6 Kids | K.NJ

Chapter 17

Happy New Years!!

"Eomma, calm down. Stop crying", Jimin said for the umpteenth time.

"Sorry for crying", I said while whipping my tears away. There was an awkward pause until a knock at the door interrupted.

"I'll get it", I said shakingly; getting up. I swung the door open and saw Namjoon standing there soaking wet.

"Come inside", I said grabbing his hand bringing him inside.

"I'd like you to tell me that more often", he said smirking. My cheeks turned a dark red.

"A-Ah~ Oppa, let me get your jacket", I said while taking his jacket off him.

"What are you trying to do So-Sang", he said while pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

"What do you mean", I asked hanging his jacket up on the rack.

"Undressing me and telling me to come inside, you're a lot more sexual than you let on", he said jokingly.

"Eh...I guess you could say that. People always said "It's the quiet ones", I confessed. His eyes widened slightly and he scratched his cheek.

"I didn't expect you to be so honest", he chuckled.

"APPA"! Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok yelled hugging him. It didn't last very long, only for a second or two.

"Why is it always raining", Yoongi muttered detaching himself from his father.

"Seokjin did you win your match", he asked smiling down at him. He looked down embarrassed but recovered smiling his signature smile.

"Well...not the right way, but I still won", he confessed. By the look of confusion on Namjoon's face, I could tell he didn't understand.

"What do you mean by that", he asked laughing slightly.

"I got-", "he got hit in the dick", Yoongi interrupted. I covered me both in an attempt to not giggle and yell at him at the same time.

"Eh, wh-where did you learn that language", Namjoon asked nervously.

"You say it a lot over the phone and call your friends it", he started sweating nervously.

"Yeah but um...don't say that word right So-Sang", he said looking at me for support.

"H-He's right that word isn't exactly... appropriate", I told him trying to break a habit before it's a habit.

"Alright. Hey what about the other words you say", he asked like a lightbulb had gone off in his brain.

"Shut up Yoongi", he shushed him putting a finger over his mouth.

"Namjoon why must you curse so much", I said disapprovingly.

"Sometimes it just comes out, and I have a filthy ass...damn my bad I have a filthy mouth", he said. He can't even get through a sentence without cursing.

"That's a challenge for today", I said grabbing his attention. "Go for a day without cursing", his eyes widen.

"So-Sang that's gonna be too hard", he begged me to change it to a few hours.

"I thought you were smart Namjoon, a challenge is something that's difficult so you push your ability to get to that goal", I said trying to reason with him.

"Yeah Appa cursing that much will become a habit", Seokjin added out of nowhere with a hint of sternness in his voice. I had forgotten they were standing here.

"It's already a habit, but I'll try", he grumbled coming to a defeat. "Now run along I need to talk to So-Sang in private", he shooed them away, and they did as he said going back to the living room. He grabbed my wrist dragging me to my room.

"Na-Namjoon what are you planning", I asked as he closed the door behind us.

"I'm holding my part, but you gotta persuade me somehow", he uttered low enough for me to hear him. I knew exactly what he was talking about, feeling my cheeks burn but why would I ruin the fun. For once I could finally tease him.

"Do you want me to cook you your favorite dish", I asked seductively. I pushed my arms up making my chest seem bigger than it was.

"You know exactly what I want", he growled walking to me. The closer he came to me I started backing up until I fell on the bed. His hands pinned me to the bed to where all I could do was wiggle.

"Maybe I do, Maybe I don't. Let's find out if I'm right", I said boldly. My eyes widen at my courage. His eyes widen as well, be probably didn't expect that, but he responded rather quickly. His lips intertwined with mine, sending flames all over my body.