We stayed in the pool for about an hour longer, talking and laughing. Even participating in a few spontaneous make out sessions. But once we were out, he wrapped my body, then his, in a towel, and had me follow him into the house. He let me borrow a black t-shirt that reached down to my mid-thigh, and also let me take a shower.
Thankfully alone.
I was in there for about 20 minutes before throwing the shirt over my head and running my hands through my wet hair. I heard a soft knock at the door and Namjoon poked his head through.
"I thought you might want these." he said with my lace panties in his hand.
"Umm....They are the kind of dirty." I said reaching for them.
He smiled and shook his head. "Not anymore."
"You washed them?" I asked a little shocked. "How are they dry so fast?"
"Well, I hand washed them with some detergent and put them in the dryer for about 5 minutes. It didn't take long for them to dry since they were the only thing in there." he laughed.
"Oh." I said taking them from him. "Thank you." I smiled.
"You're welcome." he stepped back and closed the door behind him to leave me alone with my thoughts.
How considerate of him. Then my body flushed with red from embarrassment. If he washed them then...oh god...he saw the stain from my arousal.
Shit.
I ran my hand through my hair again taking a deep breath and turning back to the mirror. There was a slight shadow around my eyes from my make up that didn't quite wash off. I let out the breath and took a damp wash cloth and tried to get it off as much as possible. When it was almost all the way off, I rinsed the fabric and hung it properly to dry. I pulled the pink lace up my legs and they sat comfortably on my ass.
I was glad that he thought of that, because though this shirt was long, it for sure wouldn't do much for my modesty without panties. Even lace panties such as these pink ones. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my shoulders using the ends to dry as much of my hair as possible. I figured I kept Namjoon waiting long enough and made my way out of my bathroom and into the hallway.
I walked down and saw Namjoon in a pair of white shorts and a black fitted tank as he was in the kitchen. I couldn't tell what he was doing so I walked in further until I had a better look. He was opening up the box from the restaurant and placing its contents in a black glazed glass bowl.
"What did they give us?" I asked making him jump a little.
"Damn you scared me." he laughed breathing out. "But to answer your question..."
He didn't finish his sentence but showed me what was inside of the bowl. Chocolate covered strawberries. "Yumm!" I smiled clapping my hands together and bouncing on my toes. "Those are my favorite!"
"Mine too." he grinned and put the rest of the ones in the box in his fridge. He turned back to me and extended his hand for me to take. I did so gladly and he led me into their living room and pulled me to closely sit next to him on the couch. He set the bowl on the coffee table and grabbed a remote pointing it to the TV. The screen flashed in white, and the NETFLIX logo popped up. "What do you want to watch?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I don't care."
"Come on." He encouraged going through the options. "You're the guest so you chose."
As he flipped through the options, there wasn't anything that really caught my eye. "Do you plan to pay attention to whatever we watch or is it just for background noise."
"Well, background noise sounds fine."
"Why don't you put on the OJ Simpson thing?" I suggested. "I've seen it one thousand times, and it won't distract me from any kind of conversation."
He nodded and pushed play, setting down the remote right after. He then picked up the bowl offering it to me and I gladly took a strawberry. I noticed that he had also brought in the wine that was left outside and handed me a real glass this time. "Do you want some?"
"Maybe one more glass."
We watched the first half of the first episode, digging into the strawberries and sipping on our wine, but soon I felt bored with the show and turned to talk with Namjoon. "So, what kind of things do you do when you are bored?"
"I like to read." he said turning his body to face me, and I mirrored his action. "There is actually a room down the hall that we made into a library, and every day we get shipments of the books that were in my father's house. The ones we wanted to keep anyway."
"Can I ask you how he passed?" His eyes became sad, and he looked down to his fingers, and I instantly regretted asking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to tell me."
"It's okay." he replied with a small smile. "It's just still fresh so sometimes it's hard to talk about."
"You really don't have to tell me anything." I said placing my hand on his arm.
He looked up to me and placed his other hand on top of mine, his thumb strumming back and forth. "He had a heart condition for a long time. His father had it too and passed from it, but my father was a very healthy man so he lived a lot longer. But he got sick and it just snowballed. His heart was too weak to handle the illness and finally gave out on him in his sleep."
"Namjoon..." I said softly. I lifted my hands to his face and made him look at me, his eyes soft as he looked back to me. "I'm so sorry to hear that."
