Love is Not Over (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 14

You laid on the couch with a book in your hands, one that Namjoon recommended. He tended to write little notes on the pages, reading them made you giggle, he's a dork. He also drew little trees on blank pages. Speaking of him, he texted you during his break saying he misses you. You smiled widely and glanced over at the EXO shrine Namjoon had set up again. Most of the boys were in the military now. But you'll wait for them as long as it takes.

It's been a few weeks of you just resting and taking things slow. The bruises went away and your ribs healed. Jisoo made sure that you stayed home and not show up at school. As for cleaning and cooking, Namjoon took the liberty to come over and bring you food. You never allowed him to cook because he would literally burn everything down. But overall, he's been respectful. He still tells you that he loves you but respects your space and doesn't touch you unless you want it. Slowly, it's been back to normal. Well as normal as normal can be.

As for your feelings for Namjoon, you're not exactly sure. You love seeing him, he made you happy and you don't want him far away. But you were too scared to admit that, because that would put you in a vulnerable position. It does feel unfair to keep stringing him along. He tells you to not feel bad about anything because you're not doing anything wrong and you still give him much attention and love in your own way.

Woo Joo had been tried and sent to jail for a few years. The police came to question you, and Namjoon stayed by your side the entire time. Recounting those memories made you realize how stupid you were, you had the power to escape anytime but you didn't. Namjoon reassured you that you did everything you could to survive.

You fell asleep while reading the book, it was about 2 in the afternoon. In your dreams, you were back on the floor, a faceless figure hovering over you. At first, it was Woo Joo, but then it morphed into your father. That made you cry. Tears streaming down your cheeks. Your body was shaken awake. When you opened your eyes, you were met with an angel.

"Treasure, are you alright?" he asked. When you nodded, he kissed your forehead. The clock read 4.

"What are you doing here? You should still be at work." you said, wiping your tears away and sitting up.

"You didn't' answer my call and I got worried. So I asked to leave a bit early and they were fine with it. Sorry, I might have overreacted and you might feel like I'm too protective and you might feel uncomfortable with it-" You pulled him closer and kissed him. His eyes widened. It was the first time you had kissed him first, and he's loving every second of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your arms cupping his cheeks. You felt his smile during the kiss.

"I love you but shut up." you told him after pulling back. If he was smiling before, now he was beaming. His eyes were also watering.

"Oh my gosh, hearing you say that made my heart stopped. I love you, I love you, I love you." he said, leaning his head on your shoulder. He felt so relieved.

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

"No, no, no, no. Please don't ever apologize for that. I would have waited for you forever if I had to. I'm just happy you allowed me to stay by your side the whole time."

"I don't think I can fully give myself to you just yet but I want to try." you said quietly.

"I understand. We will start over and I will make you fall in love with me, again."

"You're doing a great job already, dimple boy." you said, poking his cute dimple. You glanced behind him, noticing the bags. "What are those?"

"Okay, I know there's a rule of me not cooking but I really want to cook for you and tonight is such a special night. May I break this rule?" he pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, Joonie. You may."

"Yay!" He kissed your cheek and ran into the kitchen. You sat at the kitchen table as you watched him move diligently back and forth. He was doing surprisingly better than you thought. He said that he had been looking at this recipe for a few days now. The place was starting to smell good, it was like a real home now that he's here. After he was done cooking, he set the table, he didn't let you do it. "May I present to you, oxtail soup." he declared.

"It looks so good. I can't wait to eat this." you picked up you spoon but he took it out of your hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to feed you." he answered candidly.

"What? I can use my arms just fine." you argued.

"Nope, I will feed the love of my life." he answered.

"That's so dramatic. You could just say girlfriend, sweetie."

"Wait, you're my girlfriend now?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Uh, yes? Is that not right?"

"No, no. I just didn't want to put a label because I thought you might be uncomfortable."

"I see. Well I think it's alright. We say 'I love you' to each other now so it's natural for us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

"Alright. Just please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable."

"Stop worrying and let's eat. I'm hungry." For the most part, it was a success with him feeding you. You couldn't be happier. After dinner, you both settled on watching a movie. Namjoon purposely picked out a scary movie in hopes that you would cuddle up to him. He's silly, you would have done that either way. Your head fit perfectly between his chest and his shoulder. It was just like all those years ago. This was where you belong.

"Have I told you that I love you?" he asked.

"Only a million times." you answered sarcastically.

"I can't help it. What I feel for you can't be put into words, it's such an ethereal feeling. I feel out for this world. You got the best of my, my treasure." The movie ended and he lingered around on the couch. You tilted your head as you leaned on the wall leading to the hallway.

"Would you like to stay over?" you asked quietly. He turned his head quickly to look at you.

"Are you sure? I can just leave." he said, pointing lazily at the door.

"Shut up and come here." you said and turned to walk to your room. Every trace of Woo Joo was gone. You even repainted the room. You got in bed first and Namjoon joined you. He held your head to his chest. There was a silent agreement that you two would be talking openly about everything. Namjoon started first.