Day Seven

I wake up to the smell of food and voices coming from downstairs. The guys must be here already. Namjoon's arm is wrapped around my ribs and chest, our bare legs intertwined. He's snoring loudly and I quietly giggle as I wonder how I slept through his snores. I turn around to face him and start planting kisses across his face, "Joonie. . .Joonie, I'm hungry." He sleepily swipes at his face before turning over onto his back. I sit on top of his lap and start tickling and poking at him, looking for any ticklish spots he might have, "Joonie, wake up. . .I'm so hungry." Without any warning, his hands shoot up, tickling my ribs as he throws me over on the bed. I scream, laughing as I try to crawl away but he grabs me by my legs and pulls me back. My legs are on either side of him as he reaches forward, grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the bed. He's right on top of me, so close my heart starts pounding like crazy. My face gets hot and my breathing starts coming in short breaths. He leans down, an inch above my face, "Weren't you ever taught not to wake a sleeping bear?" I rub my leg against his thigh, my own hips and thighs aching from the night before, "You don't seem so dangerous to me." Namjoon lowers his face closer to mine, his eyes becoming hooded and sharp, like a fierce beast, "No?" I can feel the corners of my mouth tug as I try to suppress a laugh, "Nope. There's not a single scary bone in your body." He scoffs, his grip tightening on my wrists, "We'll see about that." I gasp as he lunges, teeth biting down on my neck. I squeeze my legs around him, pulling him in closer. Namjoon swipes his tongue over his bite mark before gently sucking on the spot of flesh. I giggle as shocks of electricity shoot down my body, my hips squirming beneath him. I can feel Namjoon harden between my legs, his length slipping along my now-wet slit. My nails dig into my palms as Namjoon's guttural moan sends chills down my body, "Still hungry?" He looks at me, a different kind of hunger in his eyes now. I quickly shake my head, "Food can wait."

I slowly spin in front of the bathroom mirror, glancing over my buttercup yellow sundress, curled hair and makeup. I quickly dab a bit of pink lip gloss on and tie a white ribbon bow around my head like a headband. I slip on my new comfy white tennis shoes and take one last look in the mirror, satisfied with how I look.I walk downstairs to find the guys and Jenn seated around the table having breakfast. I don't see Joonie. "WOW! Pretty!" Jin yells from the table and everyone looks over. They all start yelling out compliments and Jimin comes over, boyishly putting an arm around my shoulders, "You look so pretty, noona. I might have to steal you for myself." I laugh and jokingly push him away, "Stop being such a playboy and go eat."

I steal a piece of bacon off of Jenn's plate as I feel a hand lightly grab my waist, Joonie's deep voice in my ear, "That dress looks so good on you, I might have to take you back upstairs." I get shivers down my neck to my toes, blushing. JK, Tae, and Jimin nudge each other and laugh at me, "You better hurry up and leave, hyung, before she melts into a puddle." My face gets even hotter, pointing my piece of bacon at Jimin like a weapon, "Jimin! I swear to Go-". My wrist is suddenly in Namjoon's grasp as he turns me around, smiling ear to ear. His hair is parted and he smells like pine, sandalwood and lavender soap. How can he smell so damn good? His face looks smooth, freshly shaven. I can't help but wonder how someone can be so handsome. I wonder even more how I got to be so lucky to get a date with him. He tells me we're going out for breakfast so I eat half the piece of bacon and pop the rest into his mouth. We say our goodbyes to everyone and head out for the day, hand in hand.

Our driver pulls up in front of the Dilly Dally Cafe and I can't help but smile. Namjoon squeezes my hand, "I wanted to start our date back where we started. I know we met by accident. . . twice, but if I hadn't spilled our coffees that day, I wouldn't be here with you right now so I'm grateful for this little cafe now. You looked so beautiful that day. Even then I knew I wanted to see you again." I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, "I was so nervous being so close to you in the park. I could barely even look at you." We have breakfast and he asks me about the places I've seen in Seoul during my vacation. I tell him about falling more in love with Seoul every day and all the places I want to see whenever I come back.

