HER GODMAN, HIS ESTEEM | 𝗔𝗨 | namjoon × enne

with him|18

𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑀 | 18
WITH HIM | E N N E

As the candle of the heaven canvas started fading, leaving for another dimensional world, bringing up orange, lemon blazes to his facade features-millions of cities sited in the dept of his vanilla orbs; fairy lights flaming his paled, flawed skin; and every visage line and bend glowing vintage. I wish of this bliss scenery to never end.

My palms' surfaces were icy, sensing the cold beverage mug, dawned in the shade of indigo. Namjoon's hands were holding the lighter shaded one, hot cappuccino's breaths fainting into air, unlike mine. The duvet behaved like a barrier, shielding us from chilled winds. No matter how skin-bursting the day was, the close of the daytime squealed and murmured frosts.

"Thank you for being here, with me." I beamed at his acknowledged terms. Honestly, it felt so unreal to acknowledge those words by him. His voice serenade, so serene like it could melt thousands of cold rocks.

And I was one of those stone whom he turned into a single dewdrop.

"Any time, any thing for you." Each action depicted connection, overwhelmed by this, I said. I sensed a quick, slight press of his hand on my knees, fluttering fruits in my chest.

"How is the beverage?"

"So good that it left my tongue with a remarkable taste, I must admit." I spit an overwhelmed, feed-back sentence on his initial question of this day cause I know, my best friend wanting more to hear of himself. Besides, the cold coffee of his was really tempting.

"My honour." The satisfied dragon dramatically granted with a hand on the right side of his chest, gaining another melted, physical beam from my lips.

The epilogue of the evening ended up to be the prologue of night. Sprite lights tossed every corner which was visible from theirs sights as the sky platter was only left with dark pastels. White blanket now, acted light gold. The coffee surfaces made gibbous signs.

"Can I try yours if you are comfortable?" A tiny beat skipped from my centre while the heavy words just penetrated, still processing in my skull. At initial, I couldn't get out theirs sense but somewhat I felt danger. My mind didn't but my heart did. Or maybe I did, just fond it too uneven to admit it?

Did he just say that he want to taste my coffee?-the thought followed the suit.

My heart almost came to the mouth, dwelling on my tongue. The quick heat consumed my fragile body as the lower back of mine beaded with sweat like the drops condensing on the surface of an apple.

"Why not." Not to lie, I hesitated to core but there was no way that I could deny him. But maintain a decorum physique, I offered him my mug as the limbs stretched a bit.

The peach, nude brims touched the edge, effortlessly drawing an attractive sight. The beaker slightly slanted towards his mouth, my hands creating minor shivers as he pulled up a long sip of the cold beverage.

Every thing went in normal medium, yet it felt like slow-moving.

"It's really good. You didn't lie though." He complimented licking the drink over his petals, nodding for only to grin at last. I was slightly dumbfounded, a rush of berry smashing on my face, making me panic.

No no no no, not in front of him-my interval cursed my cheeks. I looked away, praying for him to not catch me up red-cheeked.

Thank the fucking Eros that he didn't.