Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Paradise

It's absolutely impossible to feel anything but excitement and enthusiasm on the way to the hotel. Busan is beautiful, and my eyes can barely take it all in as the sights blur by outside the tinted car window. There's water as far as the eye can see, as well as mountains looming in the distance. I've grown to love Seoul but this is a much-welcomed change. And I can't wait to tear off these dark layers and put some sun on my skin.

An entire floor of a 5-star hotel has been reserved for BTS and Big Hit staff and I'm more than happy to learn that we also have our own private pool. I'm not sure if anyone else is planning to dip their toes in but I know that's one thing I'll have to do before I leave.

My room is incredible, as expected, and I waste no time flopping back on the king-size bed after checking out my gorgeous view of the sea from my balcony. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd be in a place like this. I've never been religious, but someone up there must really like me.

Anxious to get out of my hot clothes, I change and throw on some cutoff shorts and a tank top. As I'm finishing unpacking, a knock sounds at my door. I expect it's Mimi—she texted me when they had landed—so I whip open the door. And I find that it's not Mimi. It's Namjoon.

"Oh." He eyes are wide and appreciative as they roam my body. "I wanted to..." He swallows. "Check to see if you had gotten in ok."

"Yeah," I smile. "Um...do you wanna...?"

I'm not sure what etiquette allows. Yeah, the managers know about us, but the other staff doesn't. What would they think if they saw Namjoon entering my room? Would they think the fluent English speaker was there for an impromptu lesson? Not likely.

Namjoon looks right then left, scanning the hallway. He nods. "Yeah."

I step aside so he can enter and he does so cautiously. We live together. He's been in my room and I've been in his. Yet this seems different. There's a certain mystique that comes with hotel rooms. Like a smaller scale version of Vegas: what happens in hotel rooms stays in hotel rooms.

"You want something to drink? I have a ton." There was a huge, bountiful basket of beverages and snacks waiting for me when I arrived. I wasn't sure if it was a gift from the hotel or a standard perk of being staff. All I know is that I have already broken into a chilled mini bottle of something sweet, strong, and sparkling.

Namjoon shakes his head. "We've got an interview later."

I love that he's so responsible when it comes to his role as the leader. Would one drink affect his ability to answer the same questions he's answered probably a million times? Probably not. But he's professional, almost to a fault. And he's incredibly young to boot.

"Wanna sit?" I ask, hopping onto the bed.

Namjoon looks at the armchair then to the spot beside me, weighing his options. He's noticeably nervous which is silly. He just commanded the attention of the entire world. The group's airport appearance is trending everywhere and Busan is buzzing with their arrival.

He finally takes a seat on my bed with me, although there's a good two feet between us.

"Did you like the flight?"

I nod. "It was awesome. I'd never been in something so nice. And you guys get to fly in private jets all the time? Amazing."

He casts his gaze to the ground. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I almost stop myself from reaching out to touch him but then remember we're alone. I rest my palm on top of his hand.

"I hate pretending like you aren't there."