Following breakfast, we arrived at Lotte World. Namjoon grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together before glancing down at my body, "You look so beautiful in that dress today so there's something I want to do." He leads me to two different clothing stores. He seems to be looking for something but doesn't find whatever it is. We go to a third department store and as soon as he spots what he wants, he gets excited and takes me to what he saw. He lifts a hanger from one of the clothing racks, showing me a long-sleeved, buttercup yellow cashmere sweater. "Since we don't know when we'll get another opportunity to go on a proper date, I wanted to do it right today. I've always enjoyed seeing happy couples wearing matching outfits. It might seem small but it's an experience I want to share with you." I look back at all the times I saw pictures of Korean couples wearing matching shirts and sweaters and thinking it was such a sweet gesture, slightly envious, "Really? That's so sweet of you. I love it." I reach up on my toes and kiss his cheek. He smiles so widely his eyes turn into little moon crescents over his dimpled cheeks before he rushes off to the fitting room to change.

We spent the next hours shopping in Common Ground. I bought a few CDs, some souvenirs for family and friends back home and a few outfits that Namjoon helped me pick out. He goes crazy for clothes and buys six outfits. Our stomachs start to rumble so we head out for lunch. We pull up to a tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant on a narrow street. The sign above reads "Yoojung Sikdang". I look up at Namjoon and there's a big smile on his face as he looks through the window. I follow his line of sight and I see an older woman with dark curls and glasses taking orders from a table of four. Something seems familiar. She walks away and he takes my hand, leading me inside. "Ahjumma!" He calls. The woman turns around and a big smile instantly spreads across her face as soon as she realizes it's Namjoon. She then notices me and our fingers interlocked. Her eyes slightly widen as she rushes over, giving us both hugs. They speak in Korean and he introduces us before she sits us at a table near the kitchen. I look around and finally realize why it seems familiar. "Is this. . . is this the restaurant from Rookie King?" He smiles in agreement, "We all still like to come by and eat whenever we can but this is the first time I've ever brought a date with me." We spend the next two hours eating and talking as Ms. Kang sits down with us periodically to tell me stories of the boys during their pre-debut days.

The rest of our evening flies by in a flash as we spend time in Seoul Forest along with families enjoying the weather. We play on the swings, go for a bike ride and even feed animals. We walk around enjoying the scenery, holding hands and watching the various couples before stopping to sit near the playground, watching parents and children playing together. We talk about our own families, friends, dreams, and goals for our futures. Time slips by. "Are you hungry? I was thinking we could go somewhere to eat or have a picnic by the river," Namjoon says, our fingers interlocked and resting on my lap. I'm starving after all the walking we did this afternoon, "Let's have a picnic! Can we get ramen?" His eyes squint as he smiles, his adorable dimples showing, "It really doesn't take much to make you happy, does it? Ramen it is."

We arrive at a market and start walking through, picking out fruits, snacks, some cucumber kimchi and drinks. It dawned on me that this is our first time grocery shopping as a couple. It feels so natural and sweet, as if it's something we've done countless times together. I can't help but feel a little sad that I don't know if we'll experience this again. We get to Han River and find a spot on the grass near the little store Jenn and I found the first night we arrived. Namjoon heads to the store to get us ramen and rice while I set up our picnic. He gets back, almost spilling the bowls of ramen as he trips on a tuft of grass. I giggle as I stand up to help him with the bowls, "I feel like I should wrap you in bubble wrap and stick a hazard sign across your forehead."

We eat, laugh, talk and carry on as the sun starts to go down. The sky is streaked with purple, orange, pink and red, illuminating the river into a beautiful array of colors so beautifully it feels unreal. Namjoonie is laying across the blanket, propped up on his elbow. I lean back against his abdomen, his other arm wrapped around my belly. In comfortable silence, we watch the sun sink into the skyline as the sky darkens and the Banpo Bridge fountain lights turn on. Every now and then, I look over to find him already watching me. His face is illuminated in different colors by the lights. My flight home tomorrow has been in the back of my mind all day, along with fear of not knowing what will happen between us but at this moment, I'm perfectly content to just lay here, staring into his brown eyes. Leaning down towards him, I press a soft kiss against lips, his fingers reaching into my hair, bringing me closer against him. His mouth slowly opens, his tongue reaching into my mouth, making me suddenly far too warm. He lets out a small moan as I bite on his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth. "Joonie?" My voice barely above a whisper, "Let's go home."

