Sometimes deciding on what pajamas to wear is exceptionally difficult, and while I had purchased the emerald green silky sleep shirt and shorts set with Tae in mind I wasn't necessarily ready for him to see me in them. The issue was that I was running out of clean laundry.
I slide the sleep shorts up my legs. Pull the top I am currently wearing off over my head, and I reach for the pajama top to replace it when I hear the door close behind me. Oops.
I don't have to turn around to know that finding me like this is shocking to him. "Oh sorry." I expect him to turn back out the door in a rush but instead I feel his energy as he draws nearer. Then his hands are on me. His fingertips just outside of his mark on my back. Part of me hoping he will trace the letters, or kiss them like he did before. Another part of me panicking about the fact that I really need to put this top on which has practically been forgotten in my hands. "I will never tire of seeing this mark on your skin. But...you should put that top on now."
I nod. Is it bad that I wish he hadn't told me to do that? I put it on and turn his way. "Sorry about that. I should have changed in the bathroom. I wasn't really thinking."
I turn to him, and I'm surprised to see a blush staining his cheeks. Yet there is also desire swimming in his dark eyes. "I like this color. I like it on you."
Should I tell him? "I picked it out with you in mind. Specifically because of your microphone being green."
"You wore this for me? You...but...Daisy.."
"I didn't invite you here with any ulterior motives. I just want to talk. I am only wearing this set because I am starting to run out of clean clothing. I guess I will have to sort that out soon." I bite my lip and consider how I am going to accomplish that.
"Wait." Tae states simply.
"Wait?" I blink because that simple word doesn't tell me anything.
"Wait to do laundry. Until we get to Brazil."
I don't know where he is going with this, but I nod, agreeing that I will wait as he suggested.
I go to sit on the bed and persuade him over beside me. "I invited you over for a couple of reasons. The first simply because we really haven't had time together, and I want to rectify that." He draws his eyebrows in confusion. "I want to fix it. I don't like that we haven't really had time together."
"Sorry, my fault." He frowns.
I shake my head. "No, I am not going to point blame at either of us. I am just doing my part in trying to fix it."
"You said a couple of reasons?" He prompts me.
"Um, so I stayed in the green room today with the purpose of trying to get to know the female staff better. I can't depend on the seven of you to be my primary source of entertainment. You don't have the time for that, and it wouldn't really make for a healthy relationship if I didn't have some outside friends and interests." I pause for a second to make sure he understood me. I unintentionally said a lot without really meaning to. He doesn't question it so I move on. "Unfortunately, only one of them understood me, and I got the impression that she didn't like me very much."
"I can help with your Korean. If you help me with my English."
"I'll consider it." Not the reason I brought him here. I should have expected it though. It would be selfish of me to expect him to learn English, and not at least attempt to learn Korean myself. How do I turn this conversation back to asking about Eun Ae? "Um, so the one that didn't seem to like me much. It was one of the wardrobe assistants. Eun Ae."
His eyes immediately widen. "Oh."
So he must know about her feelings at least if he is responding that way, right? "When she looked at you. I saw something there. A flicker of longing and somewhat hurt emotions."
He nods. "Yes, she has confessed she likes me."
"Look, I've told a few of the others that have a past that it doesn't matter to me. They can tell me if they want to, but I won't judge them on it. If there is a past between Eun Ae and you, I won't be upset about it. However, with it being someone I have to deal with on a nearly daily basis I think I should know. That way I am properly prepared for it." My stomach is tied in knots asking this. It doesn't really seem fair, but I don't want to be sidelined by her potentially animosity towards me.
"You are asking if there were feelings. If there was a romance there?"
I nod. Why am I so scared of his answer?
"Daisy," he reaches for my hand, and I don't hesitate to give it to him. "There has been no one. Nothing serious with anyone. Ever." His eyes fill with emotions and unshed tears. "Only you. I was waiting for you." He stands, putting his glasses on the nightstand. Expecting the tears to cause water stains on the lenses, I imagine. He turns back around and they are already trailing down his cheeks.
I pull him back to my side while finding tears building up in my own eyes. Even when he sits down in the space he had just vacated I find the gap between us is crushing something inside of me. I somehow know he won't make the first move so I crawl into his lap, straddling his waist, and wrap my arms around him. It is only a chaste kiss that I plant on his lips. I voice the reason for my kiss with the next statement I utter. "I'm happy to hear that."
Apparently that chaste kiss wasn't enough for him. In a beat of a moment I find myself with my back flush against the plush mattress. My hair fanned out around me. Before he presses his lips back to mine he whispers in my ear. "You're an angel. You're my angel." Then his lips are hot and searching my own. His body flush against me. Out of my three kisses now he is the one with the least experience, and yet he is the least restrained. He is the one that seems the most eager. He doesn't hesitate to explore the recesses on my mouth with his tongue. To pull back and suck at my lips with his own, or to nibble gently. I nearly don't have enough breath to utter the sounds of fierce excitement and content that he is provoking out of me. When he starts to pull away I place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back to me.
After several more hungry kisses I mentally pause. This is becoming a dangerous situation. We are both wearing pajamas and the thin material is definitely unable to mask his growing excitement. I sigh, pull away this time. "That." Deep breath. "That was unexpected."
He smirks down at me. "It was." He looks up at the pillows at the head of the bed. "I want to stay."
I run my hands through his silky curls. I've been fantasizing about how they would feel through my fingers for awhile now, and the softness does not disappoint. His current hairstyle is probably my favorite of all the ones I have seen on him. I pull myself back to what he stated. I let out a deep sigh. I like the idea of sleeping in his arms, but this seems like dangerous territory.
"I like the idea of that, but I think it might be too soon."
He frowns down at me, but doesn't pull away. In the next moment he is kissing me again, and while they are more tender and less frenzied they aren't any less reflective of how we feel about each other. He sighs himself, sitting up and pulling away. "You are probably right."
I sit up and ask something more neutral. "Tomorrow is an interview on the Stephen Colbert show. Does that take place at five pm also?"
He nods. "Yes, so once again we have to be there at three pm for hair and makeup. Are you going to come with us? Or do you think you will still feel poorly?"
I repeat the answer I uttered to Hobi not long ago. "I'm almost 100% now. I should be fine by tomorrow. I just don't honestly don't know how I feel about it right now. Maybe we will see in the morning what I will want to do."
He nods. "I should get back to my room. Are we having breakfast together?"
I nod. "I don't plan on changing that about our day. The only thing that may stop me is if I accidentally sleep in or something."
He nods again. Then suddenly he is diving at my lips. This one is as heated as the first, but I know this one isn't searching for more. This is his way of saying goodbye to me while we are alone. I can't wait to experience more of his heated kisses like this one.