14

4 and ¼ days till the premiere

Yoona

The girl in front of me was beaming with confidence, eyes sparkling as if she had a secret she wouldn't share.

"Hey." Taehyung was outside, waiting. "Did you change your mind?" His voice had a hint of amusement as if he knew I wouldn't go through with this. "It's fine if you did."

I slipped on his emerald green silk robe.

I chuckled, remembering him defend his feminine taste in fashion by accusing me of being stereotypical when I didn't even make fun of his choices.

A voice in my head said he'd look irresistible in it, but I locked the thought away as soon as it came.

Adjusting my plain beige bra and matching underwear, I tied the robe securely around my body.

If I'd known I'd be doing something like this before getting on the plane this morning, I'd have worn better undergarments.

But the girl in the mirror seemed unfazed. I liked her stupid smile. I liked the way she flicked her hair. It's been so long since I saw her this radiant. And the funny thing was that she was me but I couldn't comprehend it.

A knock followed by his butter voice got me out of my thoughts. "Yoona, you don't have to-"

I opened the door of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow at him. "Impatient, are we?"

He blinked a few times. "No, I thought you-"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I told you it's fine. I have done dozens of photoshoots. This is not that different."

Clasping my hands together, "Now, where do you want me?" I asked.

His adam's apple bobbed as he shifted his weight on one leg. "Yes, err...yes. We're doing this."

"Looks like we are."

"Right." He gestured towards the living room. "This way then."

"You can sit on the sofa." He pointed where he wanted me and I obliged quietly, waiting for further instructions.

"I have so many ideas." He mumbled while closing all the curtains. "But let's start with a simple pose." He switched on warm lights. They brought out the green color of the robe.

"One minute." He muttered, jogging to his room.

How did I get so close to Taehyung? How did I begin to trust him? It's so strange how easily he slipped into my life and talking to him became the brightest part of my day.

He came back with a large sketchpad and lots of pencils.

"Most of my stuff is at the studio, but I can manage for today." He was babbling nervously, setting all his stuff on the table. "Next time we can plan it, so I have all the supplies."

"Next time?"

He froze. "I mean-"

"Should I start charging you?" I put a hand below my chin, biting my lips to stop the urge to giggle.

"Nooo, I don't have any money." He put his hand on his chest, dramatically. "Can I pay you back in some other way?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I ended up laughing at his silly face.

He grinned widely, staring at me as I came down from the laughter.

Putting my legs up on the sofa, tucking my feet behind, I waited for him to say something.

Earlier I used to get this urge to hide my face or snap at him when he did that, but now I enjoyed it; my body heats up in anticipation.

After a solid three minutes, he exhaled loudly and stood up. I watched him stretch his hands above his head, giving me a glimpse of his bare honey skin and the band of his underwear.

Blushing profusely, I peeled my eyes away.

Oblivious to it all, he neared me, towering over me as I looked up at him.

"Let's start simple." He kneeled down on the floor and got to my eye level, putting his hands flat on the sofa on either side of me.

"Don't hit me." He chuckled as his fingers left a fiery trail up from my arms to my neck.

"Why would I-" My heart thundered inside my chest. I froze as he hooked his thumb under the cloth of the robe and gently slid it off, baring my shoulders.

A shiver ran down my spine. I put one hand in front of my chest to hold the clothing together.

I could've done it myself! I wanted to protest, but words died in my mouth.

He twirled a strand of my hair around his index finger. "Relax." Dark eyes softened, gazing into me as he tucked it behind my ear.

I exhaled.

He slipped his thumbs under my bra straps. "Is this okay?" He asked, glancing at me.

I nodded, feeling my stomach erupt in butterflies at how gentle he was being with me. No man has ever treated me this way.

He pulled the straps down slowly and tucked them under the robe that was bunched above my elbow.

The room was dead silent as I held his gaze. All I could hear was my heart beat. All I could see were those dark chocolate pools.

He broke the eye contact, looking down, his ears, red.

Just when I thought he was done, his hand started traveling back towards my shoulders. I sucked in a deep breath, clenching my thighs together at the sight of veins popping out of his hand.

A finger traced the mark that the bra strap left on my bare skin as he leaned closer to me. The familiar scent of sandalwood attacking my nose.

His soft touches felt like punishment and the distance between us, torture.

I closed my eyes, wrapping a hand around his wrist. Not sure if it was to pull him over me or to push him away.

"Don't close them, please." He urged, voice a little raspy.

