His bunnyboy

Chapter 14: JM

I sat up cupping my warm cheeks feeling their warmth with my fingertips, they then drifted to my lips, and I smiled at how tingly they still were. God, he's such a great kisser. I thought. So much better than I had ever imagined. I could feel this all-over happy feeling that made me giddy

I looked down at my disheveled clothes. I flattened them out and I saw my reflection in the dark Tv screen in front of me. I notice my hair sticking up in certain places and one my ears was flipped over. I fixed my ears and combed my finger through my hair briefly before Namjoon came back in with our food.

Yep, it was the food." He announced as he stepped back into the living room. He wore a cheeky smile, and I could sense a feeling of pride coming off of him.

"I didn't realize just how hungry I was." I said scooting down onto the floor and Namjoon sat our food down.

He took the spot next me as I watched him pull the containers of food out of the delivery bag and place them out in front of us. His gaze was soft and half lidded, and I could still see the faintest up turn at the corners of his mouth. I mentally pulled my eyes away because I could feel that familiar proud feeling as well.

"So, is he as happy as I am?" I thought.

"So.." I said "So.." the words echos back to me at the same time. I caught his gaze and his eyes stared back into mine. I could see the little bit of glit in them and for some reason they made me shy. I mean It's not like I wasn't just making out with him.. purposely wrapped my legs around him for crying out loud. So why am I feeling like this?" I couldn't think properly with him looking at me like that. I watched as he began to lean in, and I panicked.

"C-could you hand me a pair of chop sticks?" I asked dropping my gaze.

"Oh yeah." He said as he reached for a pair and handed them to me, his hand briefly brushes my knee and I could feel my heartbeat pick up slightly at the touch.

He grabbed his own pair and I decided to elevate some of the tension that we were drowning in by turn our show back on.

I sat quietly listening to the show while eating my dinner. I hadn't noticed that Namjoon had moved closer to me at first until I felt his knee brush mine as we were both sat crisscross. I tried to ignore it for the most part but my eyes peak down and then back up to see him sitting contently with his food, watching the episode.

I was breathing kind of shallowly, trying to stay calm. The episode played through, and we started finishing up the last few bites of food.

You thirsty?" He asked as he started cleaning up all the trash.

I processed the question; I noticed I was actually quite parched. I answered back timidly, "Mhm, yeah I am pretty thirsty.

"I'll bring something back to drink after throwing this away." He said before standing up. He picked up the delivery bag of trash and I watched him leave the room. While I waited on him, I slipped back up the couch with the remote. I stared in the direction of the kitchen doorway. The images of Namjoon leaning over me kept resurfacing and it made my lips and stomach tingle all over again. I couldn't stop thinking about. I wanted to be tangled up with him like that again. The atmosphere was changing when I noticed that the sun was fading away outside. Namjoon came back with a bottle of water and juice.

I grinned, "why the two different drinks?

"One for hydration and the other for taste." He grinned cheekily holding up the drink before sitting down next me. I turned to face him, "than water first then.' I smiled reaching for bottle.

He handed it over, his hand ghosting over mine in the process and of course I noticed the faint touch. The feeling made me want to hold his hand. I was doing my best to keep things laxed. I hesitantly took a few gulps of the beverage. I really was thirsty. Namjoon watched me, waiting to take a sip as well.