FIFTEEN

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by COPKOOK

by COPKOOK

Seokjin yawned as he walked out into his garden, putting his hat on his head as he wandered over to the hose. As he began to water his flowers, Namjoon poked his head over the fence. Seokjin jumped in surprise, and then sprayed him with the hose as punishment for surprising him.

"Hey! What was that for?" Namjoon exclaimed, now dripping went from the waist up. He climbed over the fence, carefully avoiding Seokjin's plants as he landed. "Now my shirt's all wet."

Seokjin shrugged, continuing to water his plants as though nothing had happened. Namjoon sighed and pulled his wet shirt off, which definitely got Seokjin's attention. Seokjin didn't bother to hide the fact he was checking Namjoon out as he stared at his chest.

"I should probably wet your pants too, if that's what you'll do..." Seokjin said and Namjoon chuckled as he stepped closer to him.

"Wait until we're inside for that, we don't want an audience..." Namjoon said as he lifted Seokjin's chin and kissed him. The hose slowly dropped in Seokjin's hand, completely missing the flowers, as he kissed back. A woman who was walking her dog quickly sped up as she noticed them, while her daughter paused to watch. The woman realised her daughter wasn't following her, and grabbed her hand, dragging her away from the sight.

"I need to water my plants." Seokjin said when they pulled away. "They'll die if I don't."

"I'm sure they'll be fine if you just postpone one of their waters..." Namjoon said and Seokjin allowed himself to be led away from the hose. Before he went inside, he quickly turned it off so he didn't waste water.

As soon as the door was shut, Namjoon had Seokjin pinned against the wall as he kissed him. Seokjin moaned as Namjoon kissed his neck, pressing his head back against the wall. Namjoon hastily began unbutton Seokjin's shirt, throwing it up on the floor as he led him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss once.

'Well, this morning escalated quickly.' Seokjin thought as he was pushed backwards on to the couch and Namjoon crawled on top of him. It wasn't that he minded or anything, but he certainly hadn't planned on making out with Namjoon on the couch when he'd woken up this morning.

"I was going to invite you over for tea. I made biscuits last night." Seokjin said in between kisses, tangling his fingers in Namjoon's hair.

"Maybe as a second course." Namjoon responded, making Seokjin chuckle. Namjoon smiled at Seokjin, staring at him for a few seconds before kissing him a bit more gently on the lips. "You're really beautiful."

"I know." Seokjin smiled. "But don't worry, I'd only date someone who I thought was worthy of me."

"That makes me feel a little better.. But you really are beautiful."

"Yeah, I know. I was being serious." Namjoon chuckled, his dimples showing, before he kissed Seokjin again. "I think, if we had kids, they'd be cute babies."

"MPREG is only possible in stories and movies though." Namjoon said as he sat up slightly. Seokjin did as well, slowly unbuttoning Namjoon's shirt.

"Yeah, but if it was possible, I think we'd make cute babies." He said and Namjoon smiled and shook his head.

"Any baby you had would be cute, but it'd be nice to know that I'm the other father." Seokjin pulled Namjoon's shirt off and moved closer so he was straddling him on the couch.

"I'd be kind of confused if it was someone else." He said before kissing Namjoon. Namjoon placed his hands on Seokjin's hips, his thumbs rubbing the soft skin. Seokjin ran his fingers through Namjoon's hair, biting down on his bottom lip.

"I think we should have tea and biscuits for the first course, and this for second. I haven't had breakfast yet." Namjoon said, stopping it before it escalated further.

"That's probably a good idea." Seokjin said as he hopped off Namjoon. The pair got up and Seokjin went off to go make tea, Namjoon close behind.

As Seokjin waited for the kettle to boil, Namjoon came up behind and kissed his neck. He wrapped his arms around Seokjin's bare waist and the pair stood there in silence.

"You should come live here, it'd be easier and cheaper." Seokjin said, breaking the silence. Namjoon made a noise in response, his lips resting against Seokjin's shoulder. "My house is better than yours, which is why you should come here and not the other way round."

"Do you want me to sell my house?" Namjoon asked and Seokjin nodded. The kettle dinged but neither made an effort to move.

"It'd be cheaper, but if you don't want to..." Namjoon shook his head.

"I have no particular attachment to the house, I can sell it." Seokjin leant backwards against Namjoon, sighing softly.

"And I just want to say for future reference, if you do anything to get in my bad books, I will make you regret it." Namjoon chuckled, his breath hitting Seokjin's neck.

"I'll try not to. I promise I won't do anything intentionally."

"Good." Seokjin then pulled away to pour the water in the cups before it got too much cooler. Once the tea was made, Seokjin put the cups and the biscuits on the table, and the pair spent the rest of the morning drinking tea and feeding each other biscuits.