My parted my lips, eyes flying wide open. "Huh?"

"Your eyes." He leaned away. "Keep them open."

I nodded, feeling the blood rush to my face. I let go of his hand.

He sucked his teeth, sitting backwards on the heels of his foot, taking me in from top to bottom. I fisted the cloth in front of my chest.

He parted bottom side of the robe to show more of my thighs.

"Perfect." He muttered, staring up at me, eyes sparkling under the warm lights.

I bit my lips. I'm not.

"Don't." He utter in a low guttural voice. Suddenly, straightened up again, he came close to me.

Too close.

Something dark flashed in his eyes for a split second.

My breathing hitched, as he placed one hand on my bare thigh while his thumb grazed around my lower lip, freeing it from the grasp of my teeth. His soft breaths fanning my face.

The way his lips parted, for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he traced an outline around them as if they were some forbidden territory.

I let out a soft gasp as his fingers tightened around my thigh. Goosebumps rise on my skin.

He pushed himself away using his grip on me as if I'd been holding him captive with my gravitational field and he had to propel himself out of it.

"I should get to it then." Clearing his throat, he stood up.

I felt my stomach twist into a knot. His fingers left red marks on my thigh. It was embarrassing how I was wet from his touches.

I seriously need to get laid. How long has it been?

He settled on the sofa opposite from mine and started sketching quietly. I was entranced, watching him pucker his lips, adjust his prescription glasses, tilt his head. Counting seconds between the intervals when he'd look back at me.

"Stay still." He grumbled for the hundredth time. I'd already forgotten how long I was posing, but it felt like an eternity.

I rolled my eyes at him. My legs had gone numb and I only moved to get the blood circulation going. He smiled cheekily at my annoyance, pushing his hair back.

"You hair color has almost faded away." I remarked, watching them fall again on his forehead. There was a mint green tint to them at the bottom, but that too was almost gone.

"Yeah, I'm still deciding the next color." He said without looking up.

How fun it must be to color them on a whim.

"I wish I could color my hair too." I vocalized my thoughts.

His hand stopped scribbling, head tilting in confusion. "Huh? Why can't you color them? Are you allergic or something?"

"No." I chuckled. "I'm an actor, not an idol. I need to keep my natural hair color. The most I have gone is honey brown. The roles I get never demand changing them."

"Well, you're not shooting now. You can color them however you want."

Now that's something he shouldn't put in my head. "Nah, I give enough trouble to Sulli already." I dismissed the idea.

"Aww, look at you being thoughtful." He grinned widely.

I felt my cheeks heating up. "Shut up and finish your dumb sketch."

"You're my dumb sketch." He giggled.

"I think I'm done here." I pretended to get up.

He put both his hands up, palms facing. "No, wait."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. I won't tease you." He pouted.

"Good."

He started scribbling again. I was wrong to think this was similar to all the modelling I've done, because with a camera it's just some clicks and you're done. But, now, here, I was sitting in front of him, exposed, every detail laid out for him to scrutinize and put it on his paper.

The thought of doing this for somebody else was unnerving.

His hand stopped moving and he lifted the sketchbook to evaluate his work. It was covering his face, so I couldn't see his expression.

"Are you done?" I asked, impatiently.

He didn't say anything.

"Tae."

He lowered it and nodded.

Confused, I willed my legs to work but they were too numb. "My legs are dead." I complained. "Come here."

"Yeah." He came beside me and handed me the sketch.

"Fuck, Taehyung. How can you draw like that?"

He took it from me and closed it. "Nope. That's not it."

"What?" I gasped. "But it's beautiful. I don't even think I look like that."

"You don't. You're...you're." He stood up. "Can you give me one more chance?"

"Sure." I nodded, standing up as soon as I got some feeling back in my legs and offered him an encouraging smile.

He hummed, eyes travelled up and down my body. My heart stuttered as he took me in. His long fingers curled around the ties that held my robe together.

"We can try another...pose." His tongue poked out to lick his lips wet. "If you want."

I sucked in a breath and nodded. I had to; this is what I signed up for.

He pulled at the tie lightly when the sound of something unlocking halted his actions.

Our faces whipped to the main door, frozen in place as it swung open.

Jimin's jaw dropped, taking in our situation.

Taehyung's hand about to unravel my clothing. The clothing in question, almost off my chest. His jumping to conclusion was inevitable.

"Wow, free porn?" Jimin smirked evilly.

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