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“namjoon-ah.”
“namjoon-ah. wake up.”
“no...”
“namjoon-ah.”
i felt a kiss on my cheek. one on my eye, on my forehead. one on my neck and my ear.
“namjoon-ah.”
“hmmm.”
“come on. wake up.”
“more kisses.”
i heard a chuckle.
“alright. come here.”
i turned over and creeped an eye open. i saw his silhouette but it was too dark to see everything.
he kissed my other cheek, my other eye, the other side of my forehead, the other side of my neck and my other ear.
“more kisses.”
he chuckled again and started caressing my face.
“but i want kisses too.”
i opened my eyes slowly and saw him smiling down at me.
he looked beautiful.
i threw my hands around his neck and pushed him down. his face was so close to mine i started counting his freckles.
“yoongi.”
“namjoon-ah.”
“i wanna kiss you.”
“then do it.”
so i did. i kissed his cheek, his eye, his forehead, his neck and his ear.
“i want more namjoon-ah.”
so i gave him more kisses. but this time on his lips.
i closed my eyes and pushed him down. our lips touched. but it was soft. very soft. very short. it felt great.
he moved away and i opened my eyes.
“namjoon-ah.”
“yoongi.”
“i want more.”
“me too.”
he snorted and rolled his eyes.
a smile spread across my face and he couldn’t hold back his.
“you look really beautiful like this.”
he gasped and his cheeks turned red. even his ears were red.
“i... namjoon-ah.”
“yeah?”
“don’t say that.”
“don’t say what?”
“that... that... i... you know!”
“that you look beautiful.”
he got really flustered and smacked my chest.
“namjoon! don’t say that.”
i couldn’t hold it back anymore and started laughing.
“asshole.”
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”
“apology not accepted.”
“you drama queen. come here.”
i flipped us over.
he looked really beautiful. his black hair was spread on the white pillow case and his face was flushed red.
i smiled. he smiled.
he reached out with his finger and touched my cheek.
“what are you doing?”
“your dimple. it was showing.”
my smile spread even wider, my eyes crinkling.
“you like em?”
“yeah. yeah, i do.”
he looked stunned and out of it. his eyes were turning glassy and his breathing was getting slower.
“you’re really gorgeous.”
my cheeks tinted pink and my breath hitched.
“you’re really really gorgeous, namjoon-ah.”
i buried my face in the crook of his neck, hiding my stupidly wide smile.
“shut up.”
it was only a whisper but he still heard me.
“what? why? i didn’t say anything bad.”
“but you said i’m... i’m...”
“gorgeous? yeah, because you are.”
“that’s not it.”
“what is it then?”
“just... don’t make me blush.”
i tried hiding even more but of course it didn’t work. he started laughing, shaking underneath me.
“namjoon-ah.”
“hmm?”
“you know i mean it, right?”
it was as if i lost my voice, only a whisper escaping me.
“yeah i know.”
he kissed the side of my head and started petting it.
i felt so comfortable, so soft and warm. he slung his other hand around me and was caressing my side. my face was buried in his neck, his smell surrounding me.
“don’t you fall asleep on me, namjoon.”
he stopped his ministrations and i started whining.
“but yoongi...”
“no ‘but’s. come on. stand up.”
he slapped my ass, which hurt btw. i shot up and sent him an annoyed look.
“yoongi.”
“not my fault your ass is slap-able.”
my face turned tomato red and i sprinted out and hid in the bathroom.
i heard him muttering something to himself and laugh.
he knocked on the bathroom door but i didn’t open. he knocked again but i still didn’t open.
“namjoon-ah. stop being a school girl and let me in.”
“no.”
“no? namjoon. i have to pee.”
“well. sucks to be you.”
“namjoon please. pretty please.”
“only under one condition.”
i heard him sigh but i didn’t care.
“and what do you want?”
“i wanna slap your ass too.”
it was silent for a few seconds and then i heard him stumble over his own words.
“you... you... what?”
“i want to slap your ass.”
“i... why my ass?”
“because you slapped mine.”
“but...”
“not my fault your ass is slap-able.”
i heard him gasp and couldn’t hold in my laughter.
“namjoon, you idiot.”
i opened the door and in front of me was a very embarrassed, red faced yoongi. he looked so small in that moment, trying to hide from me. i couldn’t stop myself and scooped him up and started kissing his face. he tried to push me away (tried being the key word because he was actually enjoying it and we all know that) but i didn’t let him and kissed him even harder. a smile broke across his face, his gums showing and soon after he started laughing out loud.
“namjoon stop. it tickles.”
his laugh, the sounds he was making were too cute and endearing to stop so i didn’t and only kissed the places that made him laugh even harder.
“namjoon-ah.”
he was a giggling mess, his hair disheveled, his face flushed and his teeth on display. he looked really beautiful.
i placed on last kiss on his soft lips and put him back on the ground. he, however, didn’t let me go, holding onto my shirt as he tried to catch his breath. he was looking me in the eyes. they were crinkled because he was still smiling. i smiled back, dropping another kiss on his plump cheek.
