35

"I'm gonna cuddle you until you tell me to get off of you," Namjoon groans in the crooked of your neck as he buries his head and holds you by the waist, one of his veiny hands underneath your shirt.

You both smile at each other, brimming with the happiness and comfort he brings you whenever he's there. One of your hands scratches the back of his head just the way he likes it, and he hums contentedly every time your long nails make contact with his scalp.

You're enjoying this more than he is, though, since making him feel pleased is what satisfies you.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and you were sitting in bed with your back against the headboard, working on your laptop with him nestled next to you. You just had a few minutes before Sooya and the two girls came so you figured you might as well tackle some office work to kill time.

Your plan to leave the city before noon to begin traveling to your parent's house in the countryside, which you expected to take less than four hours, was taking longer than necessary.

"You're never going to let go then," you say, obviously indicating that you don't want him to stop touching you, and he chuckles in your ear but lifts his head to get a better look at your face. "Are you joining me in the shower as soon as you're done here?"

His offer almost made you give in much too easily, but the thought of Sooya running into trouble on the way here made you anxious.

"I'd love to. But someone has to watch the doorbell," you shake your head, knowing his real intention behind the offer.

"Alright. I'll be quick so we can head out when they arrive." He slides his hands away from your body, sticks one in his pocket, and rolls out on his side of the bed.

"All we have to do is load our belongings into the car, right?" Namjoon says this while moving some strands of his hair away from his face, and you admire his features from across the room.

Sending him a grateful grin as you were reminded of the time he made in his busy schedule for this very important trip that meant a lot to you. "Yes, I've packed everything we'll need in one luggage, which should be enough for our stay there."

Three days weren't much, but it was more than enough for a busy CEO like him. Besides, you weren't bothered by it.

"Thank you, love," he says appreciatively, "I wanted to help but it seemed like I was making things much more difficult than it was."

"I don't mind," you tell him as you pull your hair into a haphazard bun and close your laptop so that you can start getting ready. "It's therapeutic for me."

You already informed the office that you would be absent due to a family emergency, and happily, Mr. Bang agreed, but only after striking a bargain that would require you to take on one more case once you get back.

"Wish I could say the same," he said as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. When you push by him to go to the walk-in closet leading to the bathroom, his toned stomach flexes in front of your eyes. "Things that involve organizing stress me out even more."

With the two spaces joined, you could see him enter the walk-in shower and close the cubicle, which did nothing to conceal his nude appearance. The sight of Namjoon hurling the last piece of clothing out the door before the water springs to life from the full-body mirror in front of you.

"I can feel you burning holes in my ass, Y/N." His booming voice echoes in the bathroom as if he can sense your predatory gaze.

"How'd you know?"

Frankly, he made a wild guess that you'd been staring at him since he knows you were engaging, and when you grew silent, he became suspicious.

"I always know."

You take off your shirt and hastily select an attire suitable for the long journey ahead of you.

"Yeah, right," you mumbled. "I bet you don't know that I'm getting impatient just standing here."

"I asked you to join me. Not my fault, love."

Sighing, you focus back on your task and get to brushing your teeth. "We can't have sex again."

"Why not?" Namjoon asked, as though he'd just heard the most absurd thing imaginable, yet he knows it hasn't even been a few hours since you had sex on the sofa in his bedroom. With you on top of him, and not a single protection in place.

This time, the experience was a little frightening for you since you almost couldn't get off of him before he came right inside of you. Too lost in the moment of pleasure, Namjoon had to force you off of him before he came at the last second, releasing all over your thighs.

"Don't even bother asking..." You drawl out embarrassingly, shaking your head as you rinse your mouth and move on your feet, picking up his dirty clothes from the floor and placing them in the laundry basket beside the door.

You hear him turn the water off as he emits a chuckle. "I'm just teasing you, baby," he says. "Not holding it against you, but next time we have to use condoms."

"We weren't thinking. For the second time." You say, but more to yourself for being a little reckless these past few days. "That was way too close..."

