Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

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You finally put your niece to sleep in the crib, and walked downstairs to where Namjoon lay on the couch. For the past few days, you'd been taking care of her for your older brother because he took his wife on a trip. For a 10 month old baby, she was very easy to take care of.

Namjoon, was sleeping just as soundly as the baby was. His whole body was sprawled out disorient on the sofa with a woolen blanket kicked to his feet. Smirking, you went over to him and sat down on the coffee table to get a better look at his face. Namjoon was wearing a very peaceful expression, his mouth hung open slightly and head cocked to one shoulder.

You brushed a hand across his soft cheek, pulling it away when he shifted his body slightly. He felt cold, so you stood up, picking the blanket up at his feet and laying it over top of him. You turned away from him to pick up the remote and turn the TV down so he wouldn't wake up.

The past few days, he'd been taking care of the baby with you. He barely had any time off, but it was so amazing that he'd want to spend it changing dirty diapers and playing peek-a-boo every hour. You were proud to call him your boyfriend, but had no way to tell him you appreciated the time he spent with you here.

As you put down the remote, Namjoon sighed loudly and his eyes fluttered open. You gently shoved his shoulders back down against the sofa, pressing your lips against his forehead.

"Namjoon ah, go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you."

"I wasn't sleeping," he muttered, eyes closing again. Namjoon sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his body.

"No, no. I need to clean up."

"Just lay with me for a minute. Just a minute, (Y/N) ah."

"Mm, okay." You huddled under the blanket against him, laying your head on his chest. Namjoon kissed the top of your head, laying his head back on the decorative pillow. He sighed again, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Oppa and his wife will be home tomorrow... We should go pack our stuff" You told him, circling your thumb into his back affectionately.

"Mm, I don't wanna go. Their bed is more comfortable than ours."

"We can buy one like theirs, then." You laughed quietly, cuddling closer.

"What about a baby, then?" His voice was lower, sounding a little shy. You picked your head up quickly, to get a look at his face. Namjoon was blushing furiously, and had a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

"We can't buy one." You joked, trying to make him feel better. He leaned his head back and chortled quietly, before kissing your nose.

"We can make one, though."

"Or two."

"Yah, I'm serious." He whined, shaking you immaturely. You laughed, laying your head back down and kissing his clothed chest.

"Me too, I'm serious too. But..." You felt yourself blush.

"But what? Come on, tell me!"

"Shouldn't we get married first? My mom... she want's me to get married before having kids. I promised her when I was young."

He was quiet for a moment, so you just tried to regain composure. You felt shy, and embarrassed for saying those petty things.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one to bring up marriage first?" He asked quietly, sounding like he was talking more to himself than to you. You broke into laughter, but kept quiet so you wouldn't wake the baby upstairs.

"Well, do you?" You mumbled.

"Of course I do. I'm just so busy lately that I didn't think you really cared..."

"What changed your mind, though?" You questioned, closing your eyes.

"Nothing really changed my mind. I was already sure of marrying you, (Y/N). Just, seeing you with the baby... Ah, I don't know. I love you, I just really love you."

You giggled, pulling him tighter against you. "Dork. You're a major dork. I love you, too."

"Can you carry me to the bedroom?" He whined, and you punched him in the side.

"Can you carry me?"

So he did. He picked you up bridal style despite you telling him you were joking. "No, no, no. I'm just listening to what my wife want's."