Him | A Kim Namjoon Fanfiction | COMPLETED

Fifteen

We finally finished moving my stuff into Namjoons apartment, and Jungkooks into my old one. Despite our protests, he had insisted that he wanted to, so we had some space to ourselves, but also because he didnt want to have to listen to us 'banging eachothers brains out' every night. Personally, I didnt have a clue what he meant, I had thought we were always quite quiet, but Namjoon seemed to agree with Jungkook, so maybe not...

"I cant believe youre really going, Kookie." Namjoon let out a fake sniffle.

"Shut up I'm only next door, you moron" Jungkook beamed, slapping Namjoons arms away as he leaped towards him for a bear hug. His attempts to stop Namjoon were, of course, useless. His big arms wrapped around Jungkooks body, his muscles popped out, suddenly way more defined, as he squeezed as hard as he possibly could, forcing all of the air out of Jungkooks lungs.

"I hate it when you do that" he grumbled, through spluttered coughs.

"Thats because youre not fun"

With that, Jungkook gave an exaggerated wave and left the apartment.

"Sooo.. what now?" I asked, looking up at Namjoon, innocently, as he gave me a small smirk.

"I have an idea." Less than a second later he grabbed the back of my thighs and whisked me off of my feet, so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and my ankles wrapped around each other behind him.

"I think I like the sound of this" I giggled into his ear as he carried me to our bedroom.

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We had stayed up most of the night together, talking, amongst other things, but mostly talking. It was now 2am and there was no sign of either of us sleeping anytime soon. It was nice when we did things like this. We both knew we'd regret it in the morning but we didnt care.

Our faces lay inches from each other, his hand rested on the curve of my waist and my leg hooked over his. We fit so perfectly together. There was no uncomfortable awkwardness of trying to figure out where was okay to touch each other or finding comfortable positions without pulling my hair out with his arm as I lay on it, or me kicking him in the nuts with my knee as he pulled my leg over him. We just.. worked. Everything about our relationship was so fluid and natural. It was easy.

I truly loved him.

"We have work tomorrow, babygirl" Namjoon whispered, his eyelids dropping over his eyes as he became more and more sleepy.

"Yeah I know, but I missed you today"

"We have been together literally all day, you silly goose" he chuckled.

"Mmmm okay. Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too"

I nuzzled my face into his chest, closing my eyes as I prepared to sleep. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, pounding away against his ribs, in complete sync with mine.

I had almost drifted off when we were disturbed by the most annoying sound imaginable when trying to sleep. My phone. I already knew who it was without looking at the screen.

"Who the shitting fuck is calling you at this ungodly hour" Namjoon groaned.

"Take a guess.." I said, sarcastically.

"Him?! Fuck it, give it here." He rolled over on top of me and grabbed my phone from my bedside table before I could protest. "Right, listen here, shit stick. Stop harrassing Mia. And stop disturbing my beauty sleep. Now fuck off." He aggressively hit the hang up button and dropped it onto the floor with a thud. "Sorted. Go to sleep."