“come on. let’s wash up.”
“okay.”
he stood on his tiptoes (HIS TIPTOES) and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
“okay.”
——
we were both in the studio, trying to produce some songs.
despite both of us having our own studios we liked to work in one, enjoying the other’s company.
i was trying to think of fitting lyrics for the new song i was writing but my head was blanking. i turned around to ask yoongi for some advice but what i saw honestly surprised me.
he was asleep.
he was sleeping, his head resting on his arms, his eyes closed. he looked like the cutest person in this world. his eyelashes were resting on his cheek, his lips pursed. his freckles were visible in the light. he looked so endearing and i almost squealed. (i did but nobody needs to know)
i moved closer to him and just stared at his face. he looks really beautiful. he looked so soft and ethereal. he looked otherworldly.
i started moving away the hair on his forehead, but that accidentally woke him up.
he started whining, his eyes fluttering open. he was full on pouting and his puffy face was wearing a scowl.
“namjoon-ah.”
his voice sounded gruff and scratchy from disuse.
“oh sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you up. go back to sleep. i won’t bother you anymore.”
he whined again and started rubbing his eyes.
ah, my poor heart. i couldn’t handle this. he was so damn cute. why was he doing this to my damn heart???
“namjoon-ah. now i can’t go back to sleep and you know that.”
he was whining, pouting and acting so cute. i couldn’t handle this.
“i’m sorry. maybe you can try again?”
“but now i will feel uncomfortable sleeping on the desk.”
why was he acting like a baby, closing his eyes and bringing his legs up and curling into himself.
“you could... sleep on me?”
“what?”
he looked up, confusion clear in his eyes.
“you could sleep on me?”
“i got that but how would that work?”
“i... just come here.”
i stretched out my arms and helped him stand up. he almost fell down but i helped him up and grabbed him by his hips.
“come here, yoongi.”
i moved him towards me and sat him down on my lap. his legs were on either side of mine, his arms were around my neck and his head was resting on my shoulder. he moved around a little until he got comfortable and slumped on me. he felt like a marshmallow in my arms and i was dying.
“is this comfortable?”
he didn’t reply properly and only hummed. i felt his breath on my neck, his hands started to slide down my arms. i could feel him fall asleep in my embrace and my heart only swelled for this cute creature.
i kissed his head and feel asleep myself.
——
“namjoon-ah. come on. it’s time to go home.”
“one minute, yoongi.”
“namjoon-ah.”
this time i didn’t even reply and only clicked away on my computer.
i heard some rustling behind me but ignored it and continued working.
suddenly my view on the screen was blocked. a short, angry (not actually cuz it’s yoongi, duh) man was standing in front of me and looking down at me.
“yoongi. one minute. please?”
he crossed his arms and shook his head.
“that’s what you said five minutes ago, that’s what you said fifteen minutes ago, that was what you said half an hour ago.”
“i’m sorry but i’m almost done.”
“namjoon, please. let’s go home.”
“i...”
i gave up and sighed.
“okay. let’s go home.”
he gave me a tired smile and moved aside. i saved my files and shut down my computer. i turned around to stand up but before i could he moved closer and took my face in his palms.
“i love how hardworking you are. i really do. but you need to rest and so do i.”
“i know.”
“good.”
he bent down and kissed me and smiled beautifully afterwards. i smiled back, fatigue weighting down my face.
——
in the car on our way back home it was silent, the only sound being our breaths.
it was comfortable. it felt good. it felt like home.
i reached across and slotted our hands together. he looked at me for a second, a smile painting his face before he looked back at the street.
i started playing with his fingers, admiring them.
“yoongi.”
“hmm?”
“you make me really happy, you know.”
the streetlights were illuminating his face and i could see a smile spread across his face.
“i know.”
“and not only that. i’m very happy to have you in my life.”
“i know.”
“you make me a better person.”
“i know.”
“you mean the world to me and i would never give you away.”
“i know.”
“good.”
it was silent for a few seconds, the moonlight shining through.
“namjoon-ah.”
“yeah?”
“i could tell you how much i love you but i think you already know.”
“i know.”
“i still want you to know that i love you.”
“i know.”
“namjoon.”
i smirked.
“what?”
“what what? say it the fuck back!”
i started laughing, his fake anger making my heart rush.
“what if i don’t?”
“then... then... i take it back.”
he sounded so unsure, slight insecurity shining through.
“sure, yoongi.”
i knew he knew i was mocking him.
“i’m serious.”
“hi, i’m namjoon. nice to meet you serious.”
“namjoon!”
“yoongi.”
“ugh. forget it.”
“yoongi.”
now he was ignoring me. i wanted to laugh but didn’t.
“yoongi.”
still no reply.
“yoongi. you know i’m joking, right?”
still nothing.
i turned to him, took his hand and waited for the next red light. he didn’t slap my hand away but he didn’t intertwine them either. the light turned red and he still ignored me. i tugged at his arm and started whining.
“yoongi.”
“please look at me.”
and finally. he finally did look at me.
“yoongi.”
“hmm.”
“you know i’m joking.”
