*Yoongi's pov
I've just returned to the bedroom after taking a shower and am crossing the room to my wardrobe to get some shorts, towelling my hair and the back of my neck as I go.
I'm stopped dead in my tracks.
Mackenzie has just closed her wardrobe door and has turned toward the room.
She looks AMAZING!! She is wearing shortie pyjamas but would not look underdressed at a big industry party or on a stage with just the addition of some killer heels! I am frozen to the spot. My body has literally given up. Not a single muscle will move, I can't breathe, I don't think I can blink!!
The little guys in my skull who are running the entire show have put the emergency protocols into place.
It reads 'when the body's main systems are compromised due to a lack of oxygen and there is significant risk of fatality, an emergency default rewrite will occur, and all non essential functions will be set to OFF until manual override is triggered"
... or something like that!
I have also just found that there is at least one part of my body that is capable of movement, and right now it is putting on a show for all to see!!
I drop my hand that's holding the towel infront of myself, in the hope that she hasn't noticed my flag is up.
In doing so I catch the tip with my wrist....... I fold myself forward, sucking in air rapidly through my teeth, sounding like an air hose at a petrol station!!
"bil-eo meog-eul bollog!" I shout
"What the hell is wrong?" She says, rushing to take up a spot next to me on the rug, which is where the pain I am now feeling sent me!
There is no way I'm telling her that I just gave myself a "Southern Hemisphere migraine"!!
"Arrgghh.... uhmmm.... I caught my toe on the bed. 'Ttong'..... I forgot how much that hurts" I lie!!
"Come on, let's get up off of the floor and I'll have a look at it for you" she says kindly
"Oh no, no need honestly..... I'll just sit here a minute or two more, then I'm sure I'll be fine"
I CANNOT get up off this floor yet... right now I don't feel like I will ever be able to get back up! There is no pain like it for a man.
I suppose in reality it was only about two minutes that I sat there on the rug, waiting for the sickening and acute pain in my groin to subside, but they felt like the longest 2 minutes of my life.
Not only was I in physical pain, I was waging a war on my thoughts!
If I have my eyes open all I can see is a vision of unrivalled sexiness, an ethereal beauty standing within 10 feet of me, beside MY bed, wearing the softest looking black silk shirt pyjamas. They skim her body in all the right places, the white trim accentuating her shape, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Wow.... but that face! OMG!
I could look at her all day everyday and still never get bored of the view!!
Worse still, if I shut my eyes tight against the siren in my room I am confronted by far more graphic images, although still involving the same beautiful wife of a music exec!
That worked. The second I thought of that 'Sutalg ppalpan!!' all the blood left my member and flooded my face and fists instead! One Problem solved, no more big top in the south, another has instead been created. Now I'm fucking angry again!
I get up off of the floor and continue into my wardrobe to put some shorts on. I usually sleep naked, but i think this might be a little too much right now. My wardrobe is laid out in the same way as hers is, but obviously it's filled with men's clothes. LOTS of leisurewear..... I do love a hoodie and joggers!
I yank open the drawer containing my shorts with such force that it actually comes right out of the frame and ends up behind me!!!
I resolve right here and now that I WILL sort the problem that is Shaun the shitbag...soon!!!
I cannot be this angry around her. His has caused her to be hurt and afraid on many occasions.... I won't do that to her!!
Again she comes running. I look at her and joke that I am obviously stronger than I look. "I don't know my own strength" I say.
She seems satisfied, and goes to the bathroom to wash and brush her teeth.
I have to stay calm, keep an even tone and volume in my voice.... I want her to feel safe here. I want her to feel safe with me!
I put the drawer back where it belongs, pick up the shorts that have been scattered around the room, putting a pair on and putting the rest in the drawer. After turning off the light and closing the door I head into the bedroom and get into bed.
I get under the duvet... it is so warm, I immediately feel relaxed. My bed is my happy place. I could truthfully spend days in it, IF I ever had some time off!
Mackenzie looks at me as I squirm around trying to find my sweet spot.... the exact area of my bed that seems to have been moulded around my shape and remained that way... so comfortable is this spot that I actually feel as if I am suspended in air, rather than on a mattress.
