As the day went on, everyone's blood was getting laced with more and more alcohol. If they didn't have inhibitions before, they had absolutely no sense now.

J-Hope had beaten everyone with the level of drunkedness he had achieved early on, but seeing as he was still asleep after trying to get naked, he didn't count anymore.

I couldn't tell if V was even drunk or not, because he was acting just as crazily as he always did. He kept making faces at Jungkook and laughing loudly, mimicking everyone when they looked away.

Suga was more energetic than usual, as he was standing over a giggling Star, shaking his hips and dancing with a wide smile, his lips pulled up to show his gums. Star was absolutely delighted by him, clapping and staring up at him like he was an angel.

I think he wasn't all that drunk though, because he usually got more aggressive when he was drunk, and he was like a gentle little fluff right now. Then I saw the pipe at their feet, and it made sense.

I liked seeing him like that, looking free and happy rather than looking like he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. And Star too, looked giddy, no trace of hidden insecurities in her eyes. Her smile was free, and her eyes glinted in happiness.

Jimin was sitting next to J-Hope, his cheeks flushed, his nose red. He was grinning at everyone, laughing a boisterous laugh at anything that anyone said. He held J-Hope's hand in his, and whenever J-Hope stirred, he turned his attention to him, making sure that he wasn't falling off the chair or uncomfortable in his sleep. Jimin had a soft smile when he looked at the sleeping J-Hope.

Angel had passed out, and Jungkook was sitting at her feet, next to V. They were nudging each other and grinning, sharing laughs as they threw pinecones into the fire, laughing more when Jimin scolded them for disturbing the groaning J-Hope.

Namjoon was still through all of this. I could hardly feel his chest rising and falling on my back, barely felt the brush of his breath down my neck as his head lay rested on my shoulder.

His grip on my waist had loosened, and I would've thought he was close to sleeping, but I knew his head was too full of Jin to sleep.

We stayed like for the rest of the night, scarcely even breathing.

The sun was peeking up through the tree line, and the fire had died down a long time ago.

V, Jungkook and Angel were huddled together in a chair. Suga and Star were passed out, their heads hanging off one side of the chair, their legs sprawled over the other arm. J-Hope and Jimin were sleeping in their chairs, but their hands hung between the space between them, clasped together tightly.

Namjoon hadn't slept a wink, I was sure, so I wasn't surprised when he was staring down at me when I opened my eyes.

"Let's go." He sounded impatient, like he had been waiting for me to wake up for a long time.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes before Namjoon stood up, effectively sending me to my feet. His arms around my waist was the only thing keeping me from falling, surprised by his sudden movement.

"Because your face looked relaxed for once." He didn't look at me as he spoke, quickly grabbing my hand and running ahead, his long legs making it impossible for me to keep in step next to him.

I struggled to keep my balance as he pulled me along, and his hand in mine was the only thing keeping me from falling behind.

We reached the building fast, and Namjoon all but dragged me inside, bringing me to his room.

When the door closed, he let go of my hand, but didn't make a move.

I looked up at him confused, only to see his eyes staring down into mine, such an intensity in them that I nearly lost my breath.

His lids were low as he stared down at me, his supple lips parted, soft breaths leaving them. I stared up at him, biting my own lips, wishing they were his.

My hands hesitated at my sides, battling the urge to launch themselves at him, resisting the urge to run my hands over his body, anywhere that I could reach, anywhere that he'd let me touch him.

My stomach clenched and my chest tingled, and he took a miniscule step towards to me, hardly getting closer. Instead of stepping back, I stayed still, staring at him.

I clenched my hands into fists, digging them into my thighs to keep from touching him.

His hand slowly reached out, his thumb pressing to my cheek before falling to my shoulder.

"Sin, thank you." His voice was low, as if it had gotten caught deep down in his throat.

After he said my name, I couldn't resist it any longer. I leaned forward until my body crashed against his with a harsh thud. My hands shot up to hold his face, my thumbs pressed to his cheeks, my fingers reaching out to sift into his hair.

I pulled him down while reaching onto the tips of my toes, tilting my head up, desperate to feel his lips on mine.

All this time he let me do it, but he paused just before his lips met mine, holding back while I tried to stand taller to reach him.

"Sin, you're very needy for me, aren't you." His eyes were glinting in amusement, his lips, his delectable lips, pulled into a smirk.

