Chapter 25: Twenty Four: Namjoon

Sam and I sat on the sofa, talking about everything in random. She opened up a little, talking about her family. How she grew up with her siblings' first borns, because she was the baby in the family. I learned more about her deceased mother and how highly she praised the ground on which she once walked. Yet every time I try to ask out about her father she would bluntly change the subject. I won't pry, it's not my place to be asking these kinds of questions, if she's clearly uncomfortable in sharing that kind of information. Still I can't help myself as thousands of questions pesters through my mind space. Who is he? Why does she hate him so much? What had he done? Were he an abusive drunk? Is he the reason why she left her home country tobegin with? She smiled at me sadly, as we somehow circled back towards the subject on her mother. She seemed like an amazing woman. She reminds me of my own. I should really give her a call later today. I fear, that the worst had happened and everyone has forgotten to inform me about it. Nobody can blame me seeing how my homeland is currently facing a dark time. The terrorist that's taking my country at storm, may not be Hitler or associated with the Natsi, but he's just as bad. I just hope that my mother and sister's safe from the monster's evil ways. "Namjoon are you okay?" She asked me. She's facing me completely. I nodded slowly, not very convincing at all. "Sorry, I'm just thinking about my own mother. I hope that she and my sister's safe." If I didn't know any better I could have sworn that a shadow of guilt and shame had ghosted her complexion. Surely I must be mistaken. Why would either of those emotions be present on her beautiful face? Before I could question it, she leaned in closer and brushed her lips softly against mine. I were taken aback slightly, but I didn't mind. I'm enjoying the moment. Falling just as hard as she is apparently. An innocent little encounter, blazed up. In the heat of the moment, I pulled her onto my lap. Deepen our kiss even more. I peppered her collarbone with a trail of angels kisses. She threw her head backwards. A moan escape from her lips. The soft sound is driving me crazy. Every fibre in me wants her. I want her to bellow my name so that the neighbours would complain. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself if this escalates any further. We've known about each others existence for merely a week now. Is this really the way to be going? I'm not saying that I don't want this, because God forbids, I want to have a taste of the forbidden fruit. It's as if the angels sung their sweet song into my ears, urging me on. I know that this is against my better judgement, but I can't seem to control myself around her, not anymore, anyways. I want her. I need to explore every inch of her. I stood up, she's still positioned on my lap and laid her down on the sofa. Cover her body with that of my own. Our eyes locked, like the pages behind a secret diary. Lust danced around behind her green orbs. How such a small action could push someone over breaking point? Clothes scattered around the room like blossoms from a Sakura Tree. Heavy pants filled the room as our drenched bodies became one. I've tasted the fruit and I want more. I ended up spending the night. Glad that we were alone in the apartment. No family nor friends to tease us. No Jin-hyung to preach about the consequences. Tomorrow's a public holiday, so we could handle being a little sleep deprived. I can't keep my hands to myself and neither could she. We're enjoying each other's company, mentally and physically. I'm planning on enjoying it all night long!