A/N: This chapter is slightly NSFW (Not suitable for work). Just a head's up and reminder how this is a mature story. :)
"Um, Hobi, I'm pretty sure you can't just 'play hooky.'" What was my sunshine dancer doing even thinking about skipping choreo practice? I don't notice he has closed the gap between us until I feel his warm, large hands on my shoulders.
"I'm not exactly playing hooky, honestly. The others have most of the choreo down; they just have to brush up on a few things, some moves and sequencing here and there. If they need my input I'm just a video call away. So, as of right now, I'm all yours." He smiles down at me with a playful grin that I swear he reserves for me. The smiles he wears in public interviews, on stage, etcetera; those are wider and more animated. This one is more reserved but at the same time not. I can only guess that with his expression he is telling me so much more than any simple smile can convey. I just haven't completely learned the language of Hobi yet.
I wince as I relay my plans for the day. "I hadn't really planned to do anything exciting. I have to catch up on laundry."
"So, we do laundry then." He shrugs good naturedly.
Yeah, something about the idea of having my soulmate who has a networth in the double digit millions doing laundry seems exceptionally surreal to me. "Yeah, but..."
He must see something in my expression. Something that relays the reason behind my hesitancy. I will never get over how I am able to sometimes communicate to any of them without actually verbally articulating my thoughts. "We may live in the spotlight, sure, but at the end of the day we each live lives of simple means. We want what everyone else does regarding a relationship. Normalcy. Doing laundry is about as normal as things come. So, let's grab your laundry and go take care of that."
With him here I am almost hesitant to hand wash my delicates in front of him. But, I have to get over this sense of shyness someday. Not to mention that eventually all of them will end up seeing every undergarment I own. I almost want that to never be the case though, not because I don't want them to see every undergarment I own. No, I just want to keep them romantically on their toes in that department.
Thirty minutes isn't a long enough measure of time to really do anything together. I hand wash my delicates, blushing the entire time, while he is actually being sweet and standing on the other side of the room. Before we know it, half an hour is gone, and it's time to move that laundry to the dryer, and the next load into the washer.
Now we have more time so we go and sit in the smaller living area with the television, although neither of us reach over for the remotes to turn it on. I lean against his shoulder and drowsily blink. I only rouse fully a few moments later when just leaning against his shoulder doesn't seem to be enough contact for him. He pulls me onto his lap. I react on instinct by immediately leaning fully into his frame. It's easy just to relax in the moment and enjoy the elevated level of comfort that being in his arms, like this, provides. It's when his hands brush my hair back, and his lips trail a path against the nape of my neck that my awareness of him skyrockets. The gentle touch against that sensitive spot on my body causing goosebumps to erupt all over my flesh, despite the heat and humidity.
"Daisy, love?" His lips hover above my skin as he whispers to me. The barely there touch somehow stroking the embers that seem to always be simmering within me around them.
"Hmm?"
His lips pull away, and I immediately mourn the loss of their touch. "You said you would get back to exercising, but you haven't yet."
"Hm. Yeah, I suppose I've been slacking." He's not wrong. I should probably start up the regimen that I had prescribed myself with.
"I have an idea." I feel the tingling sensation that his long tapered fingers leave behind as they graze against the skin his lips vacated. Reminding myself again of how I somehow knew, without being told, that he would have a talented touch.
"Oh?" I don't even know how focused I am on the words he is saying right now. How can he form complete thoughts when I feel like with barely a touch my brain has gone to mush?
"I think we should eat a small meal. Just a snack really to tie us over; it's too hot for much else, and once the first load of laundry is folded and put away we should go take a dip in the pool."
Hmm. That idea sounds heavenly. Originally I was wanting to wear my new bikini when they were all around, but something about the moment made me decide then and there to ditch my barely hatched out plans. Hobi may be shepherding our moment together, but that doesn't mean I have to simply fall in line like a sheep. I may be coy but I'm not completely fearful. Or at least I am taking the opportunity to not be. I give myself a mental pep talk. Then, I nod instead of verbally answering. Somehow a tad embarrassed although I know I have no reason to be around him.
We work side by side chopping up fresh ingredients for a simple salad. To appease his sweet tooth I choose to make it a berry salad. Spinach being the base. I add strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries to the mix. (I would also add chicken if I had any pre-cooked and cold in the refrigerator.) I make a balsamic vinaigrette to go with.
Once we are done with our salads the dryer has stopped so we once again work side by side folding my laundry. There is something exceptionally pleasant about doing these trivial chores together. Homey really. I suppose this is probably that level of normalcy he was wanting.
He leaves my room to get changed. I quickly turn to change myself. Afterward adjusting to make sure the fit is perfect. Then putting on a pair of shorts and coverup. I consider braiding my hair, but that would make him have to wait longer, and I really don't want that. There's a knock on my door.
"Daisy, I am going to go ahead and head down." He speaks through the physical separation between us.
"Kay, I'll be down soon. Just have to grab a few things." I make quick work of packing up a beach bag with necessities for being in the sun and pool.
I had seen videos and pictures of the guys when they were at a pool or ocean. So, I had expected to come down to a fully clothed Hobi, only with trunks instead of shorts. My expectations were wrong but I couldn't complain in the slightest to have assumed poorly. Damn!
I'd seen some perfectly timed screenshots of Jimin and Jk's abs. So, I knew what to expect to see regarding the rippling muscles of their physique in the future. I hadn't expected something similar from Hobi. His aren't as defined as either of the other two. He's built more like a swimmer, with a subtle definition to the panel of his stomach. I don't even notice the appreciative sigh that comes out of my mouth until he gives me a dangerous smirk which prompts my skin to flush even more in the already blazing rays of the sun.