"Perhaps I was hitting it too good, mhm?" His teasing is never-ending. Kim Namjoon is rarely this boastful, but you know he only acts this way around you.

With a roll of your eyes, you exhaled. "Joon, this is serious. That could have been a scare. You know what Jin said."

"Don't remind me," he grumbles just remembering the unwanted advice his brother had given. "I don't even know why he said that. Trying to fucking meddle with our lives as if he knows everything about us."

"Hey, don't be like that..." you turn to him. "He was just concerned, as your older brother, he only wants to avoid making a mistake."

"A baby is not a mistake," Namjoon declares emphatically as he emerges from the fogged-up shower.

You bring him a clean towel from the rack, which he quickly thanks you for before wrapping it around his hips. Wordlessly, he moves over to join you at the sink, first drying his face then spreading shaving cream all over his jaw. His silence and change in behavior indicate that he is considerably more sensitive to the subject of family building than you are.

"I didn't say that, Joon..." You were never one to back down from an issue, especially when it involved yourself, and you had strong opinions on your own, but it was time you listened and put your ego aside. "Just in general."

He takes a big breath and whips his damp hair back to get a better look at you in the mirror. "Y/N..."

"You know I only want to have your children, right?" You turn around to face him entirely with your lower back pressed against the counter.

Namjoon tries so hard to swallow the smile that threatens to emerge on his lips as he stretches his left arm on the counter and shifts all of his weight to one foot, his rippling muscles on full display. The white towel does nothing to conceal the deep v-line that highlights his pelvic area.

"You can put one, two, or five inside me," you have to pause to compose yourself from the hilarity of your own words, "but we both know we won't be able to give the time and energy they deserve while you're working in and out of the country and I barely get to see you when I'm just starting my career at the firm," you explained sympathetically. "It's a lot of obligations, Joon. You know that. We hardly ever see each other. I mean what would my parents think of me suddenly getting pregnant while we haven't even fixed the situation with our families?"

"So this is about your parents?"

"No, no, it's not!" You explain, trying not to raise your voice. You were almost in tears trying to get your message across without him getting it wrong.

Namjoon hurriedly rinses his mouth and moves over to stand in front of you after seeing you become so vulnerable with him. As he consoles you, his hands move softly on your tense shoulders.

"It's just everything that's going on right now. I still feel like I'm doing something wrong, and I know I've never been happier being with anyone else in my life," you whispered, "but at what cost?"

"Hey now," Namjoon hushes you, skimming the side of your face with the pad of his thumb. "This is why we're going to meet with your parents," he tucks your short hair behind your ear. "We'll make it right. I'm going to do everything I can to win them over and I'm not leaving until everything is sorted out. I promise you."

"Do you mean that?"

"I do, Y/N," he breathes, smiling as you relax into his touch. "Now smooth out the wrinkles on your forehead."

The romantic moment is disrupted as you land a punch on his stomach but growl at yourself as soon as you realize how hard it is. "What a lovely way to compliment your woman."

Namjoon feigns hurt and grabs you by the throat with a smirk on his full lips.

"My woman, huh?" Namjoon whispered, brows furrowing as his tongue licks his bottom lip, his eyes delving into your soul. He'd never look at you the same way if he could see what's going on inside your thoughts. Because all you can think of right now is him taking you right in front of the bathroom mirror.

Slyly, your hips circle into his groin while your hands are behind you on the sink, and he immediately succumbs to your seduction.

"What do you think you're doing?" He husks into your ear, not attempting to stop your actions. Instead, he places his hands on your ass. Hard. And he doesn't stop either until you're practically breathing hard against his shoulders.

"Don't..." You warn poorly, not coming off as convincing.

"You were the one who started it, my love." He laughs heartily and sinks his lips to your opened mouth, taking you by surprise.

You battle the impulse to return his touch as he thoroughly embraces your every curve. The shapes of your breasts and the way your waist gives him an edge to catch a glimpse of the dimples on your back drive him insane.

