Weeks and weeks go by and my relationship with Namjoon gets better. If that's even possible. You wouldn't think a quiet person like him would have so many things to share, but it's true. Once he starts talking about something he feels passionate about, he'll go on and on. But I'm not complaining, I love listening to him talk.
Like now, as we sit in the window of my room he's, telling me about the recent book he's read but he can't remember what it's called. "Do you remember the author?" I'm sitting on his lap in the small space, and he's got his arms wrapped around my waist, while my head is resting on his shoulder.
"Hmm, Michael...Michael Sanders...mmm Michael Kors-"
"That's a designer baby."
"Right, hmm, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Michael Buble-ok I can't remember, but it's a great book."
"I believe you." I kiss his cheek making him blush and look away. "You're so cute."
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FanfictionA story about a boy named Seokjin who meets a strange boy by the name of Namjoon. "Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?" "No." (Completed)