Arriving back at the loft, I open the door and my jaw instantly drops. The loft is covered in lit tealight candles and arrangements of lilacs and red roses everywhere. It looks so beautiful and romantic! I look up at Namjoon and he looks just as surprised as I do. "You didn't know about this?" I ask. He shakes his head, "No, I didn't. . ." We walk in and he finds a note on the counter with a single rose:

"Surprise! Operation: First Love is underway! Follow your memories. . ."

Looking over the note, I instantly recognize Jenn's handwriting, "Follow your memories?" We look around the room and see a Polaroid taped to the wall by the staircase. It's a picture from this morning. We're standing by the breakfast table, staring at each other with smiles on our faces, a piece of bacon still in my hand. We climb up the staircase and see more polaroids along the wall. There's one from last night. We're on the couch. His head is in my lap, eyes closed. I'm looking down at him, my hand in his hair. We both look peaceful with smiles on our faces. The very next one is earlier in the night. We're laughing while I shove the slice of pizza in his mouth. I realize the pictures are moments of us leading backwards throughout the week. There's a picture of us sitting on the couch in the office, after the show. We were deciding to give our relationship a try. Someone even took a picture of our kiss right after the show. His strong arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me up against him. I momentarily wonder how they took pictures of us without us noticing but I'm happy they did. We get to the top of the stairs to the remaining polaroids. There's a picture of us in the dorm. It's the moment Jenn and I first met all of BTS. I'm laughing at something and Namjoon is looking down at me with such an intense but loving look in his eyes. It blows me away. That was the first day we met and now I finally understand why everyone has been so intent on us being together. No one has ever looked at me the way he is looking at me in that picture. At this moment, everything changes for me. I want this. I want him, this relationship and for him to always look at me like that. Nothing else matters anymore and in an instant, I know exactly what I want and what to do. We get to the last picture and we're back in the cafe. Standing face to face, both of us look shocked as I stand there soaked in coffee. Joonie's hand is stuffed with napkins and my jaw is practically hitting the floor. This must've been the moment I realized it was him that spilled our coffees. His face is in shock, but there's also a sweet, apologetic shyness to it. My heart melts just looking at him. This was the moment we met and I realize my face is cold and wet with tears. I'm not ready to go back home tomorrow. I need to make this night last a lifetime. We follow the path of flower petals leading to the roof door. We walk outside and there's more flowers and candles surrounding the pool and fire pit. The fire pit is already lit and there's a bucket of chilled wine with a letter. We sit down and read it together.

"Surprise!!! Since you're both special to us, we wanted to make today special for you. Although you are still figuring out what your relationship means after such a short time, time and distance means nothing when your feelings are pure. Love isn't just shown by hugs and kisses. It's in the way you watch each other when you think no one is watching, it's in the endless smile that spreads across your faces just at the sound of their name, and it's in the passion and longing that burns in your eyes when you look at each other. Whether it's been a week or a year, we have never seen either of you this happy so take the chance of a lifetime and make the most of each other with the cards you are dealt. You deserve this. Saranghae! -BTS and the 8th member (Jenn!)"

I'm left not knowing what to say. Love. They wrote 'love'. Is that what this is? Is this what love feels like? My heart's racing and I suddenly feel shy, finally fully aware that we are completely alone in such a romantic setting. I peek over at Namjoon, my cheeks already blushing. He nervously wipes his palms across his pants as if they're sweating. His ears are red and he seems to not know where to look. He clears his throat, "Uhh..d-do you want some wi-" "Yes! I'd love some wine right now, please. . " I nervously blurt out, my voice trailing off with embarrassment. He quickly pours two glasses and we both seem to gulp our wine down in two seconds. He pours two more glasses and I thankfully take it. A couple minutes later, I can feel the warmth of the wine creep through my body. I know I should start to feel relaxed but my heart won't stop pounding while he's sitting so close to me, as if my body is hyper-aware of his proximity. He looks just as nervous, "I think I need a swim." With that, he gets up, pulls his sweater off, walks to the pool and jumps in, clothes and all. With having some space between us, I can finally take a deep breath to slow my heart. I laugh at his sudden spontaneity. I finally relax and walk over to the pool, dipping my fingers in to feel the cool water. "I can't believe you just jumped in like that. You could've changed, you know." He lightly treads water a couple feet away, "I should have but I needed to at the time. Why don't you come in? The water feels great." I smile, getting an idea. I finish another glass of wine, walk back over to the pool, and act before I back out, I cannonball right into the pool.