"And you're easily distracted." You point out just to reflect the attention to him.

"Can't help it when the pussy is too good."

Oh, he is a menace.

All the romantic vibes die out once you feel his hand between your inner thighs, causing you to moan silently. If you looked down at yourself, you'd notice his hands approaching the waistband of your black leggings, which does nothing except indicate how heated you are by the moistened spot on the material.

"I should shut your mouth for that."

"Oh, you would love that, would you?"

A burning carnal overflow of heat hits you, and you pull his head towards your neck with one hand while working to remove the towel around his waist with the other.

He raises a cocky brow at your hurried actions. "I thought you said 'no sex'?"

You groan, breath becoming shallow, and your chest rising uncontrollably under his touch. He senses this and swiftly cups one of your breasts with his other hand, like a ravenous predator.

"I did-"

A deep ringing sound echoes even into the corridor outside the room where you'd left the door ajar. Privacy wasn't an issue since Mrs. Cho had been given time off while you two were enjoying quiet time alone.

"Saved by the bell," he chirps before dropping his head and prying himself away from you. The space he'd taken with his hands and his massive build felt odd but relaxing, but not for him because he was in excruciating pain from the tension, forcing him to jump back in the freezing shower.

"I'll be out there in a second, after I take care of this," Namjoon muttered painfully with his back to you, his hands outstretched on the wall above him.

You mumble a silent apology and fix your hair in the mirror before marching out of the room, still flustered from the intimate moment you both just had.

✧ ✦ ✧

"Thanks again for doing this, Namjoon." The voice of your sister echoes behind you as you help Namjoon place the last of your things in the trunk of the SUV. "Having two kids and all these things to carry is such a hassle."

Sooya, who smiles from the distance as she thanks you, holds Inso in her arms while Yaji runs excitedly around her car seat which is placed on the cobblestone.

Unlike the usual routine, their hair is crazily fluffed and twisted, as if they just came out of showers and Sooya was too lazy to blow dry them. They're dressed in hooded coats with stars in yellow and grey, combined with light-up sneakers and glittering leggings, with their socks poking out.

For a brief minute, you question your sister's wardrobe choices, but then you recall that she's always been that way, which makes you happy that a part of her from high school hasn't changed one bit.

"Don't mention it," Namjoon finally seals the trunk and helps with fastening the car seat in the rear while you round the other side with the girls' diaper bags. "It's a long drive to Gyeongju so I'm glad to be of help."

Looking at the stress that comes with having two girls makes you wonder what it would be like to have more than three children.

"Yaji, go to auntie-" hisses your sister when she spots the bouncy girl picking flowers from the edge of the garden with all the dirt shooting into the air.

"Mommy, take a look!" She proudly displays the miniature dandelion, but Sooya is too preoccupied with getting Inso into her own car seat to notice.

Shaking your head, you take Yaji in your arms and grin at her. "That's so lovely, sweetie. Come on now. More will be found at Grandma's."

"Really?!" She exclaims, waving her hands into the air and twisting in your arms as you're placing her into the seat.

"Yes, baby," you tell her, "As long as you behave the whole ride, then I'll help you find more. Maybe we can even take some home?" You whisper to which she giggles.

Sooya who is finally able to take a breather sits in the middle so she can easily tend to the girls' needs.

Much to your appreciation, the interior of the vehicle allows for a family-friendly design such as the leg space and the dark leather seats that can be easily cleaned if ever any accidental damage or stains. For Sooya, it isn't much of a problem since she is only a little over five foot two.

"Everyone ready to go?" Namjoon's voice interrupts as he gets into the driver's seat, waiting for you to take the seat beside him in front so he can finally pull out of the driveway.

"To infinity and beyonddd!" Yaji squeals in the back, causing the three of you to laugh as you catch a glimpse of Inso in the rearview mirror, peacefully sucking her thumb and staring out the window.

