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

his voice she knew.

"Gently he showed her then his blessed face, and one word sprang from his deep heart's recess: Mary his voice she knew, she knew its grace; It came with perfect peace her heart to bless."

You watched him in the centre of the circle. The circle of other rappers and those who simply wanted to spectate. The lyrics spilled out of his mouth easily enough, his tongue twisting ever-so simply over ever little vowel he muttered. The other boys were standing by you, Yoongi was especially interested in Namjoon, and was debating whether or not to go up against him next. You were all in the strange and unknown back alleys of the city. You could hear traffic whirring past, just through the corners of the winding path that led you here. This place was securely tucked away between two apartment buildings and Chinese takeout. Yet, it was lit by pretty paper lanterns and fairy lights. The atmosphere was heavier than the scenery was. You weren't really scared of rappers, more like... intimidated. Even though you knew Namjoon was barely intimidating, he probably was to some. You saw that other people looked at him differently. Was it a look of respect or fear?

There was a small amp buzzing deep and low beats. Everyone was moving rythmatically and paying full attention to the one with the mic. Out of all the performers, you like Namjoom the most. Were you biased? Absolutely. He held the mic with a tight grip, his lips dangerously close as he spoke fluently with his well-written rhymes. You smiled every time he looked up at you, but that seemed to distract him from being "tough, manly and cool Rap Monster" because he turned away. The crowd were awfully entranced by his music, just like you. It was nice to be around some people who respected his craft. You turned to talk to Yoongi, but he was already basically throwing himself into the crowd. He slid in beside Namjoon, nonchalantly taking the mic from his hands. 

It was becoming awfully claustrophobic now. You were being pushed towards the back a little, but you held onto the end of Jin's sweater to make sure you weren't taken away completely. A sort of unknown terror gripped you and your vision swam suddenly. You couldn't see Namjoon at all. Your body was almost rendered useless before you felt his touch again. It was sudden, but it brought you back to reality. A smile melted onto your lips. "I thought I lost you," his voice husked but you simply rolled your eyes. You played it off. "As if. I'm not going anywhere."

Clearly seeing your secretly frightened expression, Namjoon took you out from the alleyway. It was strange - the high street was dead silent. It was a strange contrast. The only people vacating the place was late night shoppers and late night musicians. You swung Namjoon's arm as you both walked, surveying those playing instruments. There was a guitarist, seemingly whining a ballad into his microphone, begging for money with his eyes. A flute player.  A keyboard player. Then, a man singing with his friend who was playing her heart out on trumpet. It was a nice, upbeat jazz tune which you wiggled your shoulders to, much to Namjoon's amusement.

He grabbed your waist and suddenly spun you around. You instantly felt dizzy. You gripped onto his hand while laughing, going slightly cross-eyed when you tried to focus on his face. The mid-summer night heat was washing over you. Or it was blush as you met his eyes. He swayed your hips side to side with his hands, and you played along with a smirk. 

"You are so embarrassing," you teased and you pulled away to put some money into the bucket laid in front of the performers. He raised his eyebrows as you walked right past him, but of course he followed. "Where are you taking me exactly?" He asked, his hands in his pockets, sheltering himself from the bitter night breeze that was passing.

"Oh? Are you opposed to me dragging you around? Isn't this what you do to me all the time?" You drawled sarcastically. He took your hand, his cheeks flushed as he admitted it was.  You eagerly strutted over multiple streets of stores before stopping at a wide, open park. There was a fountain at the centre, dripping clear water that looked silver in the illuminated atmosphere. The rows of streetlights circled the place, pigeons sat resting in the grass and you quickly took a seat on the oak bench facing the fountain. You leaned forward and trailed your fingers across the water, enjoying the coolness. Namjoon took a seat beside you, surveying your face as you felt the water. He smiled into himself. You sat back, wiping your damp hand on your jeans. "This place is pretty, huh?"

"Very," he agreed. His gaze fell on the grass, coated with flowers. Roses, daisies, sunflowers, bluebells. He tipped his head back and rested it on the back of the bench, staring at the dark blue night sky. The stars spread across the vast landscape; this blue ocean that seemed to go on forever. He was only brought back to reality when you took his hand. And he smiled. 

"What are you thinking about?" You asked when you saw his longing expression. He shrugged stiffly as he was unsure of what to say. After a moment of pondering, he cleared his throat and Namjoon asked, "Do you think we'll be together for a really long time?"

You stared at him blankly for a moment, biting your lip. "You mean, like, forever?" You asked. He laughed weakly and nodded, barely able to meet your eyes. He was embarrassed and it was pretty cute but this was a serious topic. Of course, you wanted it to be forever. But was that realistic? Was that what Namjoon wanted? You hoped to God it was and that you wouldn't be left heartbroken. "Well," you said in an almost-whisper. "If I had to spend forever with anyone - I'd be very happy if it was you."

That appeared to be a good answer as Namjoon broke out into a wide smile, his cheeks turning crimson and his eyes closing. He covered his face with his arm. "Mmmh," he hummed lowly. "I think I feel the same way."

You contently snuggled into his side and rested your head on him. He put his arm around you, instantly warming your body. You closed your eyes and soaked up this moment. You smelled his cologne, you felt his touch, you savoured his warmth and you let yourself feel safe - just for a moment. It was as if he was shielding you from the dark night. It felt pretty damn good.

You both stayed in that position for a while, and you were sure you could have probably dozed off, if it weren't for Namjoon suddenly sitting up. "Fuck!" He exclaimed. You looked at him, puzzled. "I totally forgot I have to go and perform again before the night ends." 

He frantically stood up and you did too, laughing at his forgetfulness. You checked your phone. "Well, we have five minutes, so," your voice trailed off. "We'd better run?"

He instantly gripped your hand and sped off down the centre of the park, past the glittering streetlights, down the reflecting empty windows of the stores and past the low drone of performers. You laughed most of the way, trying not to trip every time you turned a corner.

Namjoon instantly jumped back into the bustling crowd of rappers - it came very naturally to him, it seemed. This time, you looked on from a distance, because you didn't have to see him to know he was there. His voice you knew.