커피 | Namjoon x Male!Reader | RM BTS

7 - Morning

Waking up next to Namjoon in the morning was a lot more peaceful than you had expected. Initially, you had assumed that he was still asleep because despite your efforts to wiggle your way free from his embrace, his arms only tightened their hold on you. However, after hearing a murmur of, "Five more minutes." You knew exactly what he was doing.

"Namjoon?"

"Mhhm," was the only response you got from the head buried in the crook of your neck, his chest pressed up against your back, and other areas pressed up against your behind quite explicitly.

"Don't you have a schedule today?" You tried to wiggle again, but it only caused to create friction between your bodies.

He seemed unconcerned about the situation though, "Not until later."

You became resigned to the fact that you would be stuck there for the foreseeable future, and instead turned around in his hold to face him. If you were stuck, you may as well see the face of your captor. He loosened his grip a little in order for you to turn, and you were met with a sleepy smile and slitted eyes.

"Mornin'," he beamed.

You sighed, you couldn't be irritated by that even if you tried, "Morning Joon."

"I like it when you call me that."

"What?"

"Joon. It's cute," he smiled sheepishly, and you could feel the first blush heat up your face.

"O-oh, okay," you smiled back, "Do you want breakfast?"

"In a minute, just want to be here for a while," he insisted, just staring at you contently. As the next moment passed, it didn't appear to be awkward, and despite how undetermined your relationship was at that moment, you were surprisingly at ease with it. Of course, you had Kim Namjoon in your bed after what could be classed as a cute date and overnight cuddling session. It was completely normal for something like this to happen, especially to you (Sarcasm implied. Before this your love life was dead).

After a few moments of comfortable eye contact and flicking your eyes to his lips now and again (with you chastising yourself for it goddamnit), you spoke up, "Well, as nice as this sofa bed it, I don't want to be in it any longer than I have to be."

He chuckled, finally rolling over on to his back and freeing you, "Ok, ok, I get it."

You clambered over him, making sure not to take the blanket away from him, or step on him, as you made your way over to the kitchen. "Pancakes?"

"Please."

As you got to work, Namjoon and you talked. He explained that he had dance practise later at two, but before that, he had time to spend his morning with you and have lunch. Seeing as it was only nine in the morning now, it let your heart race a little at the thought of spending more time with him.

Just after you had heated the pan up and were about to pour the batter in to start cooking, you yelped as you felt two arms wrap around your waist, almost causing you to drop the bowl of pancake mix.

"Jesus Christ!" You exclaimed, "Don't do that!"

He chuckled, "Sorry."

You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he was taller than you, and the hold he had on you was just mildly distracting, if not detrimental to your concentration on cooking. You didn't want to ruin the moment, but the close proximity between you two couldn't help but make you question what yours and Namjoon's relationship even was – if it was even a relationship of sorts. As far as you knew, you were just close friends. Hell, you didn't even know if he was gay or not! (Or any other sexuality for that matter.)