You're living your dream-traveling, capturing moments, and brightening people's days with your tweets and poetry. Yet, there's a lingering sense that something is missing, a touch of liveliness that's eluding you. As you embark on a new photography...
"I'M SO SICK OF THIS FAKE LOVE FAKE LOVE FAKE LOVE!" I belted out as I danced around my apartment. This song is a total jam—whoever says otherwise is clearly wrong.
The doorbell rang, and Dusk immediately perked up, ready to defend her territory. My little kitty was always on guard. I opened the door to find Namjoon standing there.
"Aren't you visiting me a lot, Mr. Namjoon?" I teased as he flashed a charming smile and walked inside. "I brought food," he said, heading straight for my kitchen counter.
"I've got cup noodles, gimbap, and soju," he said, unloading the items with a casual ease that made me swoon. Snap out of it, Y/n.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, hopping up onto the counter.
"Just us," he replied with a grin. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he quickly added, "I mean, we usually do this." I nodded slowly. This man is going to be the end of me.
I started heating the water for the noodles when suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist.
WAIT, WHAT?!
I was not prepared for this. Is this happening because of the ramen?
Namjoon rested his chin on my shoulder, peering curiously at what I was doing. What was I doing? Trying not to freak out.
I sighed, trying to focus as I poured the hot water into the bowls and sliced the gimbap into bite-sized pieces. "Joonie, could you grab some fruits from the fridge?" I asked, and he nodded, his arms still firmly around me.
After washing and handing me the fruits, he resumed his cozy position. I arranged strawberries on a plate and poured some chocolate into a small bowl, then cut apples and pears into pieces and added them to another plate.
As I was checking on the cup noodles, I felt a soft kiss on my shoulder. Chills ran down my spine, and a small squeal escaped my lips. The kisses traveled up to my neck, making me close my eyes in pure bliss.
"Joonie," I whispered, and he hummed in response.
"Ramen?" I asked, and he stopped, looking at me with a smile so dazzling it made me blush. He took the plates and headed toward my bed.
"Don't break the plates!" I called after him, and he laughed, a sound that made my heart flutter.
Whatever that was, it was absolutely amazing.
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"I'm not angry," I said, trying to sound convincing as Namjoon chuckled at my pout. We were sitting together, eating fruit and listening to music. I was scrolling through songs when he took that picture of us.
"Y/n?" Namjoon's voice brought me back from my thoughts. I looked up with a strawberry in my mouth.
"Don't check your socials today," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. I sighed, feeling the weight of the online hate that often accompanied my friendship with the boys. Whether it was my connection with Hobi or Jungkook mentioning me in a VLive, the negativity seemed endless. I usually brushed it off, but sometimes it still got to me.
"It's alright, Joonie. I can handle it. I'm a big girl," I replied, trying to reassure him. I laid back on the bed, and Namjoon gently pulled me onto his lap, my head resting on his thighs. He began playing with my hair, and I closed my eyes, letting the comfort wash over me.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him softly say, "I got you, Y/n." I smiled, feeling a warmth that made my worries fade away.
When I woke up, we were cuddled together. I chuckled softly and wriggled free from his embrace. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 7:30 p.m. Time for dinner.
I began preparing the meal, noticing that spam and spaghetti were the perfect choices. About half an hour later, with the food almost ready, I didn't want to disturb Namjoon but needed to wake him up. I lowered the flame and went back to the bedroom.
"Namjoon-ah," I whispered, brushing his hair gently. "Dinner's ready."
He mumbled in response, so I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Joonie, dinner's done. Get up and eat. You've got to get back as well."
Slowly, he opened his eyes and pulled me closer for a hug. I giggled at his sleepy antics.
Namjoon's resilience and dedication are what draw me to him. He's faced so much, yet he never complains. He fights the bad and cherishes the good, always protecting his boys and representing them with grace. Even if he never reciprocates my feelings, I would never feel rejected. I'd be proud to see the man I admire stay true to his passion.
"What have you cooked?" he asked, his voice still soft with sleep.
"Spaghetti, meatballs, and wine. Plus brownies and vanilla ice cream for dessert," I replied. He nodded, still half-asleep, and took my hand.
"Let's go eat," he said with a smile.
As he was putting on his shoes, he glanced at me. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
I nodded, smiling. "Thank you for coming over."
"Anything to hang out with you," he said with a chuckle. He stood up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me close, and we shared a sigh before pulling away.
"Good night, Joonie," I whispered.
He kissed my forehead and walked out the door. I heard a meow behind me and turned to see Dusk waiting. "I know, baby. I miss him too," I said, picking her up and cuddling her close.
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