He leaned forward and kissed me softly and when he pulled back I let my hands drop. "Thank you. But he passed quickly, and painlessly. It might sound horrible but I'm glad he didn't suffer long. He watched my grandfather die slowly and it really affected him. I'm grateful that Taehyung and I didn't see him suffer."
"That doesn't make his passing any easier."
"That's true. But it makes it easier to accept. He knew it was coming too."
"You don't have the same condition do you?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Neither Tae or I have the condition they had. We were lucky."
"What about your mom?"
"I never knew her." He replied. "I have faint memories of a women being around when I was very young, but as soon as Taehyung was born, she was gone."
"Did she pass?"
"No, she left us." he said in a bitter tone. "She was a very selfish woman and didn't want the responsibilities of being a mom or a wife. My dad told me about a year after she left, he received divorce papers in the mail. He had his lawyer look over it and she wasn't asking for any money or anything. She just wanted to be free from him."
"That's awful."
His eye brows came together and he searched my face. "No worse than what you and Jin went through."
"I don't think pain like that can be compared to someone else's. Being abandoned, even by just one parent is still hurtful."
He smiled. "True. But I've made my peace with it...so had Tae."
"That's good then." I smiled and took his hand lacing our fingers together.
"How old were you when your parents left?"
"I was 7 and Jin was 6." I replied remembering waking up to an empty house. "I was old enough to use the phone and I remembered in emergencies to call 911. The police came and found all of their clothes gone."
"What the fuck?"
I laughed. "Jin and I made our peace with it too." I replied. "And I begged them to put us in a foster home that would keep us together and I don't know how I got so lucky, but they did."
"Were you close to your foster parents."
I shook my head. "No. They weren't bad people, and they allowed me to paint, but they weren't cruel to us. When I turned 18, they gave me a choice to stay for one more year since Jin was younger, and I was going to. But then we got a visit from a lawyer and found out that our biological parents paid for both Jin and I's tuition when he was born. I moved out and Jin moved with me and I went to school for law, which was a 5-year program. I had to pay my last year on my own, but it was worth it. Jin had to go through much more schooling than I did, so we are still paying on his student loans but we can afford it." I shrugged.
He nodded. "Maybe I should have you look over a few of our contracts with our partners. Sometimes I think our lawyer doesn't know what he's doing."
"Oh, I'm not a lawyer." I laughed. "I'm too soft to be a lawyer."
He grinned and raked his fingers through my hair from the side of my face. "I love how soft you are."
I laughed taking hold of his hand and kissing it. "I meant my mentality, not my body."
"I was referring to both." He smiled and leaned forward kissing me.
I kissed him back and it quickly turned heated. He pushed me backwards so that I was laying down and he hovered over me, his lips brushing against mine. Our tongues moved against each other in slow delicate motions. When he pulled back from the kiss, we were both smiling and he leaned back taking my hand to pull me up.
"Sorry." he grinned. "I just really like kissing you."
"Do you see me complaining?" I asked with a raise eye brow.
"Ha, nope." he replied winking at me. "So, tomorrow is Sunday." he started, playing with the ends of my hair.
"True."
"Do you want to go to the beach?" He asked, hope in his eyes. "It's supposed to be really hot and clear of clouds."
"I'll fry in that much sun." I teased.
"I'll make sure to rub you down with sunscreen real good." he grinned, his voice rumbling with humor.
"That's a lot of sunscreen." I commented raising my brow.
"I'm committed to the offer."
I laughed and moved my body so I was leaning against him. "Sounds like fun to me. One condition though."
He wrapped his arm around me so that we were both comfortable and he rested the side of his head against the top of mine. "What's that?"
"I get to wear a bathingsuit this time."
He laughed loudly with a hearty chuckle and he took hold of my hand with his free one.
"I guess." he sighed dramatically.
I laughed and snuggled closer to him, my eyelids becoming heavy. I could feel myself falling asleep since his hands moved to play with the hair on top of my head and his fingers moved against my scalp. It was my favorite feeling and so very calming.
The last thing I remember from that night was drifting off in his arms. It was the first night of many that I spent with Namjoon, and my wall was no longer standing firm. Not even a crumb of a brick was left, and I was completely open. Open to his arms, and open with my heart.