TᕼE GOᒪᗪ Iᑎ TᕼE ᗪᗩᖇK | ᑎᗩᗰᒍIᑎ (ON GOING)

TᕼIᖇTY TᕼᖇEE

SEOKJIN

Oh my gosh I really just did that.

I've been waiting for so long to tell Namjoon I love him, and I just did. And he said I love you back! I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Whew, I thought I was rushing it," I sighed, allowing Namjoon to flip us over so I laid on top of him. I smiled, knowing that meant he felt better.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're adorable."

I heard the familiar words so much, yet I couldn't get enough of it. Whenever I whined and told him to stop it, I never really meant it.

"It's still raining," Namjoon yawned. I nodded against his chest.

"Sorry I became a mess and we couldn't have sex," he smiled sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it, you were in distress, of course we couldn't continue, I'm not a heartless person," I laughed. I stopped laughing abruptly when Namjoon's hands dropped down to my butt.

"You're not trying to turn me on right now, are you?" I asked suspiciously.

"Huh?" Namjoon looked genuinely confused. I awkwardly motioned to my rear and he gasped, withdrawing his hands to cover his red face with.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," he muttered. "I didn't even realize, I'm so sorry-"

"I didn't say you couldn't continue," I shrugged innocently. He peeked through his fingers.

"You're such a flirt," he snorted, lightly smacking my butt, but I didn't stop him from doing it. It was kind of awkward when he trailed his hands back down there, so I grabbed them and slipped them under my robe and onto my thin pajama pants to hurry him up.

"What happened to all your innocence?" Namjoon laughed.

"I guess you changed me," I winked, covering my flushing face soon after. Why am I like this?

Namjoon only laughed, placing his large palms on my butt cheeks and squeezing them. I suppressed a gasp from the strangely pleasurable action.

I knew I had a nice butt, my friends always joked about that, but I've never been in a relationship before, so I've never let anyone hold it. I'm also a virgin, I don't do hook ups and all that stuff, that's Jimin.

We cuddled in comfortable silence with Namjoon's hands on my rear, squeezing and massaging it as if we did this every day. I could get used to this, honestly.

"You like that?" Namjoon asked when I let out a pleased hum, clearly suppressing his laughter while he spread my cheeks then drove them together again. I nodded vigorously, nuzzling my face into his chest.

"We need to do this more often," I yawned. I hadn't realized how late it was from all the drama of today, but it sure tired me out. Namjoon noticed.

"Tired?" He hummed. I nodded sleepily.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

"How am I supposed to do that when you keep pleasuring me?"

Namjoon only laughed, absently squeezing my butt cheeks again. "I don't know, do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I said quickly. "Please don't stop," I requested shyly.

"I wasn't planning on it," he whispered, kissing my jaw. I wasn't bricked up or turned on, it just felt good.

Namjoon fell asleep sooner than I did, his hands still on my cheeks. I smiled at him, kissing his precious forehead.

I felt terrible to see him so weak earlier, he was usually so mentally strong. I mean, he cried at Yoongi's burial, but this time he had a full-on breakdown. My heart shattered when he called himself big and dumb, I never want him to feel that way about himself ever again. I want him to feel as good as he makes me feel.