“hmm.”
“yoongi.”
he sighed and was ready to look away but i moved faster and kissed him. he was stunned for a second but soon after started kissing back.
“yoongi.”
“yeah?”
“i love you too.”
he smiled softly.
“hmm.”
“hmm?”
“yeah hmm.”
“nothing else?”
“what else do you want namjoon?”
i grumbled under my breath but didn’t let him get to me. i put my hands on his neck and moved us closer and kissed him furiously. i felt him smirk so i bit his lower lip but he bit back.
we were in our own world until a loud hunk broke us apart, both of us breathing heavily.
“that was...”
he looked stunned and couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“yeah, that was... yeah.”
another hunk and a voice screaming finally snapped us out of it and he went back to driving and i went back to playing with his fingers.
a small smirk was on his face and i couldn’t hold back mine.
what a man.
——
it was near midnight.
we already ate dinner and did the dishes. we finished everything and now we were watching a movie and cuddling. i was laying between his legs, my head resting on his chest and his arms were hugging me.
it was very comfortable.
the movie was somewhat interesting but i was almost falling asleep so i didn’t pay that much attention.
the thing that did keep me awake though were his occasional kisses on the top of my head. i didn’t want to miss them. neither did i want to miss him breathing in my smell and nuzzle even more in my hair and breath even deeper. he was so soft right now.
i turned around, burying my face in his stomach and throwing my hands around his body and hugging him tightly.
i could feel him chuckle and it made me smile. his fingers found their way in my hair, brushing through them.
“you smell lovely, yoongi.”
“lovely?”
“yeah. lovely. don’t you like that?”
“no, no. it’s not that. i just didn’t expect you to say that.”
“what did you expect?”
“i don’t know. sexy? arousing?”
i started laughing in his stomach, my body shaking.
“sorry, but i’m too tired for that right now. maybe tomorrow.”
he gasped and slapped my back.
“that’s not what i meant, you pervert.”
“i’m the pervert?”
“yeah, mister maybe tomorrow.”
“oh yeah, mister arousing smell.”
“oh, fuck off, namjoon.”
“well, i said tomorrow, you horny rabbit.”
“i... i’m not!”
“yeah, yeah. i believe you.”
“namjoon!”
i chucked and kissed his stomach. he calmed down as well and went back to brushing through my hair.
he turned off the tv and slide further down the bed to lay down more comfortably and i followed, my head still resting on his chest/stomach area. he kissed the top of my head and i kissed his stomach and we both fell sleep with the other in our arms.
——
i woke up and turned around to look at the clock. it was 3:39 a.m. it was still dark outside and cold air was floating inside the room. i turned back around and there i saw him.
his head was on his pillow, his mouth slightly open and soft breaths were escaping him. his hair was a mess and the big shirt he was wearing (my shirt) was sliding down on one shoulder. the lights from outside were dancing on his face, illuminating him beautiful.
i felt my breath catch in my throat. love was rushing through my veins, filling me with warmth.
i moved closer and just stared at him. i didn’t want to risk touching him and waking him up but he looked so beautiful right now.
he looked so beautiful and soft.
i moved a little closer and placed a soft kiss on his parted lips. i lifted my head a little and kissed his cheek. he stirred, slowly waking up.
“namjoon-ah.”
“hmm.”
“namjoon. why are you awake?”
“i don’t know.”
“then go back to sleep, you maniac.”
“but...”
“but what?”
“i want kisses.”
his eyes were closed but i knew he was rolling them. despite it all a small smile appeared on his face.
“do as you please.”
“thank you.”
i took his face in my hands and squished his cheeks. i started peppering kissed across his face, not missing one spot.
“namjoon-ah.”
he was pouting, his eyes still closed but his cheeks rosy.
“yeah?”
he didn’t reply but pouted even harder and then i realized i kissed everywhere but on his lips.
“sorry.”
i bent down and kissed him on his soft lips, a gasp escaping him. it was very soft. it was soft and long.
i moved away but he started whining so i went right back.
his lips were addictive. i couldn’t get enough of them. i couldn’t get enough of him.
we split and he had a dopey smile on his face.
“that was... tasty.”
i was surprised and couldn’t stop myself from losing it and laughing.
“i could eat you. all of you. you are so sweet and i love it.”
i was laughing so hard i couldn’t breath properly. he was just smirking, slowly opening his eyes and staring at me.
“yoongi!”
“namjoon-ah, you are my favorite. the only thing i need in life. so tasty.”
i squished his cheeks, dropping kisses on his lips.
“you. are. so. damn. cute.”
a kiss between every word.
he kissed back and tugged at my shirt.
“i. fucking. love. you.”
even more kisses.
i was drowning him in kisses and we were both enjoying it way too much.
after some time we calmed down and went back to cuddling. he had his hands slung around me, holding me tightly, his face hidden in my hair. i was burying my face in his neck, breathing in his smell and hugging him. a smile was dancing on both our lips, our hearts soaring with love.
ah, this man was the love of my life. he’s my everything.
“i love you too, namjoon-ah.”