Epiphany - Namjoon au

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November 10 : Saturday

Namjoon was seated at his desk writing down math problems and then scribbling them out. His hands were tugging at his hair so hard I was scared he'd rip it all out. He had spent all his time this week helping Yoongi pack up his things and move into the dorms, I didn't realize how intense K-pop was until now.

Of course Yoongi refuses to call himself a K-pop trainee, he insists on only being a producer and rapper. But Namjoon says that he'll probably be put into a group. The thought of the serious and mellow Yoongi in a boy band makes me laugh.

The sound of Namjoon's math book slamming closed made me jump. His head was thrown back while he rubbed his eyes with his fists. He looked exhausted and by his uneven breathing he was probably irritated by his homework. That's what he gets for taking an advanced math class.

"You alright?" I rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my hand. It took a minute for Namjoon to respond to me with a small nod. He slowly turned his head until he was looking at me with soft eyes. He flashed his dimples before walking over to join me on his bed.

He crawled over to me laying his body on top of mine. His head rested in the crook of my neck, every breath fanning across my skin. I smiled wrapping my arms tight around my boyfriends neck bringing him closer to me. My hands found their way to his hair, raking through it causing him to hum in approval.

"When does your mom get back?" Namjoon ignored my question as he started to press his lips against my shoulder softly. "Namjoon?"

"Hm?" His kisses remained slow and soft while they trailed up the side of my neck. I closed my eyes as he kissed below my ear, biting at the skin gently. I felt him smile as I angled my neck, allowing him full access to it. He kissed across my jaw slowly, his hands running under my shirt to rest on the dip of my waist.

He hovered over my lips, his eyes stared into mine as I tried to control my breathing. I will never understand how he can kiss me like this and still remain calm and collected. If Namjoon even looks at me a certain way I come undone.

"What were you saying baby?" Our lips grazed while he spoke making me arch to try to get closer to him, but every time I did he'd inch further away from me. "Huh?"

"Joon." I fell back onto the bed my head hitting the pillow. He smiled looking down at me. His eyes scanned over my small body underneath his, he held a fondness in his eyes that made me feel special. It felt intoxicating knowing that someone can look at you and be completely entranced simply because it's you. "Jungkook is home."

"And?" He lowered his body over mine again until there was almost no space between us. I had enough of his teasing, pulling his lips to mine by the back of his neck, we smiled as we kissed.

It didn't take long for the soft, smiling kiss to turn into something more heated. Soon our lips were chasing after one another's neither of us able to keep up with ourselves. I didn't realize what I was doing but my hands had found their way to Namjoon's shirt pulling it off his body revealing the soft skin of his chest and stomach. I let my hands run down his front until they hooked in his belt loops pulling him closer to me.

Namjoon was quick to reciprocate as he lifted my body up enough to pull my shirt above my head. My first instinct was to cover up with my arms, but Namjoon had my wrists in his hand holding them above my head. In a swift motion he flipped us over, pulling me to straddle his waist. I could feel his bulge beneath me while he brought our lips back together.

Everything was going fast and it was all rushed. Our lips, our roaming hands, everything was moving too quick. When we finally pulled away from one another to catch our breaths we didn't rush right back into kissing. We just stayed how we were, me seated on his lap while he ran his hands up and down my back and my hands held onto his shoulders.