"You ok?" I ask her
"Oh, erm, yes..... thanks I'm fine. I was just wondering where the spare room is please?"
The what?!
"Spare room? I don't have one. I'm a single man who lives alone, I have no kids or real family, so have no need of a spare room"
"Right! Of course. Ok, great! Ok... yeah..... have you got a spare pillow and blanket then, and I can go and camp on the sofa..... as long as that's ok with you?"
"Mackenzie" I say her name and feel myself twitching... I love it, the way the 'Zee" syllable sounds as it roll off of my tongue..... makes my body instantly respond!
"Have you noticed just how big this bed is? We could have 10 more people in here with us and it'd still feel roomy"
She nods
"So do you think you can manage to sleep in it at the same time as me? We will be so far apart we must send text messages to communicate! There will be no contact, accidental or otherwise........ unless you want there to be?" I tease with a wink
She flushes pink... so cute!
"Actually, would it be too much to ask for a cuddle? Only if you don't mind! Today has been the most extreme day I've ever lived! I'm getting nervous for what tomorrow holds if I'm honest"
I must look disgusted at the thought of it because she hastily turns her back on me and covers by saying "You know what..... that's silly. I'm a grown up. I don't need a cuddle to feel better. What I need is whiskey! Yep.... a big glass of whiskey!!
Do you have any?"
"Ermm, I do have some yes!"
I get out of bed and head towards the kitchen. I put some ice in 2 tumblers and add one of my favourite Scottish single malts ... LAPHROAIG! Delicious.
Mackenzie has followed behind me. As I turn to hand her a drink I almost knock her over, she has been standing so close to me! I jump and pour half a tumbler of ice cold Scotch whiskey down my bare chest!
It's so cold my nipples immediately stand on end, whiskey running down my body into the waistband of my shorts. She steps forward and put a fingertip on the centre of my chest, running it down toward my navel. She lifts the whiskey wet finger to her lips. She opens her mouth slightly and her tongue edges out and ever so lightly touches her fingertip to her tongue, then sucks it gently!
I am in BIG trouble here!!
I turn and hurriedly put the drinks down, telling her to help herself. I'm going to have a quick rinse off in the shower.... I don't want to smell like a distillery after all....
I rush into the bathroom and lean against the doors.
This situation is proving much harder than I imagined, and I had imagined some pretty hardcore stuff!!
To top it all off, I realise that I feel like this after spending only one full day in her company... well..... 3 days if I include those in which she was unconscious as well!! I did spend those first two days caring for her, washing her, swabbing her mouth with mouthwash, moistening her lips with chapstick. Trying to get small amounts of high protein shakes into her when she roused slightly. I had been sleeping in a chair beside her, attempting to write a new song and failing, my mind too busy making plans. I had been totally respectful of her, I had not violated her in any way, and had a female nurse on hand to help with all the intimate cleaning and toileting concerns. I had been unable to resist stealing glances at her while she slept, and now I could probably draw her from memory alone! If I could draw!
What was that in the lounge just now anyway?! Was she coming on to me? Teasing me? Why would she, an elegant, beautiful older woman ever make moves on me? She probably thinks I'm still a boy!
I am soon 28. I'm not a boy, but she must have a far more sophisticated taste in men than a rapper in a K-pop group! We are made to maintain our youthful looks to appeal to a broader fan base, so i do look younger than I am. I have not had a broad experience of life. I've travelled all over the world, but I only really see airports, hotels and venues. Sometimes we get the added excitement of a meeting room, and if we are really lucky, a TV studio!!. We never stay very long anywhere. We as a group, are surrounded by a large entourage, so we see lots of people all the time, but they are the same people!
I'm considering my position in the group right now. I feel like I might need to breakaway and do my own thing. I'm due to begin my military service in the next few months, and I know that will put a pressure on us all as a group. Jin will already have gone, and Hobi and Namjoon won't be far behind me.....
If I breakaway now I can work harder to establish myself as a solo artist, so when I arrive back from service it will be easier to continue to create.
I love them guys though..... so much! I can't imagine not being as close to them as I am now.
Why am I in here anyway? Oh yes...
I have my 3rd shower of the day, and this one is COLD!!