"Are you serious?" I ask, stunned by the request. It sounds so sleezy, in my opinion.
"Yeah. Come on, it'll be nice. I'll prove to you that I'm not the evil and killer drug lord guy that you still associate me with."
I look up at him, ready to curse him out for even suggesting his place, but then I'm wrapped up in my thoughts of how beautiful he is the moment my eyes meet his sweet gaze.
"Okay," I agree, my voice sounding like it's lost like my thoughts are. Namjoon smiles and my heart skips a beat. He places his hand on my lower back again and leads me to the car, opening the door like a gentleman. When he climbs inside, I look over at him. He notices and gives a confused look.
"What's that face for?"
"I just was thinking...You're quite the gentleman for someone who kills people through pawns."
He chuckles, "Just because I do illegal things doesn't mean I'm a bad person. There are lots of sides to me, some worse than others, but some very good." He speaks as if he's done some horrible things but wants to protect me from them, show me only the good. I want to see it all, even some of the bad.
We drive to his home and my jaw drops at the grandeour and modern design. It has tall windows and bright lights and the furniture looks sleek and stylish. The landscaping up the private drive looks well maintained and like a movie set, to perfect to be naturally real. We pull into a large driveway that also houses another luxury car and a motorcycle. He leads me inside to the living room, which has a bright and contemporary chandelier and even a couch directly under it that makes it look like they match. The floor plan is just...
"This place is so beautiful...I can't even..." I stammer, taking it all in. Namjoon's hand slides to mine as I am taken to the kitchen where he opens a large wine fridge, stocked to capacity with spirits and liquer of all kinds and likely flavors. He produces two glasses of wine and hands one to me.
"I'm underage," I warn.
"And you're in a gang, that's the last of our issues here," he laughs. I think about it but decide he's right. I could be doing much worse and in a worse environment. I take a sip, not having ever tasted the high class alcohol, and when it hits my tongue, I shrivel for a moment at the slight bitterness, but then a fruity and almost sweet flavor replaces it and I find it delicious.
"That's good," I say, surprised at my own taste for the wine.
"It's a nice company that made it. It's from a vineyard in Italy actually."
"You seem to like Italian things," I raise an eyebrow.
"I like their luxuries, yes. But that's just me. Want to sit down?" He asks. I nod and we go to the couch and Namjoon flicks on a fireplace that is surrounded by black and white swirly marble and golden paint trim. It looks like something a king would have fashioned one of a kind.
"That's really nice...This whole place is like it was designed for a modern king..."
"To some people, I am a modern king. Living the high life, modern mansion, nice things, I've got it all. I'm like the modern Great Gatsby," he concludes, moving his arms grandly, making fun of himself and all he has. It's cute, how he's so proud of all he has and happy to show off. Normally, that would make me cringe, but the way Namjoon acts when he does...I don't know, it seems very attractive to me.
"So, I have a question," I start.
"What's that?"
"How did you get involved with a gang? Like, what's the backstory there, were you always into dark stuff like this, did you get roped in, did you just get into too much trouble and decide to make other people get involved?"
"Well," he says, hesitating a bit. "It's a long story, so I'll give you the short but honest story. I was a good student in school, I was actually routed to go to a SKY school. I'm fluent in English actually and have a high IQ, so to a lot of people, I'm the last someone would expect to be a gang leader. But, I was always being forced into the good light, and it bored me. I hated the routines I was stuck in and I wanted to live on the edge a bit. It sounds stupid, but when you've been shoved into a mold your whole live, you want to rebel a bit too. I ended up making some questionable friends who let me help them sell some lowkey drugs. I made some profit and started buying just to sell. I've never used anything, only sold it. I was good at getting people to listen to me and help me. Yoongi and Jimin actually used to be clients of mine, back in the day. But after talking to them once, they told me they were doing what I was doing. However, once in a while they used, but never to excess. Just to have a little fun at a party or to show off. Regardless, we banded together to start a small group. We pushed and sold and made a lot. People started to know who we were and that caused some trouble. We got into a few fights, and after, decided that if we wanted to continue, which we did, we had to get some more people on our side. Thus, we found guys like the four you met, Seokjin and Hoseok and the other two young guys. As we got more and more noticed, people asked us if they could help. Soon, we got more into trouble and we started getting involved in fights and killed to keep people quiet. We grew and grew and soon...we became Bangtan."
I look at him and watch his expression rise and fall as he tells me. He looks at me and smiles. "It's hard to do what I do, there's a lot of danger to it. But I will admit, I like some danger. It keeps me alert, on my toes, my head in the game. It's worth it, to me."
"Because you get to live in luxury?"
"Well, it's a perk," he nods, "But there's one more thing that makes all of this worthwhile."
"What's that?" I don't realize how close he's gotten to me and how locked we are on each other's gaze.
"Meeting you."
And then our lips are together. I am shocked at first, wanting to rip away and storm out, but I think again. All these feelings, they've been leading up to this. Are we somehow destined for each other? It sounds childish to think like that, but I've always believed in fate like that, everything happens for a reason. Did Dasan have to die for me to find Namjoon?
Our lips meld and we hold each other close, his hands holding my waist gently while he leans in more. I place my right arm on his shoulder and pull him closer. Soon, I'm lying on the couch and Namjoon's hovering over me. We kiss like two lovers, high off each other and the hormones that swim around us. Our hands wander up and down each other's figures, unable to get enough of the other. I feel his warm skin and I want all of it. His lower body presses against me and I feel him, and it sends shots of lust through me. I've never felt like this, with so much desire in my veins, but I don't want it to stop. Namjoon is perfect and I want him to myself.
