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Jin Perspective

I can feel eyes on my face. They seem soft and curious watching me sleep and I take a moment to mumble a soft, "What?"

One eye of mine is squished, the other barely open. I catch you smile from my blurred vision and my heart skips from its slow course of rhythm. If I look right, you seem to be shyly smiling away. But then I blink and see that I must've just been imagining that reaction.

Your face, beautiful, woken, and  touched with makeup. It takes me a second to see that your hair is wet, and you are laying in a robe. My head arches, eyes still tired while I look around and see I'm still in your room. The difference from last night is the darkness that is no longer found. The sun from your opened windows plays along with the loud wind that tickles your curtains.

I look back at you.

My smile is carrying embarrassment. "I fell asleep again?"

You nod. There is something behind your eyes I cannot read. In this moment I forget who you are, what you represent, and why your arm rests with a snuggle on my hand draped under you. All I see is a beautiful woman in my arms, woken and greeting me with a smile that would make any man drop to his knees and propose. Not that I was going to, I awkwardly laugh inside my head before blinking away and looking around the room again.

"Are you like this with all women you sleep with?" You snuggle into the pillow my head rests on and your mouth smells minty. My cheeks flush and I am scared to speak. It is clear you cleaned up, but just tasting my own mouth right now, I'm afraid to have your poor nostrils smell me.

"Haven't slept with many." I awkwardly laugh. "I haven't even gotten past initial texting at this point. Been too busy with the group to really..." I stop, realizing I'm rambling and soft eyes are sweet while listening. This is weird.

I blush. I shouldn't be here but still am, a second night, a second morning after. This morning is different since you aren't panicked, and none are dragging you out violently...

You pout. I blush harder when seeing that my awkwardness brings a prostitute amusement. "No girl messages you back?"

"I know, right?" I try to laugh with you. "I mean," I point at my face, "Look at me, it's hard to believe."

You are giggling, and I am no longer blushing. I smile shy, but I don't blush. I like how you laugh.

"You are really handsome." Your laughter dims a little. There is the same look in your eyes as before and I am growing hot again. "If I were to receive a text from you I would've replied instantly."

I grin, smirk, and play into my façade as a player. "Of course you would, look at me." I repeat myself. You laugh again but manage to roll your eyes a little before patting my chest and sitting away from my arm.

My arm is numb. Millions of needles prick slow under my skin and it takes a while to have my joints and muscles wake. Sitting up and exaggeratedly wiggling my naked muscles around, I mumble about your weight and smile to myself when you gasp and slap at my chest with a light tap. I smile larger, your hand is hesitant to touch me even with slaps and I find that amusing. I also find it cute.

My joking dims down for a second. For someone I've spent two nights with already, its strange that I get uncomfortable just speaking naturally in conversation. So I try. I try as a I say, "You don't have to be scared to touch me outside of work."

Your brows arch as you are handling your wet hair. You laugh.

My bros jump as well. "That came out wrong, what I meant was-" My bottom lip is bit by your teeth teasingly and I seal my words fast. I am shocked, but more so I am shy all over again, and I hate it. You blink, stare over at my eyes. The fact that you don't comment on my bad breath amazes me.

"You were saying?" You ask, smiling as you lean forward. Your face is inches away, your hands helping you stay up as you are rest on your bare knees. I stare at your legs, the red silk wrapped around you, and the slits that expose a little of your breasts that hide under the fabric. Cheeks are tomatoes as I look back to your eyes that flicker patiently.

"I-I-"

You smile at me fluster. I blink fast before catching my breath.

"I was saying how you shouldn't fear me reporting or complaining in anyway." I gulp, my eyes child-like, "T-That's all I wanted to say. Don't be shy around me...don't be shy to touch me outside of just intercourse."

"Intercourse?" You're laughing again, and I don't see what is so funny.

"Yes."

"Intercourse." You say it again but mimic my voice. I am shocked that your impression almost sounds real. But still, I hide the reaction, I still don't find anything humourous about my words.

"What's so funny?"

You laugh louder.

"I-"

"Aw," you pout, nodding before willingly touching me with a tap to the nose, "What a cutie-pie you are."

"I'm serious, don't feel shy around me."

"It's hard to be shy around you when you claim that area of reaction for yourself." You taunt further.

I swallow hard trying to laugh with you teasing me, but deep down I want to roll out your opened window because you speak truth. I am shy, and I am awkward. Suddenly, I'm getting war flashbacks for all the times Jungkook would tell me how awkward my life overall is.

"I guess I'll try to be better myself."

You point at the space between the both of us. "Is this what I think it is?"

"What?" My brows furrow and I struggle to stand up from the bed that creaks underneath me without falling. As I stand, I feel your eyes staring at my body, but I focus on just shielding my chest as I get my shirt. I don't even remember taking it off, the last I recall I had it on during the time with you.

"You trying to make friends with me?"

I laugh, eyes trailing along the floor as I'm struggling to find my jacket and shirt. My jeans are on me and I thank the universe for not having me wake to see my penis in full view, while you stared at me sleep.

"Might as well since I'll be spending time with you for two weeks," I shrug and smile huge when I find my jacket successfully.

My shirt is still missing, and I hear you whistle, catching my eyes as if I'm some dog. My shirt is in your fingers and you are smiling sweetly before bringing it over to me. You walk on your knees on the bed and I try not to get turned on by your expressions. I take the fabric from you.

"Thanks."

The beauty before me nods. "You were talking and undressing yourself while asleep," you mock me again and I find myself to smile more, "Something about 'wanting to make it up to me' again...hm, wonder what that was about." You smirk, I try not to stare at your eyes as I put my shirt on quickly.

My jacket is in my hands. I don't put it on since I'm weirdly heated this morning.

"I said that?"

