.

Opening the door to the passenger seat, I slipped into the vacant seat, closing the door hard and smirking as the car was immediately forced forward.

Looking back, I saw Suga and Star asleep, their heads resting together, hands clasped in their laps, tangled together.

Jesus, these two, I swear they fake it just to spy on everyone, they have to be, how could anyone sleep that often?

We were soon on the familiar road to the Underground, and I smiled, looking out the window.

I felt pressure on my leg, and I grinned, resting my hand over Namjoon's and turning over to see the dimple that betrayed him, giving away the fact that he was smiling.