4 WEEKS LATER
Natalie's POV
In the past month me and Namjoon have been dating, we've become pretty close. When he's not at work he's either here or sleeping, at least that's what his friends say.
"I bet I can make you blush," Namjoon said.
"I bet you can't," I said knowing he can and will.
I leaned over to my ear and gently bit it.
"You sure about that?" he whispered seductively in my ear.
His voice is even sexier when he's whispering.
"Since when are you so...this?" I struggled trying to find the right words.
He moved away from my ear and pulled my face towards his until the two of us were inches apart.
"Ever since I realized how beautiful you are. Which was the very first moment I laid eyes on you."
YEP. HE DEFINITELY WON. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO WIN? I STOOD NO CHANCE.
"Guess you win." I sigh admitting defeat.
"Hey, sis! Who's car is th-" she immediately stops her sentence when she sees us about to kiss.
Me and Namjoon move away from each other quickly and turn to look at her standing there surprised.
"WHO DA F IS DAT?! AND WHY IS YOU ABOUT TO SWALLOW HIS FACE?!" she says and Namjoon laughs at her horribly phrased questions.
"Just because I gave you a key doesn't mean you can just come over without telling me first."
"Oh, whatever! You didn't answer my questions! Who is that and why are you about to swallow his face?"
"Okay so for one I wasn't trying to swallow his face, that's weird. Two, Ariana this is my boyfriend, Namjoon. Joonie this is lunatic of a younger sister, Ariana." I introduced the two.
"Hey." Namjoon nods at her.
"Natalie, are you absolutely sure you want him, 'cause the boy is fine and I'll gladly take him off of your hands if you don't want him," Ariana say earning a glare from me. Her saying that made me cling onto his arm.
Namjoon laughed at my reaction and held my hand in his.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I've got your sister and that's all I need," Namjon said softly and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Awe, you guys are like so freaking cute together. I could never break up a couple as cute as you." Ariana said as she came and sat down on the couch next to us.
"You never know," I say and we all laugh a bit.
"So what brings you here all of a sudden?" I ask.
"What I can't just visit my sister?" she responds.
"If it were anyone else, yes. But you, hell no."
"Alright fine. I just need somewhere to stay for like a week, or two, or forever," she says mumbling the last part.
"Forever? Why?"
"Okay so like. Me and David broke up. But I can't move back in with mom and dad, I'm broke, and your house is really close to the university." she explains.
"Are you okay? Why'd you two split? And why do you have to move out the apartment?" I ask.
"I'm fine. We broke up because he punched me and I'm not for that. And the apartment's in his name..."
"HE DID WHAT?! OH THAT BASTARD'S GONNA DIE TODAY!" I scream infuriated.
"Calm down sis. I'm fine but thanks for caring. Can I stay or not?"
"Yeah, yeah sure. You can stay here as long as you need to."
"Are you sure Jessica and Faye are okay with it?"
"Faye would love to be around you 24/7 and Jessica honestly doesn't care at all."
"Well, David should be at work now so I should get my stuff before he comes back," Ariana says standing up.
"We'll go with you," Namjoon says.
"Okay then."
>>>
We drove to the place to pick up her things and luckily David wasn't there. Ariana went to her room to gather her things whilst me and Namjoon sat in the living room.
"How old is your sister?" Namjoon suddenly asks.
"Two years younger than I am."
"She doesn't speak Korean does she?"
"No, why?"
"What if I wanna tell you how sexy you are and your sister is there?" he put his hand on my leg and smirked.
"So horrible."
Just then Ariana came out her room with all her things.
"Can you take this down to the car while I get the stuff from the bathroom? Thanks," she asks and without waiting for an answer, leaves.
Namjoon grabs the heavier boxes, even though I could've easily carried them, and I grab the remaining boxes.
Once we finish we walk back upstairs to get Ariana.
She walks out the apartment with a small box just as we get up the stairs.
"Let's go,"
