ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where she's Sweeter than Sweet (KNJ)~

Namjoon feels his shoulders sink as he unlocked his apartment door, exhaling a long sigh as he entered. He throws off his cap, ruffling his hair. It's damp from sweat. He locks his door behind him, rolling his neck and shoulders. It had been a long day.

He feels a buzz in his pocket, reaching in and grabbing his phone. He swipes to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Joonie," he heard his girlfriend greet. Wherever she was, the reception wasn't too good. Sounded like she was on the move.

"Hey, babe," he can't help the small smile growing on his face. "What're you up to?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing. Are you busy?" She wondered, he heard a hopeful tone in her voice, despite the commotion in the background muffling her words a bit.

"Nah, I just got home. I'm about to shower, why?" He wondered. He steps out of his shoes and sheds his shoulder bag, slipping into his house slippers and shuffling into his room. He drops his bag onto his desk chair.

"Oh, okay, so you're done with classes for the week?" She asked, and he hummed in agreement. "Good... you think I can come over when my class is over? I know you're probably tired...." She trails off, he chuckles huskily at her adorable habit to ramble. She stopped herself this time, but she tends to run her mouth when she gets shy.

"Sure, I miss you." They hadn't seen each other in two weeks, with the exception of video calls. They both had some busy weeks between classes and for Alex, work too. He could tell she was blushing, she'd gone quite for a moment.

"Okay, Joonie. I should be over in like 90 minutes." She explained.

"Okay, see you then." He granted and she hung up, he pulls his clothes off, heading into the shower to wash off his day.

Sure enough, 90 minutes later, she was knocking on his door. Namjoon eagerly got up to answer it, smiling when he saw her. She beams, and they wrap their arms around one another. He lifts her off her feet, turning into his apartment and squeezing her. She giggles.

Namjoon set her on her feet, shutting the door behind them. "How was your day?"

"Long," she muttered with a sigh. "You?"

"Same," he saw her overnight bag shouldered, smiling. She pokes his dimples, cooing about how much she missed them. "Have you showered yet?"

She shakes her head, pulling a hair tie from her wrist and pulling her long, thin twists up into a bun on her head, "Do you mind...?" He shakes his head.

"I'll be in bed," he assured, watching her shuffle away into his bathroom with a smile. Namjoon moves back to bed, gently turning his small plum tree on his window sill so that it would get sunlight on both sides. He grabs hold of a novel from his shelf, sitting back on his bed as he resumes the story. The shower stopped soon, he could hear his girlfriend shuffling around in there. The door opened, though she only poked her head out.

"Joonie?" She called, and he looked at her from where he sat, "Can I wear one of your shirts?" She asked shyly, even from down the hall he can tell she's blushing. He gets up and pulls out one of the first t-shirts from his drawer, handing it to her. He wondered what she was so shy for, they'd seen each other naked countless times. He recalled asking her once, and she rambled on about still having privacy to herself. He shrugged at the thought.

A minute later, she stepped out, dropping her bag into his room and shutting the door behind her. She yawns and stretches, he watches his shirt hike up her lush thighs, revealing the pretty cherry red thong she had on. Namjoon bites his cheek at the sight, pretending to get back into his book as she joined him in bed.