"I like that look on your face, but I feel like I should be able to return such blatant physical appraisal." His eyes trail over my still clothed body, obviously hinting at the garments I should be removing.
I shrug my shoulders. No point in being shy. He's seen me in a bikini before, granted this one is more revealing than the last one with how it dips to expose my cleavage. But the point of being out here is to go swimming, and to do that I have to take off the extra layers at some point. I buy myself some more time by claiming to set a timer for the laundry in the dryer. Truthfully I had already done that, but he didn't know that so I at least was able to give myself a few more moments to gather my gumption and once again unveil a majority of my bare skin to him. I keep my back turned as I unbutton the coverup and let it drop to a nearby chaise lounge. I find myself grinning when I hear a quick inhalation of air from his vicinity. I can only imagine the look on his face. I quickly strip the shorts, placing them on the same lounge and turn around.
There is no denying the heat in his eyes or the carnal expression on his face. Then, he salaciously runs his tongue across his lips and bites the lower one in the next moment. I do my best to ignore his blatant appraisal of my body and grab the sunblock from where I stowed it away. I get my stomach, upper chest, and my legs before he once again closes the distance between us, taking the tube from my hands.
I turn for him when he instructs me to and feel his warm hands massaging the lotion into my shoulders. I've seen where they help work out sore muscles and stiff joints for each other, so I am not surprised that he is quite aware of what he is doing. But, because of the fact that this is the least amount of clothing I have had between any of them I am unable to completely relax into his touch. If he notices how tense I am he doesn't point out which I am exceptionally grateful for.
"Daisy, can you get my back too?" He hands the tube back to me and without hesitation I nod.
I've never been able to put it into practice until now, but I had seen an older 80s movie where Rob Lowe was giving his love interest a back massage. I had studied the way he rolled the pliant flesh in his hands, and pushed it away with strong fingers. So, just out of curiosity I apply those methods as I rub the lotion into his skin. Immediately he becomes putty in my hands. Almost like a loose limp ragdoll or marionette. If the barely contained moans are anything to go by that movie was a good instructor. When I am done with his back I step away, and I laugh when he actually whimpers at the loss.
I grab his hand and escort him to the water. We both wade in, slowly adjusting to the temperature. The depth of the pool is the same the entire perimeter, only excluding the spot with the stairs to walk down into it. Hobi drags me over to one side of the long length of the pool. "I say we do five full laps from this end of the pool to the other."
I nod. I honestly love to swim so this would definitely be my preferred method of exercise. "What stroke?"
He turns to me. "Whatever your preference."
I nod again. Then proceed to do the breaststroke in one direction and switching to the backstroke in the other. I don't let myself notice Hobi beside me. Too afraid that watching him will make me lose my stride. I keep that method up for all five laps, hoping that switching it up will work different muscles.
Once I'm done Hobi is pulling me to him. He corners me against the wall, drawing his body as close to mine as possible without touching. My pulse is jumping in my body, and I honestly don't think I can completely attribute it to the exercise I just did. "This day has been so peaceful." I look up at him and notice he isn't looking at me, but the cloudless sky above us. "You gave me this peace, Daisy. That got me to realize that you are my 'Piece of Peace.'" The corner of my lips curve up when I realize he is referring to his song. "Which that thought had me coming up with your new nickname." I arch an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue. "What's a piece of a flower?" He is asking the question to get to his point, not actually asking me. I arch my eyebrow up at him, waiting for him to vocalize it. "A petal."
I find myself immediately blushing at that. "I think you can keep that one." I tease.
"Good, and along with it I'm keeping you." I'm not surprised that he closes the scant distance between our bodies. He bends his head and gently touches his lips to my own. I don't know if it's the simple touch of our lips, or the way our bare skin is touching each other, but the barely there touches have him groaning against my mouth.
Before I can register it he is hefting me up in his arms. My legs encircling his waist of their own accord, instinct taking over my body. I can feel his excitement against my core. A sensation I knew to expect, but had no clue how it would actually feel. My traitorous hips move against him, and we both groan in shared tortured pleasure. He stills my movement by cupping my backside, and the way his large hands palm the flesh there is definitely not a deterrent on my already rampant emotions. I don't question what I am doing. Running on instinct I pull his face close to mine again, taking the lead in this kiss. I coax his lips open with my tongue and he immediately allows me entrance. When my tongue strokes his, the fingers grasping me tighten and make me whimper. That action drives himself even closer against my core and I feel like I might just evaporate with the heat it infuses within me.
He pulls away from the kiss and me ever so slightly. Leaning me against the wall so the water and wall can take my weight. I don't notice where his hands are at first until I feel their touch to the outside of my thighs. Then he skitters the pads of his fingers of his right hand across my thigh and toward the inside. He watches me with rapturous attention and hesitancy. When I make no move to stop him he glides those fingers even further up my body. They skitter against the edge of my bikini bottoms, and just as I come to accept his desire to touch me the alarm on my phone goes off.
His hand falls back at the interruption. Without saying a word he picks me up and escorts me out of the pool. "Laundry time." If I'm not mistaken he says that through gritted teeth.
A/N: A couple things. First of all I haven't done my copyright non claim statement recently so here it is. The images used in the chapters are not my own. I don't claim them they belong to photographers who took them. If anything I might have edited them slightly most just cropping them.
Secondly, I'm sorry if me mentioning the mature rating might have led you to believe a lot more was going to happen than did. Things do get pretty hot and heavy between Hobi and Daisy though, and I just felt it needed that disclaimer because of that.