i'd pick more daisies. [namjoon x reader]

poor as i am.

  "What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a sheperd, I would bring a lamb. If I were a wise man, I'd sure do my part. So what can I give Him? I'll give Him my heart."

It was now late Spring. You had been on about five dates with Namjoon. Could you call it a date? You guys weren't dating or anything, it felt weird to call it that. He led you by the hand into many music stores, pointing out his favourite artists and the impact they had on modern day music. He ran his fingers across the spine of each CD case before plucking one from the shelf contently. "This one," he said. "It's N.WA. One of their best albums, honestly. Very iconic. You have to listen to it."

You inspected it closer, not sure if you'd like it but having no complaints as Namjoon bought it for you at the counter. That was your latest date - a week ago. Since then, you had put the CD into your laptop and hadn't taken it out. The songs were strangely aggressive but in the end, always fulfilling. You found yourself buying the online copy of Frank Ocean's new album after Namjoon recommended it to you one night. You hummed the notes under your breath while you washed the dishes in your apartment, staring out of the sun-washed window pane. It was certainly a softer version of rap but something that Namjoon liked nonetheless. 

Another fond date you had with him was the week before. You were at your office job, bored with no work to do. Your boss was on a "business meeting" with some artists and producers. Upon hearing the news via text, Namjoon managed to get into your office cubicle, poking his head in with the smuggest smile you had ever seen in your life. You spent the rest of the day skipping work to watch a movie - and Xavier didn't even notice.

 Yeah, despite only knowing each other for a few months, the memories you had with Namjoon were pretty fond. Other than the first one. You told this to Jin as you sat in the large apartment the boys lived in. They lived together and all chipped in for rent. Hoseok had a steady job as a choreographer, Jin would often do modelling and although Namjoon was an independent artist, he could make some money through online sales and his coffee shop job. It was a nice place, although Jin complained about Jungkook not cleaning up enough. It was a vision in white, sleek and modern. The kitchen counters were constantly cleaned, the windows were wiped and the shelves were dusted. The throw pillows never looked an inch out of place and despite the amount of bleach used on the floor, it smelled of fresh flowers. "Yoongi's the oldest so he has wanted to move out for a while," he nodded as he made you coffee. "But I guess it's just very hard to say goodbye to family." He beamed, pushing the mug over to you on the table. You nodded, taking a quick sip. "I used to regret moving to the city because all my friends and family are still back home," you admitted. "But at least now I have you guys, so I'm not completely miserable."

You and Jin laughed quietly but your attention quickly turned to the apartment door that opened. You could identify him by the smell of his cologne before you saw his face. Namjoon smiled at you, a bag of groceries in one hand and his phone in the other. "Oh, hey. I didn't know you were coming over today," he purred. He watched you closely when he passed you, withdrawing a jug of milk from the bag and placing it carefully into the fridge. "Neither did I. Jin invited me over," you explained, lazily gesturing to Jin who was now fixing the positioning of the milk jug in the fridge. 

Namjoon leaned on the counter. "Well, Jin, I hope you didn't plan any fancy dinner for our guest because I'm taking [Y/N] out tonight."

"You are?"

He  nodded, turning his head to look at Jin who simply shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Are you sure you two don't want dinner before you leave though?" He asked, as if worried for your health. It made you laugh a little. Namjoon shook his head and politely refused. "If we get hungry, we can always stop at some takeout place. Right?"

You agreed happily, a bubbly attitude taking over you instantly. Your legs swung under the table slightly. Namjoon checked the clock, paused for a minute and started searching for his scarf. "No time like the present, I suppose," he flashed a smile and you basically leapt from your seat at the comment. As you pulled on your jacket, you apologised to Jin. "Sorry for leaving you so early, Jin, but you know..." You trailed off, hoping that he'd get the hint that you were totally obsessed with Namjoon's dates. He seemed a bit pouty but caved in with a smile, telling you both to have fun. You thanked him, waved goodbye and exited the apartment. Namjoon was close behind you with a... picnic basket. What. "What's that for?" You laughed. 

"Well, Jin is right, i thought we might get hungry so. Picnic!" He lifted it up slightly higher. "I'm a genius, see?"

You rolled your eyes whilst opening the apartment building door, stepping into the warm breeze. You lead Namjoon lead the way here, his basket hanging from his hand and his other one in his pocket. You wanted to take it. But you didn't. You watched him cross the street, walk down the steps, passed the tunnel and into the nearby flower fields. You both strolled into the one filled with daises, an overflowing sea of white and yellow. It reminded you of the daisy Namjoon gave you months ago, which now sat in your kitchen, in the prettiest vase you could find. The green stalks danced under you feet and you tried not to trip while following Namjoon's confident strides. "There's a big tree over here," he told you. "One that's perfect for sitting under."

After minutes of inhaling the sweet flower scent and bathing in the sun's golden glow, you were able to sit underneath a towering tree with Namjoon. The lush green leaves shaded you both. You were too busy admiring the view to eat, unlike Namjoon who was already halfway into an apple. "It's pretty, isn't it?" he asked moments later. You smiled widely. "It is."

After eating many strawberries and drinking a whole bottle of water, you laid back on the soft grass that was extremely inviting. You closed your eyes, your arms crossed above your head. Namjoon spoke as you did, as if he was telling a story. He was always so good at stories. "I found this place two weeks after we moved here," he breathed. "We were all stressed. No money, no food. Only two of us had jobs, I was still trying to make my music career take off. It was exhausting, though. Every day I would go into the city but the answer was the same, you know? Denied. Over and over. I'll admit, I cried. A lot. It took a toll on me. I told Yoongi I was going for a walk and I found this place." He paused, his gaze flickering on the rows of flowers once more. "My safe haven. I wrote almost all of my songs here as a teenager. It's really a big part of my youth. I didn't really think happy places were a thing until I showed up here."

You peeked at him, opening one eye and staring. He looked as if he was wrapped up in nostalgia as a mix of emotion crept onto his features. Then he met your eyes. "I'm glad you get to be apart of all this. I suppose my safe haven wouldn't really be my safe haven if you weren't here beside me."

Your cheeks flushed and a warmth flooded your insides. Your heart felt like it was melting and the heat wasn't helping your situation. Unable to speak, you nodded. Namjoon layed further down, propping himself up on his elbow to see you. "I... I think so too," you whispered, letting out a nervous chuckle. The Spring breeze ruffled your clothes and hair against the grass and now your eyes were fully open to look at Namjoon who was hovering above your face with a smile. And then, as if by instinct, your hand snaked around Namjoon's neck. You pulled him into your face slowly. You kissed him.