MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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There indeed was a puddle where I was laying, and he did his best not to laugh. He even put the hand on the side of his face not to look at it as he walked by, but the way the snickering was cracking through his lips was obvious that he's seen it. And was dying laughing inside.

'Shut up.' I punched him gently in the back as I pushed him ahead to the bathroom

'I didn't say a thing!' He laughed as he stepped inside the bathroom, his giggles echoing off the tiles

He turned the water on and turned towards me with a bit more serious look. 'You sure you want to? You don't have to pressure yourself.'

I kept looking into his eyes as I took off my shirt and dropped it on the tile floor. I pulled my bottoms off just the same, then stepped out of them, taking that one step towards him.

He didn't look down. He kept his eyes on mine as he bent just slightly, hooking his fingers on his boxers and letting them fall down. And I didn't look down either.

He only smiled as he opened his hand for me, and I placed it in his.

He walked into the shower backwards, letting the water wash him down, then pulled me a bit closer so it got to me, too.

He let go of my hand and reached for the shower gel, squeezing a good amount on his hand before passing the bottle to me. Instead of the bottle, I took the sponge from the side and took his hand, making him drop all that gel onto the sponge.

Only then I took the bottle, but left it aside and stepped closer to him. 'I want to clean you up.'

'Whatever you want, baby.' He smiled brightly as the water dripped off his lips

I made sure the sponge was soapy, and then I ran it over his chest, letting the soap slide down his torso. He didn't say a thing and stood still, only watch as I ran the sponge over his skin, rubbing the soft item into the perfect dents of his torso.

'I haven't used that thing once.' He finally spoke. 'I tried once, while you were gone, and I had a panic attack. I sat here in the corner and cried for nearly 2 hours.'

I felt like crying imagining him sitting here all alone, sobbing and breaking. Falling apart. And I couldn't do a thing to help.

'Want to use it now? On me?' I offer it to him with a sad smile, but receiving an honest one in return

He gently took it from my hand and kissed my forehead. 'Just tell me if it gets too much.'

'It won't.'

He nudged me to turn around and started running the sponge over my shoulders. The soap slipped down my body, pooling around my feet as he gently cleaned my back, rubbing the sponge down my spine. I could feel him tracing my tattoo slowly, pausing slightly when he reached the scar on my back, but he moved on quickly.

He pressed his chest close to my back, murmuring softly, 'Can I wash you here?' The sponge traced between my breasts and down my stomach, and I just nodded and closed my eyes, leaning back into him completely.

Like I remember him doing before, he swirled the soapy sponge from my throat, down my collarbones, and around my breasts. One by one, he circled them around, then cleaned between them until the soap ran down my stomach. He gently rubbed it over my ribs and down my stomach, but unlike before, he stopped at my hips. He didn't go further.

He left the sponge on the side, but he didn't let go, and I wouldn't want him to. He pressed up closer against my back, nuzzling into the side of my neck where he left a few kisses.

If this was before, I would be pressed up against the tiled wall with his fingers or more between my legs. But now he's still being careful and is holding me lovingly, murmuring he loves me after each kiss.