Soon, our shirts are on the floor and our skin is touching, radiating onto each other, our lips still fast at work. He kisses my neck and collarbones, leaving tiny marks, claiming me as his. I let out a small moan when he nibbles at my skin and he looks up at me, afraid he's hurt me. I am lost in him, and I beg him to continue. He does, and it's like heaven on earth. He attacks my neck more, locating all of my sweet spots and using them against me, but I don't care. I kiss his chest and up to his jaw line and I can feel him become weak over me. He is locked under my spell and I love what I do to him. He pants and holds me close to him while he enjoys the trails that my lips leave on his warm and dark skin. I pause and he kisses me and picks me up. I am carried through the silent house, my arms locked around him as he carries me like a wife to his room.
The bed is large and plush, luxury covers draped around it like a king's quarters. He throws me onto the pillows and comforter and I bounce on them, messing the made bed. He looks at me, enjoying the moment and smiles. I smile back at him and he comes closer and gently kisses me, suspended over my body again. The way his lips are on mine now are cautious, like he's restraining. I put my hands on his lower hips and bring him lower to me, his heat close to my core, interrupted by the clothing that still binds us. He looks up at me and is surprised by my actions. His eyes ask me if I'm aware of what I'm doing and if it's what I'm intending. I kiss him with passion and he falls into me and kisses me with lust and desire and passion again. He growls when I drag my nails against his back and pushes my hands and wrists into the bed in response. His sudden dominant and wild actions are hot, making me smirk at him.
"What do you want?" he asks.
"Y-You," I admit. He slams his lips on me and his hands wander down to my jeans and unbuttons them. As he does, his lips and passion is conveyed gently, treating me like a precious item that must be cherished and treated with respect and dignity. He removes the denim and throws it to the floor and sits back as he admires my body, down to just my underwear and bra. He kisses my skin and my hips and my thighs and then my torso, up to my chest where he removes my bra and gently places his large hands on my breasts. His breath shutters as they make contact and I find it sexy how pleased he is by me. I nod, assuring him it's okay, and he kisses and sucks my breasts, yearning for all that I am. He breaks apart, kisses my lips more, as he returns to my thighs. He kisses down and then trades between my inner thighs. I know he can feel my warmth and he holds he with care as his fingers wrap around the top of my panties. He slowly removes them, sliding the fabric down my legs.
I am totally vulnerable to him now, exposed and scared now. My first man is going to be someone who is devious and dangerous to outsiders. But to me, he is tender and compassionate. He looks at me and smiles. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. I'm going to make you feel like a goddess."
And he does. His lips taste me and his hands hold me like a gem. He pleasures me like a women deserves and when I reach a new high I never though possible, he smiles at how I react. He assures me it's okay when I get nervous and kisses me lovingly. I reach for his belt and unbuckle him. He sits back as I sit up to undo his lower clothing and watches me slowly and unsurely do what I think is right. I look up at him while he slides the pants off and he smiles.
"Do what you think is natural, I'll help you."
I reach for his boxers and remove them too, his member free and quite large. He pauses while I look at him, unsure now of what to do. I know what words mean what, but never have I once done what they depict. "I-I...Ummm..."
He takes my hand and shows me how to make him feel good. When I become more natural with my movements and more comfortable with the position, he tells me to kiss him. I do and he twitches, not used to it himself. I take him in, by instinct, and he gasps at the new feeling. I am slow and first, finding out how to breathe and still pleasure him with all that I can. He pants and moans my name as I slide my tongue up and down his length, going lower each time I return. He tenses up and tells me to go until he says to stop. I am on my way up when he whispers stop. I feel a warm and new and mostly bitter taste in my mouth. I watch his expression, his eyes closed and mouth open. He holds my hand and rubs my skin while he finishes and then he pulls back. I look up and he waits to see what I do. I swallow the seed and his eyes widen with clear astonishment.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"I-I never thought you'd swallow...Wow," he quickly kisses me hard.
"What?" I pull back.
"I think I'm falling in love with you..."
"You are?" I ask. He leans his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. He exhales gently and nods.
"Yes. You never cease to amaze me and make my heart flutter. You sure are something else, Hyemi."
"You are too, Kim Namjoon."
After his name leaves my lips, he kisses me again, leaning me back and hovering. "Are you ready?"
"Will it hurt?" I ask, timid.
"If it does, tell me. I'll stop. I want this to be good for you too, love."
His loving words assure me all is right with this. I nod and he positions himself over me. I lock eyes with him as he pushes in slowly. I let out a small yelp, shocked by the size and he pauses. I take a moment to adjust and tell him to continue when I'm ready. He slides in more, his eyes fluttering back while he deepens into my tightness. He stops and I nod for him to start.
He starts slow, gentle and careful, enjoying the new feeling himself. I reach for his hand and he takes him, entwining our fingers together as he quickens his pace. New emotions are jolted through me and my eyes are shut due to them. I can only find one word to express the pleasure he gives me. And that word is Namjoon's name. It escapes my lips as he moves in and out, and he kisses me.
"You're amazing," he kisses my neck, burying his face into my skin. He leans down and our bodies are soon holding onto each other, not able to be close enough. Passion fills the room as we spend hours with each other, new positions and feelings. He releases outside and when he's done, he looks into my eyes and kisses me again, slowly and delicately.
"You're mine, now."
"Yes," Is all I can say to agree.