Take My Hand | KNJ ONE-SHOTS & IMAGINES

Imagine Namjoon Sneaking into Your Bed

"Mmm..." You roll over, your bare skin coming into contact with cold sheets. You shiver slightly as a chill runs down your spine. You curl into a ball as you draw your comforter tighter around your body. You want to look at the time on your phone, but you can't will your eyes to open even a fraction of a centimeter.

You hear a quiet tapping at your window, then it opens. The sound is as faint as a whisper. He's here. You keep still, your eyes shut; even though you're grinning a mile wide inside.

Namjoon silently pads over to your bed. He slides in between your sheets and covers and curls up close to you. "Hey," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you.

You smile, leaning into him. His body heat seeps deep into your bones, slowly warming you. "Why'd you come?"

"You don't want to see me?" Namjoon's voice carries a teasing lilt. "Maybe I should take back the surprise I have for you..."

At this, your smile widens. "I told you, you don't have to buy me things, Joon. But what is it?" Your hands roam up and down his body, trying to feel for something.

Namjoon laughs and gently runs his fingers through your hair. "You won't find it." He kisses your forehead. "I hid it somewhere and you can only find it if you ki—"

You press your lips to his, over and over; peppering his mouth with tiny kisses.

"Mmm," Namjoon chuckles as he kisses you back. "Baby, Baby..." He moans against your mouth. He slips his shirt off and you hear it fall into a pile on the floor.

"Give it to me, Joonie," you murmur, tugging on his lower lip with your teeth. Namjoon shivers in response, pulling you into him with such a ferocity that you're left momentarily breathless. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His lips press against your neck and stay there; gently sucking and biting at the skin. "Can I have it yet?" Your voice comes out in a breathless gasp.

"Keep your eyes closed." Namjoon's lips leave your neck, and you feel him sit up straight. He takes your hand and gently presses his lips to the inside of your wrist. You hear a soft, musical tinkling as he fastens something around your wrist. "Now open them." You can hear the smile in his voice.

You open your eyes, and your gaze immediately falls on the charm bracelet on your wrist. "Namjoon..." You feel a smile creep across your face. "What's this for?"

"Don't you know what today is?" Namjoon chuckles. "It's been a year since we met. This year of sneaking into your room and spending every night together has made me realize something." He pauses, and your breath catches in your throat. "I'm in love with you."

"What?" The word leaves your mouth in a laugh. "You...?" Namjoon presses his lips to your jaw, and eventually they find their way to your mouth again. "I..." You pull away from the kiss in order to focus on the matter at hand.

Namjoon studies you, his gaze searching your face as you try to gather your thoughts. He reaches for your hand, taking it gently. He rubs his thumb in small circles against the skin in between your thumb and forefinger. "Take your time," he murmurs.

"What makes you say you love me?" You can't bring yourself to look at him. Instead you focus on his hands, gently squeezing his fingers. No boy has ever said those words to you. You wonder if Namjoon's just playing with you. Has he been doing that this whole time?

For a moment, Namjoon is silent. You feel a mirthless laugh start to bubble in your chest. "Remember when we met?" When he speaks, you're immediately sucked back into the memory.

It was the first party of the summer season. You honestly didn't want to go out that night, but your friends kept pestering you about it. You figured you'd pass the time with a few drinks. If I have to go to this party, I'm catching a buzz, you thought to yourself as you and your friends got ready. By the time you finished, you were dressed to kill. You know you said you didn't want to go out, but getting yourself all dolled up boosted your mood considerably. You shifted your posture and puckered your lips at your reflection in the mirror.