Chapter 29

After I have finished in the bathroom I head back to my actual room. I close the door and start arranging what i'm going to wear today. I think we may pop into the studio later, but I won't be working the desk so I choose a pair of jeans and a top. I brush my hair and put it up into a messy bun on top of my head, put some subtle make up on and head out to the kitchen. I'm hungry.

Jimin and Yoongi are still both asleep on the sofa, a slight snore leaving Yoongi's mouth, last nights snacks and shot glasses still strewn over the coffee table. They have managed to drink the whole bottle of Soju as well as a bottle of red wine, I think they might have sore heads when they do wake up. I decide to make a fry up, grease always helps me with a hangover. I get to the door of the kitchen and notice Namjoon in there, his back to me and he is touching himself. I watch around the door, not wanting to stop him, not wanting him to see me. He is moaning and his head is moving backwards like he is close. I hope this is because of me and my little tease in the bedroom. His pace quickens and I see his shoulders jerk and a muffled "fuck" leaves his lips. That was hot, and I know how he was feeling. I step back into the living room and tidy the mess up in there, making enough noise so he knows I am moving about but not enough to wake the two precious little cherubs. I walk back towards the kitchen empty wrappers and bottles in hand just as he is coming out, our eyes meet, he smiles at me, as he walks past me our bodies lightly touch, I feel an electric charge. "I'm going to have a shower" he says over his shoulder.

I make a start in the kitchen, putting some sausages in a pan with some tomato halves. In another one I put some bacon. The smell obviously has the ability to wake the dead as Jimin and Yoongi make their way in. They look a little worse for wear. "Coffee?" I ask, flicking the switch on the kettle. They both nod, sitting at the island in the middle of the room. I open one of the cupboards and pass them a pack of paracetamol. I chuckle to myself and carry on cooking.

"Where is Namjoon?" Asks Yoongi. "Oh just in the shower I think" I keep my answer light. I don't want either of them to know about this mornings antics, well at least not at the moment as i'm not sure if that was a test of my loyalty to Jimin or not. I pass them both coffees and tell them to take the pills. I kiss Jimin on the lips and jokingly mess up Yoongi's hair, like you would a baby brother.

A few minutes later Namjoon joins us, fully dressed now in jeans and a shirt. It's just fitted enough to show his broadness and strong biceps and pecs. His hair is damp and falling over his forehead and catching on his brow. I pour him a cup of coffee and slide it over to him, our fingers momentarily touching as he takes it from me. He thanks me and asks if I need any help with the food. I tell him i'm fine as I crack some eggs into the pan the bacon has just come out of. A couple more minutes pass and they all sit there watching me and then I dish up. I'm not a great cook but I haven't had any complaints before about my version of a full English. I hate beans so never have them, and I had used all the mushrooms yesterday so we had to forego them but sausages, bacon, fried egg and tomatoes with some thick white bread should soak up the alcohol and make them feel a little better. It doesn't take them long to demolish it.

Whilst Jimin and Yoongi go off to freshen up and get changed Namjoon helps me with the washing and drying up. I ask Alexa to play Qveen Herby. I sing and rap along, dancing about whilst cleaning the sides. He watches me. I've never thought of myself as a good singer, but I do have the ability to rap quite well. Other people's words mind you, I couldn't write my own. He looks amused at me getting a real good rhythm to vitamins, one of my favourites.

Vitamin A, vitamin B, vitamin C (ooh)

Vitamin D, vitamin, bitch, vitamin please

I went bullshit free for weeks

It snatched my physique

And put the colour back on my cheeks

I found peace, now my influence is catastrophic (ah)

The beat break down soon as I get on it (ah)

Soon as Louis drop the season, bitch, I cop it (cop that)

Be like SOS, you can't stop it (stop that)

No smoke, marijuana, no show for the drama

Go vogue like Madonna, no cones when I want 'em

Meditate in my sauna, levitate, countin' commas

She's a real one, yeah, she's a stunner

I am surprised when he joins in. When it gets to the chorus again we laugh. "Your good he says" I shake my head. "No, I can't do what you do. I just keep up with the track, that's the easy bit". "You have the ability to be really good with practice, and you can move" he says dancing towards me. I laugh at his typical hip hop moves and he giggles too, those enormous dimples arriving. The song changes and Naughty girl comes on. I'm just about to start letting the lyrics leave my mouth, but I stop. It's a little bit near the mark from this morning. I look at him and he is listening to the words. He moves towards me, pushes me up against the sideboard, and his palms are on my face, fingers over my ears, pushing the tips into my hair, his lips find mine, his tongue eager to arrive in my mouth. Mine answers right back and we have the most erotically charged kiss. Qveen Herby sings "You know i'm a slut for you" and my knees buckle. As much as I want to carry on, I can't. I won't allow myself to do to someone what has been done to me in the past. Jimin is to sweet to deserve that. Almost on queue he comes back into the kitchen, totally unaware of the brewing desire between me and Namjoon.

I step away from him and Jimin comes to hug me. I embrace him back. What leaves Namjoon's lips then is a huge shock. "Jimin, can I play with your new toy please?"

What the hell?