freckles

* chapter eighty seven *

i heard you guys missed me
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"'That's what makes you beautiful!'" Namjoon and Claudette screamed at the top of their lungs, hair brushes in their hands as microphones, stood on top of Namjoon's bed, jumping and dancing.

She jumped on Namjoon, both of them falling onto the bed, laughing and hugging once they landed, trying to catch their breath all at the same time. "Oh I love One Direction." She giggled, brushing Namjoon's with her hairbrush.

Namjoon knew brushes were bad with curly hair, so he used his fingers to comb through her hair. "They have great jam-session music."

Claudette pecked his lips before snuggling close to him. "Harry is my bias."

"I assumed so." Namjoon chuckled, music to Claudette's ears. "Niall is mine."

Claudette gasped and looked up. "I love Niall."

"So do I." Namjoon gasped, mocking her. She frowned with a smile and pushed his face away, Namjoon laughing and pulling her closer.

"You're such a teddy bear."

"'You're such a teddy bear.'" Namjoon mimicked in a voice that was way too high-pitched to be Claud, but that was the point.

"Stop it." Claudette held up a 'menacing' finger.

"'Stop it.'" Namjoon smirked.

"I'm an idiot." Claudette thought she won.

"You're an idiot."

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Claudette mumbled something under her breath as they walked into the elevator, staff walking around all over the place, but they got the elevator to themselves.

"What's wrong?" He asked as the doors shut, noticing a frown on her face.

"It's just," She raised their hands, them holding hands. "Your hands are so big and I can barely hold them."

Namjoon saw the problem, Claudette's so small next to his, barely able to her fingers all the way around his hand. He smiled and let go of her hand, holding up his pinky instead. "Then hold my pinky."

Her face lit up and wrapped her pinky around his, smiling up at him, so excited and happy to do this. She went to kiss him, but...

"What's wrong?" Namjoon laughed as she went on her tiptoes, still unable to reach him. "Too short?"

She narrowed her eyes and yanked on his shirt, pulling him down so she could get the kiss she wanted. "Not anym-" Her voice was muffled as Namjoon shoved his lips against hers again, pushing her back against the wall of the elevator, kissing her again and again until it became a make-out session.

Well, until the elevator doors opened and Jungkook stood on the other side.

Namjoon and Claudette finally broke apart, staring at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Can I join?" He smiled, Claudette giggling as Namjoon sighed.

"No."

"Okay geez." Jungkook held up his hands in surrender, fast footsteps being heard and then Taehyung was around his shoulders.

"I see you two have made up."

Namjoon pressed the button and the door closed, the two youngest laughing as it shut.

"Now," Namjoon put his hand on the wall beside Claudette's head, grinning down at her. "Where were we?"

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