I open my eyes and find myself back on the sofa, my legs covered with a blanket. Yoongi is sitting cross legged on the floor beside the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
I move to sit and his head whips up, at the same time his hand shoots out to press my chest back down onto the sofa. I suck in a shocked breath. Shock he so speedily restrained me yet again, but more so at the feel of his warm hands on my boob through the cold fabric of my wet gown!
Cold, Wet gown!??
Shit. A WHITE, wet gown. I look down and find that even a blind man would be able to tell the gown is seethrough.
The water I poured onto my face! Dammit.
He removes his hand and a flush creeps across his cheeks, and he looks down at his palm, blinking rapidly. I can see he is clenching his jaw.
"You will not move anywhere until you eat" he says, picking up his phone and dialling someone. He begins speaking rapidly in Korean, and I understand barely anything, other than the word 'Bibimbap'.
I have learned a few simple Korean words in my time with Shaun. He is trying to break into the rapidly growing K-pop world. The man is a shark... if he smells an opportunity to make money he will take it. He has been trying to poach Korean artists to take into the mainstream worldwide music scene, so over the past two years we have visited Korea on a number of occasions. I absolutely loved every trip, and Bibimbap is my favourite Korean food.
Yoongi hangs up the phone and throws it onto the coffee table, then stands up, catching my left hand in his and pulling me up from the sofa, a little rougher than necessary in my opinion, causing me to crash into his chest. His left arm circles around my back holding me still, pressing his hips into mine, while his right hand goes up to the nape of my neck to undo the tie keeping my gown on me. He looks down into my face and quickly flicks out his tongue to moisten his lips. He slowly slips the gown down one shoulder, trailing his index finger over my skin as he does so, and I am so glad he is holding me up right now. My legs are refusing to hold my weight. It must be the lack of food he talked about. It certainly can't be anything else.
He stops moving the gown but instead leans forward and places the gentlest of kisses on my collarbone. I unconsciously tip my head back, exposing more of my neck to him, and a low moan escapes my lips. This seems to rouse him, and he straightens up, holding me away from him, looking into my eyes, then let's me go completely and turns to walk away from me. He must be embarrassed. What young guy wouldn't be, having the mother of 2 adult kids getting weak at the knees over you! I'm probably closer in age to his own mother than him!
He clears his throat. "Right. Food on way, time for shower, then you eat. After that we go to hospital to check your arm is ok. Now, can you safely shower alone or do you need me to hold you up! Wash your back? Your hair? I've become pretty good recently" He says, looking over his shoulder at me and raising his eyebrows, that smirk I have seen on display so much already today firmly in place on his face!
"I can manage perfectly well alone thankyou" I reply quickly.
"There are towels in the bathroom, and a selection of toiletries too. Use whatever you like. I have had someone lay out some outfits for you on the bed in my room. I hope you like something. It should all fit you" he says, whilst hunting through some papers on a desk on the far side of the room.
His room?!
It's only just dawned on me that we are no longer in the dirty room I first woke up in only a few hours ago now.
How is that possible?
"Ummm, how is it we've gone from one very decrepit and dirty rundown room into this stunning space in just a few paces?" I enquire.
He continues to shuffle papers and doesn't look up, but waves his arm, indicating the room, and says,
"I own this whole building. It has proven useful to me to have a less than pristine room to conduct some of my, umm... alternative business dealings, but my ultimate aim is to transform this entire building into gorgeous but affordable homes for those families in Daegu on lower incomes. I have had this unit decorated for me as I often stay here for a few days at a time when making decisions with the architects, builders and decorators. This is the kind of finish each of the units will get. I'm actually really excited about this project" he says, his voice full of pride and enthusiasm.
He approaches me and guides me by the small of my back across the beautifully decorated and expensively furnished room and through double wooden doors, into his bedroom.
It is decorated very neutrally. Opposite the door there is the same floor to ceiling, wall of glass, flooding the room with natural light, leading the eyes out of the window over a stunning view of the city.
The walls are a dove grey colour, the floor is covered in gorgeous, wide plank oak flooring and a very soft, very large dark grey rug is on the floor at the foot of the bed.
The bed dominates the space.
A very masculine padded black leather headboard, with a chrome, canopy free 4 poster frame. It is obviously custom made, easily twice the size of a standard King size bed, and draped in varying shades of white, grey and black, with co-ordinating patterns and textures. It is stunning! What looks like 4 or 5 complete ladies outfits, including underwear are laid out on it. A selection of women's shoes are lined up at the foot of the bed too.
Are these all things left behind by female guests, after nights of passion in his giant bed?!? That thought sends a shiver up my spine, but I have no idea why. Either side of the head of the bed there is a door, barely visible. They look like they have been specially designed to remain as concealed as possible.
A chrome dressing table with a white marble top, covered in skin and haircare products, men's colognes and interestingly, women's perfumes, stands against the wall at the end of the huge bed! He must have a girlfriend, or wife! I wonder if she knows I'm here?
Yoongi crosses the room and opens a set of double doors beside the dresser into a very large en-suite bathroom. There is a shower large enough to accommodate a full English football team at once, complete with 4 shower heads and side jets, and polished concrete bench and a separate roll top bath. A chrome double sink unit finishes the room.
It is decorated in a very minimalist style, the floor and walls all tiled in the same very dark grey slate. The room is not dark however, as it is so large, and also has that wall to wall, floor to ceiling smoked glass on one side, although this is frosted, presumably for privacy reasons. There are fluffy towels of varying sizes and shades of grey and white on a shelf, and white fluffy robes and mule slippers too.
"Get cleaned up, we'll eat, then when we get back from the hospital we will talk" he says, leaving the room to allow me some privacy.