𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 | ℝ𝕄 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

N.I.N.E

A/N

Dim the lights down baby, just dim the lights,
Ugh I'm a master baby with your—

I'm sorry.

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"Namjoon?" I shout from the top of the stairs, making sure that god of destruction can hear me. "Yes baby, lemme grab this lemonade then I'm coming to you." That idiot knows so much about my lemonade addiction. Which after a couple of seconds I hear footsteps coming up the creaky stairs. Namjoon holding two glasses of lemonade with a packet of biscuits. (I don't mean them gravy stuff some people have in America, I mean the British biscuits.) "You were going to scare me but I had a feeling you were going to stand here and wait." He hands me one of the glasses and smiles widely. "I even put ice in the lemonade to make it look fancy." My eyes land on the glass and three cubes of ice float around which I swirl the glass to make it move. "I appreciate it Joon." My lips land on his cheek and I penguin waddle to our room, with Namjoon following taking a few sips of his drink. "Your welcome (Your Name)." I open the bedroom door and waddle my way to the bed.

"Jooooonnnnnnnnn can we watch some comedy..?" I place my lemonade on the side table and lap stomach first on the bed. His giggle fills the room as he places his drink down. "Anything for my girl." (I cringed at my own work.) now what movie...

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Namjoons POV.

We watched *whatever movie tickles ya fancy*. She fell asleep halfway through it mumbling the words like she was apart of the script. Her voice was light and peaceful and the soft lips of hers would stop when the boys part came on. I guess she was thinking I would know this movie but I don't. So I laid there playing around with Y/Ns hair and sometimes did little plaits.

"Joon why is there wanna be plaits in my hair..?" I guess I was day dreaming. "And why does my hair look like a bush..?" She giggles out with hugging me tight. "What is your fiancé not allowed to try and plait his going to be wife?" I joke around pouting at the fact her hair did look like a bush. Well I need work on that...

"Okay maybe I need to work on plaiting but how does it look like a bush when I was just softly brushing it through with my fingers..!" With that sentence my lips was covered by a finger. "Because.. God Of Destruction." I hope that name is going to change. "But it's fine just try and look what your doing.. since it looks like you have been day dreaming the hole way through. Even when I fell asleep and woke up." That is true.. "is there something wrong or?" Is there something wrong..?

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A/N

Hey.

I'm super emotional but I'm fine.

Stay alive.

Love myself,

Love yourself.

<3