A Kim Namjoon × Y/N (Reader) FF
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"Why me?" She asked.
"What do you mean baby?" I asked back.
"Joonie, why me out of all the amazing girls you could choose from?" She repeated herself, this time clearly.
"Cause darlin...
A week has passed since we've been to my father's house, a week since I've seen him, a week since Nammie and I unknowingly had a conversation about kids, and a week since we left Ilsan.
To say that this week has been a rollercoaster of emotions, would be an understatement. I spent hours crying over what my father did, and Nammie spent as much time as needed to console me.
He stayed by my side, never once letting me out of his sight, and honestly, I couldn't be thankful enough to him. I don't really know what I'd do without him. He's been the pillar I didn't know I needed to hold me up.
He wasn't just my boyfriend, but also my best friend. Sometimes, it was so damn hard to believe that I had this man all to myself and that this man loved me, that Kim Namjoon was mine and only mine to love, care and cherish.
I was currently getting dressed as Joonie asked me to. As per his words, he was taking me somewhere. Where? I had no idea. He didn't give me a single clue. All I knew was that he wanted me to dress comfy.
I dressed in a simple denim knee-length frock with sleeves just below my elbows and paired it with a pair of sneakers, did some simple natural makeup and gave myself a once over in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in our room that Namjoon had custom-made when I moved in with him.
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I loved how I looked pretty even when I was dressed comfy. The frock wasn't too big on me, neither was it too tight to give away my curves, and I liked that very much.
Just as I was turning to walk out of the room, Namjoon knocked on the door once, opening it next. He stood there, matching me in a pair of denim pants paired with a white tee, a denim jacket and a pair of sneakers of his own.
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