It Takes Two (Kim Namjoon)

Kissed

cute lil pic of joonie that this is shamelessly based on

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It was our third date.

Today, Namjoon had decided to take me to an older part of the city, where everything was old but some how vibrantly alive in the spring sun. It was still cold enough for a jacket, though, and as we walked down the deserted streets, Namjoon's hand found its way to mine, sending warmth thrumming throughout my body.

"Let's take a picture here," he said suddenly, pulling me towards a carousel.

"Shouldn't we maybe ride it first?"

He gave me a funny look. "You want to ride it? You, the most practical human being I know?"

I giggled despite myself and squeezed his hand. "I can be fun! Come on."

He shrugged and nodded. We paid for the ride and hopped on, the only couple above ten years old on the ride. I almost immediately went for the bench so that I could watch others, but remembering what Namjoon had said, I searched until I found the wildest looking horse I could find.

"Are you satisfied?" I turned and saw him stop behind me.

I nodded. "I'm getting on this one."

The only problem, however, was that I was extremely short and the horse had stopped at its peak position. I threw my leg as high as it could go, which was fortunately very high. Now all I had to do was somehow push myself with one leg and gain enough momentum to carry my weight up. I thought about it a few seconds, considering the easiest way to do it and minimize the embarrassment.

"Oh, here," Namjoon said from behind me, and grabbed my waist to push me up.

I screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping you from looking too ridiculous."

"I didn't look so terrible."

"You mean to say you wanted to look that awkward on a date?"

I blushed. "My leg was funky, but it wasn't so bad."

That earned a smile from him. "I didn't know you were so flexible."

The response fell from my lips too easily for me to stop it. "That's because I save the flexibility for the bedroom."

It was his turn to blush. My blush burned more, especially because I knew I was a virgin. From the look on his face, he acted like it, too, though I couldn't be sure. It was way too soon to talk about it.

He cleared his throat. "Um..."

"You don't have to respond to that," I interrupted. "Clearly, you shouldn't have been worried about what my legs were doing when my brain can make things awkward enough all by itself."

My ears were met with a pleasant laugh, and luckily the ride started before I could commit any more blunders.

After the ride ended, we stopped in front of the merry-go-round before taking off.

"Picture time," Namjoon crowed, towing me over to the perfect spot so he could take a selca. He tucked me under his arm and started snapping away, moving so he could change facial expressions and, eventually, put both arms over me and emphasize our height difference.

"Ugh, I would've worn heels had I known this was going to be a photoshoot."

"Why? I like you at your natural height."

I snorted as obnoxiously as I could. "I don't even fit in the picture unless you tilt the phone at a crazy angle."

"So? You're better this way."