lost in translation || BTS

partially naked

"Namjin."

SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?

I've let down all the ARMYs, our secret is out in the open. What am I supposed to do? Swear started to form on my forehead as I tried to think what next to say. Before he could question this name, I cut him off.

"I want a NiTae!" I practically screamed, as Taehyung grunted. I stroked his hair, putting him back to his sleep that was disturbed.

"NiTae? Nia and Taehyung?"
"Wow, quick learner." I laughed nervously, wiping my palms on the blankets. My dress was a little too tight and it was riding up my thighs constantly.

"I think you should sleep." I said, softly, as I saw him yawn for the hundredth time. He nodded slowly, before letting the blankets devour him. "The sweatshirts are on the left." He said, and I soon heard his comfortable breathing. Not wanting to disturb him anymore, I walked out of bed slowly and made my way towards the wardrobe.

I slid the door open and saw perfectly folded and hung clothes, all different colours and styles. I smiled at how much of a star my Tae is, and also got jealous because my closet wasn't half as fabulous. I looked over to the left and found a lot of sweatshirts hung above me. This wardrobe was awfully tall for me, I tried to stand on my toe and reach out for a black one that looked the least expensive.

I started to climb the bottom shelf, in an attempt to grab the clothing. When I'd successfully captured it, I jumped off the shelf backwards and landed on my feet. I highfived myself, as I started to move towards the bathroom. My face clashed into something really hard. A chest. A very muscular chest.

I looked up and found Taehyung's eyes, which were not so sleepy anymore. He bent down a little, his face closer to mine. He pinched my nose with his index and thumb finger and scrunched his face cutely.

"You are cute." He complimented me, before standing up straight and walking upto the wardrobe as I blinked several times. He had a pair of boxers and two tshirts in his hand.

"Here." He said, handing me a tshirt and smiling like a kid. I walked back to properly fold and keep the sweatshirt on the shelf I could reach. I took the clothing from his hands, and walked towards the bathroom. Only to have him follow me.

When I stopped, his front crashed against my back and I let out a soft laugh. Suddenly, I felt his large hands hug from behind and lock in front of my belly. His chin dug into the crook of neck, and I laughed as his breath ticked my skin. I turned my head to kiss his temple, and my right hand cupped his left cheek.

"I never got to tell you."
"Hm?" He sang, his deep and hoarse voice driving me overboard.
"I really like you." I kissed on his lips, and got out of his grip to race into the washroom. I was about to close the door, but he stopped it midway. His strong form halting my movements.

"I wish I could talk to you about everything that's going through my mind, without having you look at me in confusion. It makes me awfully sad that we cannot have a proper conversation."

Oh, my baby. My heart broke at how his words and face were a complete contrast. He was trying his best to hold onto that smile, and not let me know how he really was feeling.

"I promise I'll learn Korean." I said, walking out from behind the door and standing on my toes to kiss him. His hand slid from the door to meet with my waist. His other hand holding onto the clothes. I let my free hand hook around his neck, and deepened the kiss.

I don't know why, but I didn't want to rush things with him. I'd usually pounce at the chance of having sex, but I didn't want that with him. I wanted it slow. And the reason why I wanted it slow, scared me a lot.