I re-emerge from the water and Namjoon is laughing again. His laugh is infectious and I end up laughing along with him. I playfully splash him in the face. I try to swim away until I realize my soaking wet dress now feels like it's a hundred pounds heavier. Seeing me struggle to take it off, Namjoon swims over to me, pulling it over my head for me. The dress comes off and I realize he's staring at me, his eyes burning right through me. I don't know if it's the alcohol or him but even in the cool water, I start to feel hot. Out of nowhere, our bodies clash together. His lips and tongue are moving against mine. My back is against the pool wall. My legs are around his hips and I'm grasping onto him anywhere I can reach. His hands caress and squeeze all over my body. I just can't get enough of him. I can feel his hand go under my shirt and across my bare belly. I love his touch and it suddenly scares me how far I'm willing to go for him. "Joon. . J-Joonie. . h-hold on. . we should get out." He nods in agreement, "Uhm, yeah. . . go ahead, I'll be right behind you. I just. . . I need a second. . ." I stifle a giggle as I head inside and go straight to the bathroom. I freak out, so many emotions and thoughts filling my head. Holy crap, what do I do? I've never been in this situation before. Am I ready for this? It has only been a week. . . I'm overthinking this. I can still feel myself buzzing from the wine. I take a deep breath, staring into the mirror. I jump into the shower, hoping it will calm my nerves.

I walk out of the bathroom and Namjoon is towel-drying his hair and rummaging through his bag for dry clothes. He puts his bag in the walk-in closet and goes into the bathroom to change out of his wet clothes. I hear the shower running. I'm still in a bathrobe so I go to the closet to find some pajamas. Noticing his bag, I don't know if I should blame the wine or myself this time but I reach for it instead. He walks out of the bathroom five minutes later in soft grey sweatpants and no shirt. He stops and stares at me. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him, nervously fidgeting with my fingers. I'm wearing his oversized Supreme brand shirt and nothing else. He slowly smiles, "Wow. . . You, uh, you look stunning right now. Comfortable?" Looking back at him, I say "I've never felt more comfortable in my life. I'm sorry I got so nervous outside. I just. . . I don't know. I'm just nervous about leaving tomorrow and what that means for us." I stand up to pull the covers back and hook my finger into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer. My eyes on his, I grasp into the sides of his pants, pulling them down over his hips until they drop to the floor.

We lay down beside each other. I start to pull the covers up over us but he stops my hands, "Wait.I just want to see you like this a little longer." I blush but somehow gaining courage, I turn over, propping myself up with my arms and leaning over him so I'm looking directly down into his eyes. The soft glow from the moon reflects through the pool sending glowing patterns across his skin. He grabs my face, running his thumb across my cheekbone, "Mia, I just need you to know that I'm not ready to give you up. I'm all in." I sit up, moving so that I'm straddling his hips. I take his hands in mine, plant a soft kiss on the palm of his left hand and place his hands on my thighs. Using my hands on top of his as a guide, I run them up my thighs and grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over my body. I'm completely naked and exposed in front of him but I'm not scared anymore. I feel comfortable and safe and it comes naturally with him. I lean down and kiss him, letting our bodies melt together.

Namjoon's hands slide down my back before squeezing on my hips, pushing me down against his groin, his hips moving with mine. I lean back, dragging my nails down his chest and stomach, causing him to his between his teeth. His fingers grip into my thighs, sliding up my body. His thumbs trail up the middle of my stomach before separating at my chest, caressing my breasts before pinching my nipples, causing my body to jolt with surprise. I watch as Namjoon's tongue flicks out over his lips, leaving a pretty sheen. His eyes are dark and hooded. Even his voice is changed, rough and thick with arousal, "Touch yourself."

