Requested by: Luvstruckdream. If you'd like another part, I highly doubt I could do it. But thank you for this idea.
"Namjoon?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Who's Jackson?"
He looks up from his book. "Oh, he's another parent. I met him while I was dropping Hoseok off at school. Why do you ask, and why are you looking through my phone?"
I shrug, the burning sensation in my throat making it difficult to speak. "No reason. I just didn't realize you were going to hang out with him tomorrow night." I turn away, set his phone down on the counter, and start cleaning the dishes.
I hear him chuckle. I don't look back at him, but I do jump a little when he touches my waist. A pair of lips skim my neck. "Jin, please don't be jealous."
"I am not jealous."
"Yes, you are." He reaches one hand up to tilt my chin to the side and kisses me. I sigh and lean into the kiss. I drop the plate in the sink and turn to face him. "You have nothing to worry about," he assures me after breaking the lip contact. "I married you; we have a son. And there's no one I'd rather be with than you, baby."
Nothing can stop my smile from growing. "You're so cheesy." I hug him. "I'm sorry. I just can't bear the though of losing you."
"You'll never lose me. I promise."
I pull away, intertwining my fingers with his. "I shouldn't have assumed anything. Jackson is a dad, isn't he?"
"Yes. He has a two sons: Yugyeom and the other has the nickname BamBam." His hands slide around my waist to rest on my lower back. "He was trying to get BamBam off of his leg when I met him. He asked for help finding one of the classrooms. That's it. We exchanged numbers, and that's the end of it. I feel for the guy." He holds me closer. "Being a single dad has got to be tough."
I lean back. "Wait, he's single?"
His face goes straight. "Uh..."
"You never told me he was single."
"You said you shouldn't assume things."
I push him away. "That was when I thought he had a wife or something!"
"Baby, please-"
"Look, I'm sorry, Joon. I just..." I sigh, "I can't help it!" I peck his cheek. "I love you so much. I don't want anyone to take you away from me."
He smiles with open arms. "Come here." I oblige and step into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me. "I love you too." Suddenly, his large hands move south and stop just above my ass. "I like you being territorial. It's kind of sexy." His teeth bite my collarbone. Sighing, I lean my head back to give him more access.
"Joonie..." I mumble as he picks me up. "You know Hoseok has to be picked up by 4."
He glances back at a clock on the wall. "Trust me. There's so many things I could do in the amount of time we have." He begins to head for the stairs.
I grab a corner of the wall to stop him. "Namjoon, you can't take too long."
He adjusts his hold on me. "That's why we call it a quickie, babe." We arrive at the bedroom, and he throws me on the bed. I bounce a few times, and Namjoon immediately climbs on top of me. He kisses me deeply.
I'm the one to break it. "We don't have time."
"We just won't go all the way just yet." He plays with my zipper. "We'll save that for tonight."
I slide my hands under his shirt, pressing my palms against his hard stomach. "Babe, don't you remember? I took a night shift."
He groans. "Shit, I forgot."
I frown at his disappointment. I sit up and throw my arms around his neck. His hands immediately go to my sides. "I'm sorry. I know it's been tough lately. But with Hoseok starting school-"
"I know, I know." He exhales deeply. "I just don't like you working too hard. You barely slept this week. Maybe you should call in sick."
I laugh. "Namjoon, I'm going to be tired whether I'm at work or doing things in here with you."
He smiles. "As much as I love going rough on you, baby, we can put it off. You deserve rest."
He's so considerate. "You're way too sweet." I kiss him. "But we need the money; you know that."
"Unfortunately, I do." He dips down and kisses me softly, and it soon turns passionate.
We make out for a few more minutes. When I look at the digital clock on our nightstand, I push him up. "Hey, it's almost time." I look up at him. "You know, Hoseok has been doing really well in school. If we leave now, we can pick him up early and get him a treat to reward him."
He nods in agreement. "Yeah, sure." He suddenly eyes me suspiciously. "Are you just saying that so you can get something too?"
Busted.
"Jin?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe," I answer truthfully. I whine, "I haven't had ice cream in a really long time!"
He only laughs. "Okay, you can get something too." He kisses my head. "But, we still have five minutes. Hmm...what can I do in five minutes? I wonder-"
He's cut off when I press my lips to his. He sits back and I place myself in his lap. I reach down and lift the hem of his shirt to run my hands over his chest. He responds by raising his hips, grinding upward against me. The friction makes me gasp against his mouth, and he uses that moment to slip his tongue inside.
After slipping a hand down my pants, he moves to press me down onto the mattress, but apparently we weren't in the correct position to do that. Next thing I know, we're falling off of the bed, and I land next to him on the floor.
A moment of silence passes, and then laughter erupts in the room. I roll over so that I lie on top of him. "Okay, now we really have to go."
"Damn. Fine." He sits up, kisses me quickly, then pushes me off to the side. He scrambles to his feet, suddenly very energetic. "Come on, slow poke!"
I roll my eyes, but I never stop smiling.