✧ ✦ ✧

The drive to Gyeongju was a success, and despite the heavy traffic in Seoul, you all arrived on time and were soon pulling into the driveway of your parents' two-story country side home as the sunset was slowly setting into faraway distance, outlining shadows over greeneries and sky-high mountains.

It had been years since you were able to come home and a lot of things had changed like the few small aesthetic cafés, tourist attractions, and newly built commercial buildings that garnered business moguls.

Unlike you and Sooya, this was also Yaji and Inso's first ever visit to your childhood home which brought comfort to Namjoon, who had been anxious and unable to let go of your hand throughout the entire ride.

He may not have said it out loud, but you could tell he was nervous to be here with you. Nonetheless, he is the first to get out of the car once it has been parked next to one of your parents' car which you assume to be the one used at the restaurant.

"Wake up, princess," Sooya gently shakes Yaji, who has fallen in deep sleep while Inso is being carried in your arms.

Yaji stretches her small arms before a cry leaves her, putting her arms out as if asking to be carried and your sister quickly pulls her in her embrace in hopes to stop her cries but it's too late when she thrashes her feet around and her shoes come flying.

Meanwhile, you let out an apologetic smile when watching your sister do her best to shush her.

Namjoon is already at your tail with your shoulder bag around his shoulder and your coat which you've left in the front seat.

"Here, babe. Put this on, it's getting cold you might get sick."

Thanking him with a grateful smile, you hand over Inso, who doesn't object as she's being transferred to Namjoon's arms. Her eyes are so round that you can't help but coo at the sight of her laying her cheek on his collarbone.

"What's the look for?" Namjoon asks when he catches you staring.

"You look fitting."

"For?"

"A great dad."

His brows lift at that. "Is that a suggestion?"

Snorting, you softly slap his arm and press a kiss on Inso's cheek.

Not even a minute later, the sound of your mother running out of the house in her slippers catch your attention.

"Honey!" She finds you and instantly lights up. "You're finally here." The powerful, yet warm hug she gives you takes you by surprise and you have to pull away for air.

"Hi, mom. I missed you too."

"My little babies!" She squeals when she notices Inso staring at her from Namjoon's arms. When your Mom reaches for her and pulls her away from Namjoon's grip, the quiet girl exhales. Before he notices you gazing, he cracks a dimpled smile that does little to stop your heart from melting even more.

You're frozen in your spot as you watch your mother bouncing on her feet. She's wearing black trousers paired with a wool long-sleeve blouse that shows off her slim stature.

"Mom, I'm here too," you hear Sooya groan behind you in the car grabbing her things in one hand. Namjoon quickly joins to help her.

"Grandma!" Yaji's sobbing stops after she sees her grandmother. But now she's demanding to be let down, which Sooya refuses because she's wearing no shoes and can't afford to get her feet dirty because it would mean having to bathe her again before bed.

"Mommy, down, down!"

"Let her go, Sooya," your Mom interjects.

"No, Mom, she's been misbehaving." Sooya says firmly as she heads for the house with your mom. "I won't let her run around the dirt."

You approach Namjoon, who is bringing out the bags from the trunk, allowing their words to be heard in the background. There are two luggages in total, one for you, and the other for Sooya and her two kids.

Namjoon being the minimalist traveler, only has a carry on which miraculously fits all of his outfits for the week.

You were amazed by that.

You will never understand how guys can go days from their homes without all the necessities.

Your efforts of making the attempt to help him is futile as he practically scolds you from lifting a finger.

"Are you guys coming or not?" Sooya chirps from the porch, which has been illuminated with what appear to be Christmas lights strung around the property.

Of course, your parents didn't have time to remove it after the holidays, which was several months ago. There's no way of knowing whether the lights aren't from years ago and they just haven't bothered to take them down and replace the bulbs with new ones. You make a mental point to do it for them during your stay.

"Joon, at least give me one of the suitcases," you suggest to no avail because he doesn't listen and instead gently pushes your ass with his front when no one seems to notice, while carrying everything in one trip.

