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sensitive - namjoon

A knock on your front door startled you as you watched your drama. Bowl of popcorn in your lap and orange juice boxes lined on the coffee table. Maybe you shouldn't have stayed up all night because there was a dark figure through the blurry glass.

Anyhow, you stood from your comfortable area and grumbled as you made your way to the door. The person continues to knock again.

"Who is it?!" You shout at the door, having no time for anyone's games. It was as early as six in the morning and a Saturday. You had plans. To spend the whole entire day inside, of course.

"It's me!" You recognized the deep voice and unlocked the door. The door swung open, revealing Namjoon in a black hoodie and black jeans. Not bothering to even welcome him inside. You walked off in the direction of the couch and left him to shut the door behind him.

You unpaused your show as you dug into your popcorn. Namjoon got into the empty area beside you and reached for you bowl, which you pulled away as soon as he did.

"Hey—!"

"Get your own." He groaned as he dragged his feet to the kitchen.

Namjoon found the popcorn packets and searched for your kitchen scissors. If only he could get off the wrapper, he could get to his precious snack. A hint of silver caught his eye. The scissors! He grabbed the weapon— I mean, scissors, only for the item to snap in half.

"Gosh dang it!" He screeched, alarming you. Your head whipped in his direction at super speed. You didn't even have to ask. The surprised look on his face and the two halves of your kitchen scissors explained it all. You mentally facepalmed yourself. God of destruction much?

"I'm sorry, (y/n)." You made your way to him and hit his arm. The hint of pain radiated from the area as he rubbed it with one hand. After tearing away the wrapper, you stuffed the packet into the microwave.

Namjoon stood only a few inches from you, eyeing the popping bag. You couldn't help but chuckle on his behalf. The microwaved beeped and snapped you out of your gaze. You didn't realize you were so lost at the sight of him. He turned his face towards you and smiled, showing his dimples.

Embarrassed he had caught you, you scurried back to the couch, leaving him with his snack. After a short while, he returned and plopped onto the couch with a glass bowl containing popcorn puffs. You were glad he didn't cause the bowl to shatter.

"Why'd you start the next season without me?" He pouted. You hated when he did that, you loved it when he did that. He looked like a cute bear with his aegyo. It would be amazing to squish him in your arms.

"You should know I don't wait when there's a cliffhanger." It was true. The leading lady collapsed due to either the drink poisoning or a possible injury and you had to find out what happened.

While the episode was coming to an end, the leading lady and her husband were having a moment. They were having an argument and were on the topic of getting a divorce. But you knew they loved each other. A tear dribbled down your cheek.

Namjoon caught notice of your action and intertwined your hand with his. He squeezed your hand. You turned to face him, but his gaze was set on the screen.

"Why are you crying?" He finally asks after taking your hand. "It's just a show."

Your flushed cheeks showed him you were embarrassed because he was right. It was only a show. You raised your hand to wipe your tears onto your sleeve.

"I don't freaking know," You pointed to where the credits played at the end of the episode. "It's just so sad."

"What is?" He shot you a puzzled look and squeezed your hand tighter.

"I mean--"

"You mean they loved each other a lot and why are they bringing up divorce over such a little thing?" You were surprised by his knowledge. Well, what were you expecting? The boy broke things easily but had an IQ of 148. So you just nodded, not saying a word before your voice cracked.

"I was just thinking of us." Shaking your head, you clutched onto his arm. "I don't want you to leave."

"Well," Namjoon leaned closer and laid his side on you. "I love you too much so that can never happen to us."

You let your hands run themselves into his hair as his head rested on your chest. This boy, this adorable as heck boy who broke your kitchen scissors is who you love. A sensitive heart was what you had and you gave it to him. He better take care of it. Oh who are you kidding, he definitely will. You know he will. You can just tell.

Namjoon hums a tune shortly after you powered the TV off. The beautiful tune was soft and catchy, something you recognized. You found yourself humming along while stroking his hair. How can someone's hair be so freaking soft and satisfying?

Due to staying up all night, your eyes start to droop and shut slightly. He looked up at you and laughed. The vibration of his laugh rumbled through you and your eyes flutter open. You both were caught in each others' eyes, never wanting to look away. His soft, dark brown eyes melted into yours and in that moment, you couldn't take it anymore. You leaned down and pressed a kissed onto his head. 

He reached for your hand, which rested on your side now. Your hands were intertwined once again. Namjoon sent an air kiss towards you before gently placing one on the hand that was intertwined with his. 

"I know you have a sensitive heart. If anyone says something harsh to you, it'd hurt your feelings and you'd cry instantly. I would never let you suffer like that. Since I have your heart, I'll take care of it. Then each day, your heart will become stronger and stronger. If the day comes and I break your heart, I swear I'll let you cut open my chest with the scissors I just broke and rip out my heart. I love you, (y/n), and your sensitive heart."