I walk through campus, glaring at anyone that attempts to talk to me. Everyone immediately backs off, intimidated by my cold stare and multiple tattoos. I never smile around these people. I only smile when I'm around a certain person.
"Namjoon-oppa!" I girl walks up to me. I cross my arms, and glare at her.
"Don't call me oppa, ever again. What do you want?" I ask.
"Why not?" She pouts. "So, do you want to get coffee sometime?"
"No." I scoff. I turn to walk away, but she grabs my arm.
"Oppa, why not?!" She whines. Only one person can call me oppa, and it's definitely not her.
"Because I said no. Now leave me the hell alone!" I shout. Everyone flinches at my aggressive tone. I'm known as the college bad boy, and jerk. No one gets in my way, unless they want to end up in the hospital.
I quickly walk off campus, and down the street to my house, that I share with my boyfriend. As soon as I open the door, he rushes into my arms.
"I missed you." Seokjin mumbles into my chest. I finally allow myself to relax, and smile.
"I missed you more, baby." I sigh.
"Oh! Look what I did today! I think it looks pretty good, but I've been waiting for you to come home so I could get your opinion!" He pulls me upstairs, and into his studio. Seokjin is an artist. He loves to paint, and he's created the designs for most of my tattoos as well.
"Hoseok wanted me to draw a picture of him, so he could hang it up. It isn't finished yet, but does it look good so far?" He looks up at me with an adorable pout.
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"All of your artwork is beautiful, love." I chuckle. "Not as beautiful as you, though. You're the best looking piece of art in this room."
"You're such a sap." He giggles. I wrap my arms around his waist, and smile down at him.
"Only for you, darling." I say. His arms wrap around my neck, as he smiles.
"I love you, Namjoonie. A lot." He pecks my lips.
"I think I love you more." I grin. I lift him up into my arms, and carry him into our bedroom to lie down.
"What are you doing?" He grins as I crawl on top of him. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, and smile against his skin when his arms wrap around me.
"Cuddling you." I mumble. "School is stressful. Your cuddles are the only cure to my stress."
"You're such a softie." He giggles. "A big baby. But you're my big baby."
"I'm only like this around you." I chuckle. "You should see me at school. I'm not the same person there. Some girl called me oppa today. It took all of my willpower not to shove her and walk away."
"She called you oppa?" He pouts. "Only I can call you that. You're my oppa."
"I'm all yours, sweetheart." I press my lips to his neck.
"I love you, Joonie." He says.
"I love you too, Jinnie." I lift my head, and connect our lips.