Once everything's been settled, the two girls running off to their mother's childhood bedroom, and your left in the cosy living room, your mother finally breaks the ice, turning to face Namjoon who has his eyes set on the family portraits, specifically your graduation pictures, baby pictures, and some other embarrassing moments.

"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Kim-"

The man tilts his head in her direction, bowing in a way you've never seen him do even with his business partners. "Just Namjoon, ma'am," he corrects her when you allow the two of them to converse from a distance.

It's a little harsh of you not to introduce him yourself, but after witnessing the manner in which he handles the situation, you settle back in the kitchen stool and shake your coat and bag off.

You look at him with such tenderness in your eyes, and he senses it. Namjoon can tell when your mother's shoulders quiver from being too much of a fangirl as a hint of embarrassment clouds your eyes, and when your mind wanders off into whatever it is you have in the depths of your subconscious that he can never find out with just one look.

"If you say so, Namjoon." You can't dismiss your mother's expression as pure amazement upon seeing the gorgeous man up close. It's like seeing a famous person for the first time who you only see on TV. But she's not staring at any other man; she's looking at your partner, and you're at a loss for words. "I'm delighted you came."

When he hears your mother's welcoming tone, the smile on his lips extends beyond his eyes, putting your mind at ease, but especially his. When it came to accepting Namjoon into your family, you knew your mother would have no reservations.

"I knew it was serious when my daughter asked whether she could bring you along. But please, you don't have to be so proper with me. Call me Mom, instead."

"Mom!" You exclaim embarrassingly. Had she needed to share that, too?

Ignoring your words, she proceeds to expose the whole chat, including the humiliation you endured after Namjoon came to tease you about never bringing another boy but him, which boosted his ego to the brim.

"I'm special, uh?"

You roll your eyes and playfully hold his face, forcing him to look away from your red face. "Please, boys weren't my priority in high school."

"Is that true?" He goes to ask your mother who was currently plating her homemade meals for dinner.

"Her father wouldn't have permitted boys to show up in our front door," she laughs as she reminisces. "That didn't stop her admirers, though," your mom adds which causes Namjoon's laughter to slowly fade as he faces you.

You take plates from the cupboard and brush past him, purposefully brushing your bodies together, fighting the smirk that threatens to appear. He mumbles something nonsensical under his breath, and his face hardens at your risqué behavior.

Fortunately, there were no traces of the kids or your sister, who is probably taking a brief nap before tending to her girls' needs. It won't be difficult to wake her. She was going to be on time for supper no matter what.

"Mom, I can barely remember their faces." You murmur only to see Namjoon's reaction. It was actually rather amusing. The fact that he's jealous of something that happened years ago when none of them have any affect on your life, and vice versa, they're most likely married by now.

A rattling sound make all of your heads turn in the direction of the front door.

"Oh! That must be your father back from the train station."

You don't show any surprise, but that soon changes when you notice your partner stuck in place, spine hunched, his massive shoulders tensing, and his arms stiff to his sides.

"Train station?" You queried.

"Oh," your mom gasps, realizing, "I must've forgot to mention that your brother will be joining us for the weekend."

"Well, this is gonna be interesting," Sooya yawns from the bottom of the stairs, her inky hair unkempt and her face scribbled in black.

Great.

It's official, there will be 5 more chapters to go until this book is complete! How're we feeling? Me not so good since I broke out into hives last night and I feel like burning, but I managed to get this update 'cause I just couldn't wait any longer. Last night, I was up till 5 a.m. because of it and just had a whole breakdown.

There's no need to worry, I've always had tons of allergies and skin problems since I was young but there's nothing else I can do about it. It is not life threatening but it does affect my daily life and I still struggle to cope with it. However, I am healthy as I can be! I live a fairly healthy lifestyle, love love my fruits and veggies, as well as my 3x weekly exercise, so I also want you guys to prioritize your health no matter what. If you've made it this far to my note, just know that I love you and thank you for being here.