I am unsure if I heard him correctly. Namjoon places a hand over mine and slowly slides it up my inner thigh until our hands are right over my core. Looking right into my eyes, he repeats himself, "I want to watch you touch yourself." With the last words, his middle finger pushes down on mine, our fingers slipping right into my slit, making me moan. I hesitate, never having masturbated in front of anyone before, but my pause is only for a moment. I slide my finger farther down between my folds, watching Namjoon as he lets my hand go, and crosses his arms beneath his head. Slipping a second finger between my legs, I let my head fall back, letting myself feel just how wet I'm getting. I lean my body back, allowing Namjoon to have a clearer view of my pussy as I continue rubbing myself. Taking my middle and ring finger, I push them inside of myself, moaning louder as I clench around my fingers. My breathing gets faster, more erratic, as I start thrusting my fingers into my entrance, rubbing my clit with my palm.

I can feel my own fluids dripping down, making his cock slick as my hips rock back and forth against him. His fingers dig into my thighs, "You don't even know how sexy you fucking are." I open my eyes, licking my lips, encouraged by Namjoon's words, the look in his eyes and the way his body writes beneath mine, "Stick your tongue out." Without a second thought, he opens his mouth, holding his tongue out. I slip my fingers out of my pussy and watch the strings of my own juices webbed between my fingers before placing them on his tongue. Namjoon's lips close around my fingers, sucking my fingers clean.

Leaning forward, I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. I leave a trail of kisses over his face and neck, Namjoon's hands caressing my back until his hands are on my ass. His fingers knead and squeeze each cheek. Suddenly, I feel his fingertip lightly circle around my hole, before pressing into it, causing me to clench. Reaching over to the bedside table, I pull out the small half- used bottle of lube, snap open the lid, and hand it to him before leaning back down, nuzzling his neck. Only seconds pass before a shock of cold drips down between my ass through my center, making me gasp into his ear before one finger breaches my hole. Namjoon grunts, pushing his finger in as far as he can. Soon enough, he's pushing in a second finger. The slight stinging pain makes me wince but I rock my hips back, urging him for more.

Namjoon's cock twitches between my legs. My skin is hot and flushed, pressure building in my belly for release as his fingers thrust in and out of my hole. I just want him inside me, any way that I can. Reaching between our bodies, I rapidly rub my fingers against my clit, making myself wetter before wrapping my fingers around Namjoon's length, positioning myself against the swollen head of his dick, "If you don't fuck the life out of me right now, I swear to fu-" I yell out, Namjoon giving out a guttural moan as he snaps his hips upward, slamming his length inside of me, "Ah, fuck!"

Namjoon's fingers pull out of me, leaving my hole clenching around air. His hand instead opts for my hip, his fingers digging into my skin and I just know I'm going to wake up with bruises. Gasping for breath, I feel lightheaded, my orgasm teetering on the very edge. I rock my hips back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust, nails grasping onto his chest. My thoughts are scattered, when I suddenly feel a hand clasp around my throat firmly, "Is this how you like to be fucked?" His other hand lifts from my hip and comes back down with a hard, burning slap to my left ass cheek, a choked gasp escaping my lips as he releases pressure around my throat. Arching my back, a grasp into his thighs, "D'dont stop, fuck! Do it, again!" Namjoon tightens his grip around my neck, my hand reaching down, rubbing my bud until finally, heat washes over me in waves of ecstasy. My orgasm riding with each thrust as I twitch and clench around his cock. My body bursts with electricity, beads of sweat rolling down between my breasts. My mind is foggy and drunk. Namjoon releases his hold on my neck and I gently fall against his chest, completely spent, and barely registering that Namjoon's now coming inside of me, his muscles twitching, breathes shaky.

Out of breath, I lay on Namjoon until he finally gets soft enough to pull out, wincing from his sensitive he is. I slowly roll onto my side, willing my heart to stop racing, enough to come back down from my high, "That was. . . Wow." I lean my head against his chest, eyes drifting shut. I can hear his heart pounding loudly against my ear. Namjoon gently swipes his thumb over my cheek, "I can't get enough of you, Mia. My sweet, filthy girl." Completely blissed out, I lazily reach for the half empty bottle of lube and place it on his chest, suddenly regaining energy with every possibility I can think of, "You know you're not leaving this bed until this bottle is empty, right?" Namjoon laughs, rolling over on top of me, making me giggle, "Lucky for you, I love to be challenged."