I watch you nod, your legs moving off the corners of the sheet so you can stand to your feet. I step back when you stand in front of me. I give you space to breathe since I, for sure need some for myself. Your fruity smell confuses me and I feel faint from it. It is subtle, it is sweet. Your scent makes me think of your smile that I surprisingly crave to see.

"Repeatedly."

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"Why would you apologize for wanting to go down on a prostitute." You snort and I am blushing over and over.

"I-I don't know."

"You stutter a lot."

"Thanks," I swallow hard.

You step closer to me, there is a playful glint in your eyes and I step back. My breath catches in my throat and I giggle like a school girl having an asthma attack as I point to the door. "I should, I should go right? Duke will be mad again if I stay too long, I-"

"He won't, he knows what you owe and doesn't care enough to check up on me." The fact that you are smiling as you say that makes me even more awkward.

"Oh, so we-"

"We can do whatever we want, whenever we want," you smile, fingers tangling into my shirt, but I giggle again and move back. My throat is bursting from discomfort as I gulp air.

"Really?" My voice is high.

You giggle yourself. "Yes cutie, really."

"Cutie?" My brows furrow and you try to cling onto me again. Shuffling my feet back and moving away from your hands at my belt. My awkward laughing is back, and people hearing it outside the room probably think car windows are being cleaned.

It is a chase. I awkwardly move, and you giggle and try to jump over at me. "Why so shy huh?" you tease, eyes narrowing as your hands grip at my shoulders. I'm a running mess as I scout away from your touch, "I-I'm not shy."

You gasp. "The stuttering is back, what a surprise."

"I'm just," I swallow, mouth in a quivering smile, "I'm just tryna leave."

"I can see that." Your lips come for a kiss and my clammy, sweaty hand slaps over to your lips. Your eyes widen but you're trying not to laugh at my palm as I am rushing backwards again.

It is a weird moment and for a second I swear my mind tricks me into believing that you may be trying to escape from my hold, by tickling my sides. As I flinch, there is a crack of the door that opens, my fingers part from your mouth fast but they slide on your bottom lip that is painted with shades. My heart flutters. I look at your lipstick I smeared accidentally before looking over at the faces that open the door.

There are so many women that hold different coloured eyes. All are staring at me. Some smile, some hold no expression at all. One scowls and I look over at her beautiful face, my brows arch. Her face does not seem to belong in such a dangerous place as this one, her body tiny, petite, and making my heart flare for purposes that made my cheeks flush greatly.

I feel your eyes at the side of my face and but I don't look your way. I am too busy staring at one girl in the posse of women freshly woken.

"He's even cuter than I pictured," her voice is velvety smooth. I feel tingles run down my spine. It takes me long to realize that my jaw is loosened, and my gaze is obviously perverted.

The girl with the long hair, cat-like eyes, and beautiful body and voice smiles. She likes that I'm looking at her the way I am, and I don't notice you sulk next to me and grow awkard in your robe. I'm busy staring at another that has caught my eyes.

"Wh-"

"Cya," I finally flash away from my daze when seeing you speak. I stare over at you, catch myself from drooling and notice how tense you suddenly are. "What do you want? You shouldn't even be here." You focus on the woman, none other.

The girl grins. It is so cunning yet so charming and I don't appreciate it being on such a cute face as hers; it feels misplaced and unwanted. My heart is pattering again but I force myself to look away when I feel a nudge from your arm. I swallow, notice your muscles flexing. There is something between you and the beautiful women by the door so I try to stay quiet and wait for you to question her...

"Whatever," Cya barks, "Just come down and greet Sarah."

I snap my head up.

You are surprised yourself, a smile of relief strokes your face and I find myself to smile as well. This could mean good things. This could mean my freedom from such a deal holding me down to you. Okay, that sounds a little harsh without even intending.

"Wha-"

"Quit being surprised, just come down with Mr. Sexy over here." Cya moves her smile to face me and I smile back. I smile largely and accept her flirting that tests my eyes.

Some girls giggle, others are rolling their eyes but all call to leave with their toes marking the cold tiles of the hall across the room. They leave and I watch all of them. I watch Cya, the one I pay attention to the most leave with grace. My heart fills with something I don't understand, but what I don't realize is the idiotic smile that is glued to my face when Cya winks at me and disappears.

There is a snap of fingers by my face. My eyes adjust back to you.

"Come." You are no longer smiling as you walk forward and get to exit yourself.

I'm shy and awkward again, like always. Standing and moving in my space in confused steps, I'm unsure if I should be following you. My jacket is clutched in my sweaty hands and I look over all of the room only to hear your voice again. I jump when you yell over at me.

"Hurry!"

"Okay, okay," I mumble under my breath, rushing with fast legs so I can catch up to you walking down the steps. Once I catch up, it isn't a surprise my feet are slipping. I try to focus on my feet but also your face next to me.

"Do you think Duke's still here? Does that mean we won't have to continue with this?" My voice is excited. "I-I-" I fall a little but I catch myself by holding the railing tight.

"Jin," I hear you whine a little. Your hand awkwardly finds mine. I take it, laughing to myself over somewhat falling.

"Wow, I-"

"Just shut up and keep walking." You snap at me.

My brows furrow. Your face is no longer lit with kindness, sweetness. There is something that clearly bothers you to have such a shift in emotion and expression, but I cannot pin-point the reason. I just figure it is because of Sarah being back? Maybe?

"Okay." I cutely respond back, walking hand-in-hand with you as you lead the way down the rest of the stairs.

As we reach the bottom and are inches from greeting Sarah, my hands are sweating against yours. You say something. You say something so soft under your breath and my face scrunches in offence. I want to gasp and challenge you with questions, but I don't.

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend," you bitterly spit under a murmur.