Stella scrolled through various fanfictions on her phone, which by the way, were all horrible. She just wished she could actually be with Namjoon instead of her eyes moving on a screen to read misspelled and improperly grammatical words.
The poor girl was currently sitting down on her couch and listening to Moonchild with her volume raised up, but not quite maxed out, so she didn't notice the footsteps approaching behind her.
A pair of arms wrapped around her waist as a nose gently nuzzled into her neck. She let out a yelp and nearly dropped her phone as she quickly took out her earbuds to confront the person who had embraced her. Upon realizing who it was, she relaxed against them.
"Hey, God of Destruction," she spoke.
"Hello, Goddess of Destruction~" Namjoon teased back, hugging her a bit tighter. "You're reading those awful stories written by thirsty 'authors' again, huh?"
Stella nodded, "It'll never be as good as being with you, but it's something.. speaking of which, why are you here? Don't you have to be at your dance rehearsal today?"
Namjoon shrugged, "The instructor told me that he didn't feel well, and Hobi wasn't available, so I was able to take a day off."
Stella just nodded once more as a response, looking back at the phone she held.
Namjoon changed the subject, "So.. would you like to read Harry Potter with me and maybe think of some song lyrics while we're at it?"
Before turning to face her idiot boyfriend, Stella smiled.
"I would love to, Mr. I Can't Cut Onions."
"Hey, you can't cut them either!"
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Hi i hope this saves you from your boredom even though it's shorter than jimin and i
