Namjoon has been embarrassing me all day. It wasn't public, but the blush on my cheeks was constant. The boys didn't notice anything, but the female staff would give me disgusted looks every now and then. Namjoon didn't notice and I wouldn't tell him.
He needed to stay focused and I didn't want to stir up drama. "Hey Joon? I'm gonna use the restroom. I'll be right back." He handed me my crutches. "I should probably try to start walking again. I'll be careful."
"Okay baby. But don't push yourself too much." I nodded and started limping to the bathroom. When I got back, Joon pulled me onto his lap. I tried to get off.
"Nope. You have to stay here."
"Joon, there are people around. Just let me sit next to you."
"Baby what's going on? You're acting strange."
"If I'm acting strange, then you're possessed."
"Is this cause of last night?"
"What? No. Why would it be?"
Right as he was going to say something staff announced, "Rehearsal is over. Go rest and be ready for the concert tomorrow." I quickly pick up my crutches and head to the van.
When we were back at the hotel, I made my way to the room. They let me go first as to not bring attention to me. I started drawling a bath for Joon. He needed to relax.
Joon told me that it would take a while for him to make it to the room. Security was taking extra precautions after Jungkook's room was broken into.
Joon entered the hotel room and I directed him to the bath. There were two bathrooms in the room. I quickly took a shower and started getting dressed. I only had my undergarments on when Joon entered the room.
I slightly flinched
"Sorry to barge in baby."
"It's okay." He looked me up and down.
"Come here." He placed his hand out for me. I happily took it as he pulled me in for a hug. He brought me in front of the full body mirror.
He stood behind me while back hugging me. I looked at myself and felt disgusted. He started to leave kisses on my shoulder. "What are you doing? What's the point of this?"
"To show you how stunning you are."
"How can you see beautiful when I don't?"
"When you look at a painting, what do you see?"
"Joon-"
"What do you see?"
"Beauty. Perfection. Deeper meaning than what is displayed." I rolled my eyes.
"The artist sees all of the imperfections, mistakes, everything they wanted to do differently." He turned me to look into his eyes. "You see yourself in the way an artist sees their art work. I see you in the way a civilian sees the art work.
You search for those imperfections whereas I see the beauty. Those scars signify how strong you are, and how hard the fight was. I can see how kind you are. I also see that you don't value yourself as much as you should.
You hold yourself to higher expectations and all that does is bring you down. People love you, but sometimes you refuse to accept it. Accept the love baby."
Tears were welling up in my eyes, yet only one fell. Joon turned me around. He gently placed one of his hands on the base of my nape and another on the small of my back. He pulled me in for a kiss. "Jump"
I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist as he escorted me to the bed. He gently placed me down and pulled out of the kiss. He moved his lips to all of the imperfections on my skin.
"I love all of you. And I have enough love for both of us to give you."
A few tears fell from my eyes which he gladly kissed away. "How was I blessed with such an amazing boyfriend?"
"You deserve to have the best babygirl." Blush rose to my cheeks. I pulled Joon's head down for our lips to collide. He pulled out. "Ready for payback?"
"What?" He moved his head to my neck. He kept kissing every square inch of my skin. "What are you- ahh" my eyes went wide and I covered my mouth with my palm.
"Found it" he moved his lips to the same spot and began to suck.
"Joon-ahh" I could feel him smirk on my skin. He teeth would subtly nibble on my flesh. My quiet moans were turning him on. Then he pulled away. "Hey"
"What?" He looked so innocent
"What was that?"
"Punishment" I looked at him puzzled. "I worked you up only for nothing to happen."
"Fine" Joon was lying down so I decided to get revenge. I climbed onto his lap and leaned down to kiss him. He put his hand on my hips and responded to the kiss.
Then he flipped me. "Don't you dare. Just 'cause you got punished doesn't mean you get to punish me. Got it?"
I slowly nodded in defeat with a slight pout "this is your only warning. Next time you'll be punished again" I turned onto my side as my back faced him. My eyes were closing as he pulled me into his chest while turning me around.
"Goodnight babygirl. I love you" I kissed his bare chest as an I love you.

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أدب الهواةY/n is a pediatrician who happens to meet Kim Namjoon of BTS. She struggles with anxiety, eating disorder, PTSD, depression, and self h@rm. Namjoon helps her become more confident as they fall for each other. I don't own any of the pictures, only th...