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You were walking over to spend the day at your best friend’s
house, as you did most days, but things didn’t go as you’d expected. You’d
dressed lightly, since the weather was warm, just a pair of shorts and a white
shirt, and you started feeling a little nervous when the clouds started to roll
in. Picking up the pace, you hurried towards the apartment that would shelter
you from the rain you could tell was coming, but you weren’t fast enough. A
block away from his house, the heavens opened and within a minute, you were
soaked to the bone. By the time you were knocking on his door, you looked like
something out of The Ring, and were hoping you wouldn’t scare him.
As he opened the door, he was preparing to berate you for
being late when he had cooked dinner for the two of you, but his words caught
in his throat at the sight of you standing there shivering with your hair
falling over your eyes. His gaze travelled over you quickly, shocked at what he
was seeing, but on the way back up to your face, he paused, swallowing thickly.
He could see *everything* he’d always wanted to. Clearing his throat, he
quickly diverted his thoughts, hurriedly running to the bathroom and grabbing a
towel to wrap around your shoulders while trying not to think about how much he
wanted to see more. If he was going to try anything with you, it wasn’t going
to be while you were at a disadvantage. It would be when you were both thinking
“You’re soaked! Didn’t you check the weather forecast before
you left home? You’ll get sick!”
Seeing you standing there was almost more than he could
take, his eyes going straight to the holy grail he practically worshipped. He
licked his lips, hoping he could manage to hide the effect seeing you through
the fabric was having on him. You coughed, feeling a little awkward under his
gaze, and he looked up to your face. As he did so, he realised just how much
you were shaking and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you inside and wrapping
his arms tightly around you as he hurried you over to the couch. Once he had
you safely seated, he tucked a blanket over you and rushed to the kitchen to
make a cup of tea for you, though the escape was almost as much to give him a
few minutes to get himself calmed down and get the blood moving around his body
again instead of just staying in one, very obvious, place, although he couldn’t
resist palming himself momentarily as he pictured what he had just seen before
quickly turning his attention to what he was supposed to be doing.
“You’re lucky you were coming here… You could’ve been on the
way to an interview and then what would’ve happened? No, don’t come out here!
You stay right there and keep warm! You’re getting pampered tonight missy!”
The moment he opened the door and saw you standing there in
a soaked and see through shirt, he knew he was in trouble. His breath caught in
his throat, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep himself from reacting to the
sight of the woman he adored virtually on display for him. He grabbed your
wrist, pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you with unusual
care, trying to distract himself. It didn’t work, and before he could stop
himself, he had you pinned to the wall, his lips pressed against yours
hungrily. In his mind, he tried to rationalise it as wanting to warm you up,
but after a moment or two of you pressed against his body, slowly melting into
the kiss, he couldn’t deny any more that he simply wanted you. All of you.
Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the couch, lowering you onto it
and starting to peel off the soaked clothes, eager to see you without even the
“You should know better than to be around a man in a shirt
that could go see through like that, you know. You never know what he might do
Namjoon had been planning to confess to you that night,
though he was nervous as to how you would take it. When he saw you there,
though, part of him was relieved to have something more important to focus on.
Pulling you inside quickly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and cradled
you against his chest, rubbing your back to try to warm it. Before he even
registered what he was doing, he was pulling the shirt off over your head,
freezing when he realised he was no longer looking at a dressed best friend but
his crush with no shirt on. Staring down at you, his brain switched into
autopilot and he crushed his lips to yours, not even caring whether he was
ruining a friendship. Even if you hated him for this, he had to taste you. As
you moaned against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifted you
quickly and pinned you to the wall, wasting no time in slipping his hand past
the waistband of your shorts as his lips trailed to your neck.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? And now you come
here looking like this? You must really want to be punished, baby… How about
letting me warm you up, hmm?”
Jimin adored you with every breath of his being, and seeing
your skin through the fabric wasn’t doing him any favors. Nevertheless, he
couldn’t risk wrecking the most important relationship he had. No matter what
it took, he would make sure he never lost you, even if it meant never telling
you he loved you. You were wobbling from the tremors the soaked cold clothing
was causing, and you took a shaky step forward to enter, but he could see the
shaking was making it tricky. He quickly picked you up and kicked the door shut
behind him, carrying you to the bathroom and stripping your clothes off without
batting an eyelash, ignoring the complaints from you. He turned on the water in
the shower and pushed you under the warm current, before stripping to his
boxers and following you in. He gently washed you, rubbing his hands over your
skin until it was no longer chilled, though as he did so, he found his hands
slowing, his body reacting to the soft sighs from you as he washed your back.
Deciding to take a risk, he leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to your neck,
his arms snaking around your waist as you all but purred at the sensation.
“I didn’t want to risk losing you, but I can’t risk never
doing this. You have no idea how much I love you. You’re the most precious
thing in the world.”
Tae had had a thing for you for years, the feelings growing
stronger and stronger until it was almost killing him trying to keep them
hidden. So when you pushed past him into his apartment, dripping water
everywhere, he started wondering if he had finally lost his mind. What else
could explain how glorious you looked, standing there in a see through shirt
and shorts that were clinging to you in a way that left nothing to the
imagination? He bit back the groan that was threatening to surface at the sight
of you bending over, trying to peel off the shoes that were sticking to your
feet. He thought he had it under control until you turned to face him with a
sheepish smile, your shirt sticking to every curve and niche of your torso, and
the blood quickly started to flow south. In a split second, he went from the
innocent little puppy you knew so well to a complete stranger that made your
breath hitch at the sheer lust in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he
had picked you up and carried you to his room, dropping you unceremoniously on
the bed and clambering on after you with a dangerous smirk.
“Why do you always make things so hard for me? It’s
difficult enough being around you on a normal day without wanting to make you
scream, but now? Now I will.”
Kookie was still staring at the place you had been standing
when he opened the door, but you had already entered, kicked off your shoes,
and flopped onto the couch with a groan. Realising suddenly what had happened,
he closed the door with a small cough and made his way over, sinking down next
to you. You leaned against him and he shifted slightly, his eyes drifting down
to look at the soaking body beside him. Bad idea. Quickly, he grabbed a cushion
and set it on his lap, trying to appear nonchalant, but when you lay down with
your head on the cushion, it was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud
at the pressure on his lap combined with the sight of you virtually lying on
it. It was already somewhat dark in the living room thanks to the clouds
outside and he decided to take a risk, resting his hand on your chest and
letting it trace lightly over the cold fabric. The soft sigh of contentment at
the warmth of his hand only made things…harder, and he grew bolder, slipping
his hand under your shirt to caress your skin. It felt just as soft and
delicate as he had imagined, and he knew there was no way he was stopping now
unless you told him to.
“You have no idea how perfect you are. I’ve pictured what
you look like so many times, but that couldn’t possibly compare to the real
thing. You make the Venus de Milo look like a piece of garbage.”
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There’s no way in the world that I will leave you just because everyone else does. I’m not like everyone else. I see through you for who you really are, so how am I supposed to leave you when I know the real you behind all of your mistakes?
Loving yourself isn’t always easy. This is especially true because you, of all people, know every little thing about yourself. Every twerk. Every thing that makes you, you. But you know what else? For every imperfection, there are ten more positive qualities. You are a beautiful addition to this earth.
Respect yourself entirely.
Love yourself unconditionally.