HER

pt. 22 Knock

I entered my apartment, which was in darkness. I heard the soft snores of Yoongi on my couch.

I felt numb.

I tried to piece together what Seokjin said but my mind was still too fuzzy from the wine.

Entering my bedroom, I was able to feel something again.

Taehyung was shirtless, cuddling my pillow in the way he had me before.
I suddenly yearned to be in that pillow's place.

I thought about changing; I was still in my work clothes.
However, weariness hit me hard, so I just crawled into bed, careful not to disturb a sleeping Tae.

I wasn't successful, as he threw the pillow aside and took me into his arms.

He nuzzled my hair. "I didn't mean to fall asleep .." he murmured sleepily.

I shushed him, cuddling into his body some more. "It's okay, just sleep." I whispered.

He mumbled something incoherent, his words fading into the deep breathing of sleep.

I wasn't long in following after.

When I woke, I was pressed up against Taehyung, my face on his chest as his arms and legs draped over my body.
I may have had the best sleep of my life.

I was able to wiggle out enough room to reach my phone.

I nearly screamed.

11:37!?!?

I had text messages.
Lee Gun Ho:
- Seokjin spoke of your illness, please take today to rest. Rest well this weekend. I hope to see you Monday!"

Seokjin covered for me...

Taehyung stirred beside me, cuddling his face against mine. "Do you have to leave?" His voice, groggy from sleep, sounded regretful.

I smiled. "No," I replied softly, "You have me all day."

"Hopefully longer than that." He said, his voice slowly awakening. He planted a kiss on my head.

I turned to look at him as he rubbed his eyes.

He looks so innocent when he's sleepy...

That immediately changed when he looked at me, his bedhead only accentuating the sexy smirk he gave me.

He took my chin in one hand and brought my face to his, kissing me gently.

I brought my hands to his bare chest, unable to resist touching him.
His skin was so soft but he felt solid and firm.

He brought his hands slowly down my chest to land on my waist, carefully pulling me toward him.

Our kiss intensified, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

When I happened to, completely unintentionally, brush below his belt.

I felt the effects that our kiss had on him.

That I had on him.

I broke our kiss and smiled slyly.
But his expression was anything but humourous.

His eyes gazed at my lips as if he hadn't wanted anything as much as he did right then.
He ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

I had to look away and catch my breath.

He took my chin again to look me in the eyes.
"I only want what you want, Jo." His voice so deep, and serious.

"I want..." I started.

I racked my brain for the word I was looking for, some sort of coherent answer. But it was hard to think with those dark perfectly shaped eyes staring so intently at me, as if I were the only thing he ever wanted to look at.

So all I was able to manage, was a breathless, "You."

His smile was so satisfied, I felt myself blush harder.

I didn't have much time to feel embarrassment though, as he kissed me again.

His hand went to my chest, undoing the buttons to my wrinkled work shirt.
His hand deftly worked at my buttons, his lips leaving mine to travel to my neck.

A small moan escaped my lips; I felt him smile against my neck before he resumed his kisses.

I helped him removed my shirt, undoing my bra in the process.

He sighed happily, looking at my breasts before planting kisses on them.

His long hands felt at my body as his kisses traveled lower, and lower.

My pulse quickened, his tender lips grazing my navel, traveling to my hip bones.

He took the tops of my boy shorts between his teeth, gently tugging them down...

What a time to not be wearing sexy underwear..

I almost groaned. But he didn't seem to pay any mind to it.

He kissed my thighs, his gentle fingers brushing against my skin behind.

His soft kisses intensified as they traveled towards the middle...

KNOCK KNOCK.

He paused.

I held my breath.

Maybe whoever was there, at the absolute worst time possible, would just leave.

Taehyung waited a moment before resuming...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I gritted my teeth.
Taehyung lifted his head, tilting it in question.

I opened my mouth to speak when another obnoxious knock pounded on my door.

A sigh escaped my mouth instead as I sat up.

Taehyung handed me his shirt to throw over my nakedness, kissing me on the head.

I smiled apologetically.
After I dressed, I stormed out of my room.

Yoongi was beginning to stir on the couch.

Where's Melissa and Jimin?

I reached for the door as another knock began.

If someone isn't dying... I'm going to kill them.

I swung open the door.
A dishelved Jimin stood there, looking as if he hadn't slept all night.
"My phone died... I'm sorry, noona." He ran a hand through his hair, out of breath.

"Jimin-ah, what's going on?" Yoongi joined us at the door.
Taehyung was right behind him.

"Where's Melissa?" I asked Jimin.

Jimin looked down, ashamed.
"Forgive me, noona. There was an accident. Melissa is in the hospital."

I felt as if I were going to throw up.