"Don't pretend like you didn't do that on purpose, please." I pulled my eyebrows together and unintentionally pouted.

"I'm just being my usual self, am I that irresistible to you?" He licked his lips, laying it on thick, teasing me as much as he could, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it.

"Namjoon, I can think of 3 things off the top of my head right now that you could be doing with your lips. All of them would be immensely more entertaining than talking." I let go of his face, giving up on trying to forcibly pull him down to my lips.

I let them fall, brushing down his neck, catching on the base before pressing into his chest.

Scarcely knowing what I was doing, my fingers got busy with unbuttoning his shirt. I didn't stop, not when I could see his collarbones, not even when his chest started peeking out.

I stared at my fingers as I did it, only looking away to see Namjoon's face, seeing the smirk slowly move into parted lips balanced between a smile and a frown.

Aside from his face, he didn't react. He just stared at me as my fingers moved quickly, desperately.

I hadn't even unbuttoned down his stomach when he finally reacted, alarming me with his sudden movement.

In less than a second, he had moved us back, pinning me between the wall and his body. He smacked his hand onto the wall next to my head, leaning down until his lips were level with my forehead.

He tilted his head down so that his forehead rested on top of my head.

I stood still, my hands frozen on his shirt.

"What, now you're nervous? What happened to thinking of all the things that I can do with my lips?" He leaned closer to me, his free hand moving to slip behind my neck, brushing against the sensitive skin. "I can think of a lot more than three."

My heart was trying to beat out of my chest and rocket to space, my stomach was trying to twist itself in knots, my lungs were failing me, and I felt paralyzed.

Hazy thoughts clouding my mind, I trailed my eyes up from his exposed chest to his face, licking my lips and gulping.

My throat was dry all of a sudden, and I couldn't speak. I stood there with my mouth open, my eyes staring up into his before dropping back to stare at my hands, still hovered over his half-undone shirt.

Finding my strength again after freeing myself from the cage of his eyes, I continued my task unbuttoning his shirt. With each button that came undone, Namjoon leaned closer and closer to me. My hands got clumsy as I felt his breath hitting my face, and I didn't dare to look up at him.

I struggled with the last button, my fingers moving clumsily as I was distracted by Namjoon. I could feel his face inches from mine, I could see his face in my peripheral vision, I could feel his intense gaze on me.

Finally, I managed to undo the last button, and I took a moment to take in his exposed skin before pressing my fingers against him.

I started at the base of his jeans, feeling his lean stomach before trailing up to feel his bare chest.

As my fingers lightly brushed against his exposed skin, he tilted his head, pressing his generous lips to my neck, dragging them down to the base where my neck met my shoulders, his hot breath coating my skin before he gave my neck a gentle kiss.

I closed my eyes, my hands freezing on his chest and my knees buckling slightly.

"Sin." His breath sent shivers down my spine as he mumbled my name against my skin, his lips barely brushing against my neck.

I opened my eyes, looking over at him, already feeling weak.

I'm a sucker for him, and God does he know it. His eyes screamed his glee at the power he had over me.

He slowly made his way up my neck, leaving stinging marks behind. My breathing was getting more ragged with each rough kiss, and when he reached my jaw, I let out a weak breath, my eyebrows pulling together.

He kissed his way back down my neck, moving to the other side before giving me more kisses, biting down harder with each move.

He moved up to my jaw once again, and by then my hands on his chest had turned to clenched fists, digging my nails into his skin.

I struggled to stand tall, I struggled to keep my eyes open, and I struggled to keep from letting out sounds that no one needed to hear.

But Namjoon knew this, and he was toying with me, playing me in all the right spots, his devious lips giving me everything that I didn't dare to ask for.

Finally he pushed just far enough, and the shaky walls I had put up crumbled down as my willpower caved to his sinfully perfect lips.

"Namjoon, please." I all but whined to him, and he froze at my jaw before pulling his head away from my neck.

He stared down at me, and I finally saw that his lids were almost as low as mine were, and I saw the heavy breaths leaving his plump lips as he licked them.

I was panting, and my heart was pounding so fast that I couldn't differentiate between the beats.

This time, when I stood on my tiptoes to reach his lips, he didn't resist.

His lips melded with mine, and I closed my eyes tightly, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, leaning closer to him, my hands moving to press into his bare back so that I could press flat against him so that there was no room between us.