Waste it on Me (Kim Namjoon X reader)

Chapter 28

It's been a week since Namjoon showed you the apartment. You haven't given him an answer yet. There were a lot of anxieties revolving the situations. The obvious being living together, permanently, and the next would be having to leave Yuqi. Ever since high school, you two were making plans about living together in the big city while achieving both our dreams, but now you'll be leaving her behind. The guilt consumed you and it only grew the day she came back to the apartment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine, why?" you asked, looking at her obliviously. Needless to say, she was not having it.

"Because you're eating the soup with a fork." she pointed out. The fork clattered down on the table, making a mess.

"Oh, sorry. I'll clean that up." you said, going to grab the tissue out of the box beside you. She held your hand in place.

"What's wrong? You've been spacing out for the whole dinner. Does dinner not taste good?" She retreated back into her small figure.

"We've been through this. That's impossible." You waved your hands around in denial. "I do have something to tell you though."

"Okay." she nodded, waiting for you to continue.

"Namjoon asked me to move in with him."

"With him and the other boys?" she asked, eyes widened. She was also trying to hide in your laughter.

"No, no, he bought an apartment for the two of us." you admitted shyly. Her face morphed into an expression like someone seeing a baby smiling for the first time, and that person just happens to love babies.

"Oh my god, why are you still here then?" she asked loudly. Both hands clutching against her heart. It definitely took you by surprise.

"You're, you're okay with it?" you asked.

"Of course I am. I'm so happy for you. It is a little soon but I know he's a good guy, he'll take care of you. And you act as if you're getting married and moving to another country." You took a good look at her, she still had her golden curls, small flyaways, little rosy cheeks. But she was no longer a child, no longer defenseless like you remember her. Maybe she doesn't need you as much as she used to. It's time for the two of you to slowly let go. The rest of dinner was spent telling her about the new place and how you might decorate it. Yuqi said she might make your room into a crafts room, with a lot of paddings and a good fire extinguishing system.

After dinner, she urged you to go meet with Namjoon to tell him in person. You decided to just surprise him and headed over to their apartment. Many thoughts were running through your head as your hand hovered inches away from the door. There will be fights, there will be yelling, there will be days when you don't want to see him, but at the same time, it's him. And if it's him, it'll be worth it.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong, love?" he asked as he opened up the door. His shirt hang loosely on his body, gradually falling off his shoulder.

"Um," you began, losing all of your thoughts at his beauty. There's something so inviting about his handsomeness. It's the type that's not common, it's mature, strong, engaging.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked, there was a hint of a grin.

"Actually, can we go for a walk?" you asked. He nodded, running to his room to bundle up and then returning to you, looking like a giant teddy bear. You hugged him immediately, taking in his scent. He took you to the nearby park. The sky was clear, the moon in the shape of a toenail, but its light transcended down the sidewalk. You watched as both your shadows slowly morphing into one as he pulled you closer. He sat down on the bench first and pulled you on his lap.

"The seat is cold, I don't want your butt to freeze." Namjoon said, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

"Sure." you scoffed.

"Everything is okay, right?" he asked.

"I thought about the apartment."

"Okay."

"Namjoon, I've never had a real home before. Even when I lived with Yuqi, no matter how well they treated me, I was the black swan. I looked nothing like them, obviously. It was clear that it was a world I would never be a part of. In my apartment now, I felt more comfortable, but something was still missing. Someone that loves me and only me, in romantic way of course. Seeing that apartment with you, I've never felt so complete in my life."

"So is that a yes?" he asked.

"It's a hell yeah."

***

When he broke the news to the guys, they all cried. It was as if one of them has died or something. Namjoon claimed the even held a small funeral for him in the bathroom, flushing away his nametag from the fridge. They later surprised him by making you two matching ones for your new fridge. You guys haven't gotten a fridge yet, so for now, the name tag hangs on the wall of the kitchen.

Right now, you two were painting the living room. There was a wall by the windows that overlooked the city that would be a waste with just single color paint. Considering that neither of you are especially good at painting, it was a long process. You both had an image in mind, a faceless boy with a white cap, a black moon behind him. Forever Rain, Namjoon would call it. Jungkook sent over a rough draft of what he imagine it to be and you guys were following the lines. After drawing the outline, he had given up and went to paint the kitchen.

You could hear some paint being splattered on the walls. But then it was quiet, continued by some rustling in some boxes. "Treasure, could you please come here for a second?" you heard him asking. He was standing by the frame of the kitchen. You walked over to him, expecting there to be a big mess but everything was still intact, to your surprise.

"What?" you asked, looking up at him. He had a big smile and one finger pointed upwards. You followed the finger and blushed. A mistletoe. He had spent the whole time trying to hang it up. You covered your face quickly and tried to run away.

"Hey, hey. You can't do that. You know the rules." he grinned. A hand slithered around your waist, yanking you towards him. He gently removed your hands from your face and leaned in. He looked into your eyes and occasionally stealing glances at your lips while biting his. The sight drove you crazy.

"Just kiss me already." you begged.

"No need to tell me twice." He finally pressed his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, inviting you in for more. He leaned down, bending you backwards. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support. You broke the kiss, feeling breathless and dizzy. Namjoon laughed and kissed your forehead before going back to painting. Throughout the night, he would, not very discreetly, tries to get you to get back under the mistletoe and if that didn't work, he would move it to wherever you were. It was a cute gesture, and a heartwarming thought, knowing someone loves you this much.