Third Person P.O.V.
"Namjoon come here! I'm trying to help you with this and you are completely and blatantly ignoring me!"
"But y/n, it's so boring!" he whines. "Why can't we just take a break?" You glared at your incorrigible boyfriend.
"Because we haven't even started! Come sit down so I can help you study English." Namjoon gives you a sad look, knowing all too well it won't work on you. You learned over time how not to give in to that adorable pouty face. People seem to think of Namjoon as unbelievably awkward or super horny, when in reality that wasn't him.
...At least not all of him. Most of the time, your little Joonie was adorable, fluffy, and really kind to practically everyone. You always seemed to have the smartest—and the stupidest—conversations with him.
As you sat there, finally convincing Namjoon to study with you, he couldn't help but find himself staring at your beautiful figure. He always admired the way your skin glowed, how your hair shaped your face perfectly, and how your eyes always had a soft shimmering effect about them. It took him a full minute to realize that when you were staring right back, that shimmer in your eyes was caused (this time) by annoyance.
"Jagiya, please pay attention. English is hard and I don't want you missing anything just because you're distracted."
"Only because of you, babygirl. Only because of you," he countered. Tearing his gaze away from you, you managed to teach Namjoon some American slang before he got sidetracked again.
"I have some slang of my own for you, doll," he spoke in a low tone. A little tired, and slightly intrigued by his statement, you decided not to ignore him this time.
"Oh yeah?" you inquire, looking at him expectantly.
"Was your dad a traffic cop? Cuz you got fine written all over you!" It took you a second to fully comprehend that he was using awful pick-up lines.
"Namjoon... Just—just no."
"Awe c'mon babe, you know you like it! I forgot to tell you there's somethin' wrong wit yo phone... it don't got my number on it."
"Joonie, you're just making stuff up now. Can you—"
"Here comes a good one: if I were a watermelon... would you—"
"I would spit it out in your face and make you swallow it," you replied with mock bitterness.
"Okay, forget I asked, but do you like sugar?"
"I'm not even going to answer that."
"...Because I got some Suga right over here for ya." You look at him, waiting for another terrible pickup line, but it doesn't come so that gives you a second to think.
"You do realize that just because Yoongi's stage name is Suga that doesn't mean you can use him in a pickup line and have it be funny."
"You're no fun," he pouts. You simply nod and shrug. "Can you at least give me a blowjob or something? I'm tired of studying and I need some stress relief after all the work they made us do for our comeback album," he complains.
And not surprisingly, you give in. Because you love Namjoon. And even though he can be a little much sometimes, you know he'd do anything for you, so naturally you'd do anything for him.
"Only after we finish this lesson. Now..."
"If this doesn't go quick, I may just pick you up and do you on the table rather than this stupid lesson."
"Namjoon."
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FanfictionThe chapters start off kinda crappy and get better as they go. I originally wrote this on Quotev, then added it to AO3, and thought: why not put it here, too? Requests are open and encouraged!
