bts oneshots ✓ [completed]

Mom | Namjoon

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   "I genuinely think that my mother loves you more than she loves me." Namjoon sighs, setting his hand on your right thigh. You smile, setting your own smaller hand atop his large, warm hand.

   His mother sat across the aisle of the airplane, beside his dad. Namjoon has always wanted to bring both you and his parents on a trip somewhere. So where did he decide he was going to drag you on his two weeks off?

    Paris, France.

   "No. She loves you." You assure him with a soft chuckle, your sweater paws caressing his hand, which had moved to your inner thigh, slightly higher up. It wasn't anything sexual, and rather was just calming for the both of you.

  Namjoon always had to be touching you. Whether it was his hand on your thigh, or interlacing your hands together, or even just resting his hand on your lower back. Whenever he was with you, he had to have his hands on you.

   You rest your head on your hand, staring out the window, primarily focusing on the soft motions that Namjoon's hand was making against your clothed thigh.

   "We're almost there." Namjoon leans over, placing his chin on your shoulder. His eyes stare past you, gazing out the small airplane window.

    "I know, Namjoon." You laugh, snuggling your back against his chest. He removes his head from your shoulder, instead placing his chin on the top of your head. With his free hand, he interlocks your fingers.

   The two of you remain like that for the rest of the flight to France.

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     Namjoon throws himself down onto the large bed in the center of the room of the fancy hotel. You follow him into the hotel room, carrying your suitcase. You had other bags, but Namjoon insisted on carrying them, so they were already sitting between the bed and the wall.

    You smile, and lay down on his back. He laughs, turning his head to the side, so that his cheek rested on the white comforter.

   "My mom wants to take you shopping." Namjoon suddenly says, taking a deep breath. You rise and fall in time with his breath.

    "I love your mom." You say, snuggling your face into the black fabric of his t-shirt. Namjoon relishes in the feeling off you pressing yourself as close to him as you can.

    "I'm pretty sure my mom loves you more than she loves me. And I'm her son." Your boyfriend pouts.

    "I love your mom more than I love you too. See you later!" You cackle as you jog out of the room, to his parents' room across the hallway.

    "Hey--!"

 
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     You sip at your coffee, crossing your legs under the glass table. Namjoon's mom sits across from you, sipping her own beverage.

    "Feels nice to get away from the boys, once in a while." Mrs. Kim laughs, smiling at you. You bear a grin right back at her, setting your half-empty coffee cup down on the outdoor cafe table.

   Namjoon's mother had taken you shopping to nearly every store in Paris. It was dictionary-definition bonding time for the both of you.

   You open your mouth to say something more, when suddenly the chair beside you is pulled out, and none other than Kim Namjoon sits down.

    "Namjoon, am I not allowed to spend time with my future daughter-in-law?" His mother scoffs, flicking his forehead.
 
    "You are right now. Don't let me bother you," Namjoon says, swatting at her hand.

    "Alone." His mother adds, narrowing her dark eyes at her son. You laugh awkwardly, feeling slightly out of place in their family discussion. After all, you still considered yourself an outsider. A (Surname), rather than a Kim.

    "Should I go back to the hotel?" You ask, slightly scooting away from the table.

   "No!" Namjoon and his mother shout simultaneously, whipping their heads to stare at you. You blink, somewhat startled.

    "I was only making sure that my mother didn't try to steal you from me. She's extremely persuasive." Namjoon scoots closer to you, snaking his arms around your waist.

    "Namjoon, your mom isn't capable of stealing me from you." You laugh, stoking his hair. He looks at you, eyes wide, like a child who was just offered candy.

    "Really?"

    "I'm yours." You smile.

   "Aww!" Namjoon's mother coos, taking a picture with her phone. "So when do I get grandchildren?"

    "Mom!"

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