𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 || knj ✔

4

"That was fast? What did you do, anyway?" You asked filled with curious, while chasing him from behind, right after he exited the shop with a huge smile on his face.

He didn't let you in with him, because it will just take a short time only. You somehow obeyed and decided to wait for him outside.

"Mhmmm, something. Not now but maybe later, okay?" He muttered, half whispering.

"What?" You couldn't catch the last sentence clearly.

He laughed and said it was nothing and led the way through his apartment.

The long walk was filled with laughter and tears because he keeps on spilling a bunch of puns and Dad jokes.

"Where do horses go when they get sick?" He stopped walking and look at me while waiting for answers.

"The vet?" You replied, feeling unsure.

"To the horse-pital" He hysterically laughed and ran full speed ahead, leaving you behind bewildered.

"Yah, That doesn't make any sense!
"

That was the moment when you and Namjoon start a mini chasing competition to his apartment.

"So, comedian Joon. This is where you live? This place is cleaner than I expected it to be. I'm proud." You giggled and wore the slippers that he gave. You examined his whole living room that's simple and yet still pleasing to the eyes.

"Interesting. Did I ruin your expectation?" He asked playfully.

"Kinda. Hey, Joon. Can I ask you something?" You turned to him that was sitting enthusiastically on the sofa, preparing items for the dress project.

"What is it, Y/n?" He then tilted his head and an adorable smile carved on his plump and pinkish lips, his eyes shine with excitement.

"What's it like to live alone? I've been thinking for a quite long to move out from my parent's house. I really hoped to buy a house near to the beach. Just imagine, being lucky enough to adore the sound of the wave and ocean, gazing the magnificent blue sky, touching the fine and silky sand every day, it's a dream come true, Namjoon. I've been trying my best to see the good in things, but being the only child in a dysfunctional family is tougher than I thought-"

You were caught off guard when your voice began to crack and tears swelling in your eyes, your legs felt like jelly and your breathing was abnormal than usual, heavy and hitched.

Just in time, a pair of muscular arms embraced your body gently, pulling you close and tight. He placed your head on his chest, patting it slowly until you can breathe normally. He then guided your delicate body to the sofa and placed you gently without breaking the hug.

His embrace was warm and cozy. It makes you feel like home where you really belong. How you wished the time could stop, for you to treasure this moment and feelings a little bit longer because you're afraid that this only happens for once in a lifetime.

"It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger. Just let it all out, Y/n. I'm here for you and always will be." His euphonious voice calmed your heart just like a lullaby.

You could feel how gentle and loving his caresses are, just like how his palms soothe the back of your head. Every touch felt meaningful and every reassuring words can calm your weary heart but the feeling doesn't last long when you sniffed something sweet-scented all over him.

"Your armpits smell good, what brand did you use for deodorant?" You asked out of the blue.

His body froze the moment you asked, he quickly pulled himself away and managed to keep a straight face.

"L-let's start doing the project, so that you can get home early." He stuttered.

You burst out laughing while holding your stomach. His expression was priceless, regretting that you didn't think about recording his face earlier.

A quarter past eight, you and Namjoon had done the sketches for the dress, thanks for his big brain, the dress might come out well and stunning.

You agreed with him to begin cutting and sewing tomorrow because it will be weekend by the day, and there will be plenty of times to redesign it. He insisted to walk you back home even though your house was not that far from his.