Faith

Chapter Two

AN: This chapter seems a pic fractured because it takes place over their year together. I wanted to show how cute they were together first before the drama happens!

"Where are your pants?"

You glance up from your movie to see Namjoon had let himself in again. This was slowly becoming the norm over the past month that you'd been seeing each other, and you found that it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, you were pretty sure it gave you those warm, tingly, butterfly feelings everyone always went on about.

"I'm sorry, sir, but in this household, we follow a no pants rule. The only exception is pajamas or if we have to wear pants to leave the apartment." You pat the empty seat next to you on the couch and watch as he kicks off his shoes and pants before dropping into it, obviously exhausted.

Another habit he'd developed over the past month was practically living in your apartment. He still went back to his place from time to time, mostly to get more clothes. However, he always came back here, and it was always the first place he'd go after work. You were already living like an old married couple, and you hadn't even started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend yet.

"Hard day?" You lean in and peck the back of his neck as you massage his shoulders. He moans loud and dramatically, leaning into your touch.

"Yeah. Construction is no joke." He mumbles, looking down at his hands.

Following his gaze, you see several blisters and chipped nails. You jump up and run to the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of aloe vera gel. Grabbing his large hand, you begin to slowly massage the gel in, taking care around the blisters. Namjoon sighed and leaned into the back of the couch with a small smile.

"You're too good to me, baby." He whispers softly, and you smile up at him, shrugging.

"It's the least I can do. Maybe someday, when you're a rich and famous rapper, you'll think of me whenever you get some fancy Swiss Masseuse."

"Baby, when I'm a rich and famous rapper, we'll be getting those fancy ass couple massages with the rocks."

You can't help but internally squeal every time he says "We." He uses it so often, especially when he's talking about the future, and you wonder if he even realizes how it sounds.

You were about to respond when you were interrupted by a tiny bark.

Namjoon shot up and looked around, before looking at you in confusion.

"What was that?"

You grin sheepishly, before going over to the box that was next to your television. Pulling out the gray pitbull puppy, you use his little paw to wave at Namjoon.

"Hello, large human. I am still unnamed male puppy. Pleased to meet you."

"Why do we have a dog? We didn't have a dog before I left."

"Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you're just another old guy who doesn't wanna accept that the world is changing."

"1, You're older than me. 2, You still haven't told me why we now have a dog."

"You know Mike, the homeless guy that I always give my cans to? When he came to pick them up today, he had this little guy with him. He thought I might be able to take him in. Apparently, he was in a trash can. Like, a really big one. Meaning someone tried to literally throw him away."

"Holy shit, that's fucked up! Gimme." Namjoon reaches his arms out for the wriggling puppy, placing him on his chest as he leans back.

"What's up little guy? I'm your Dad."