Seokjin POV
I look over at my friends, feeling extremely jealous. They all sit or stand there, kissing their boyfriends. Namjoon hasn't kissed me yet, and we've been dating for 6 months.
"Hey, baby." Namjoon wraps his arms around me. "Sorry I'm late, I was in the studio working."
"It's fine." I mumble, still a bit sad.
"What's gotten you so unhappy, hmm?" He asks.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I move out of his arms and walk into my bedroom. I stare at the ceiling, thinking.
'Why doesn't he want to kiss me? Am I too ugly? Would kissing me disgust him?'
"Seokjin, doll what's wrong?" Joon asks.
"Nothing, Namjoon." I sigh, turning away from him.
"Seokjin, don't push me away." He crosses his arms. "Tell me what the hell is wrong."
"Why don't you wanna kiss me?" I sniffle.
"W-What?" He asks, his arms falling to his sides.
"You heard me! Why don't you wanna kiss me, Namjoonie?! A-Am I too ugly? Is the thought of kissing me just disgusting?!" I start to cry.
He just stares at me for a moment, before wrapping his arms around my body, and pulling me in for a hug. "Baby, that's not why I haven't kissed you."
"Th-Then why haven't you?!" I sob.
"I wanted to make sure that you were ready, sweetheart." He strokes my hair. "I didn't want to make you feel pressured."
"R-Really? It's not cause I'm ugly?" I sniffle.
"Darling, you are not ugly!" He exclaims. "You're beautiful."
"Joonie?" I lift my head up to look at him. "Will....Will you kiss me?"
"Baby.....are you sure?" He asks. "You're really ready?"
I nod quickly, lifting my head from his neck. "Please? Please, Namjoon?"
He lifts his hand to gently caress my jaw. "I love you."
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I immediately kiss him back, I've been waiting for this for months now. He runs his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Everything is moving so fast, but I'm not complaining. I gently part my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in.
After a few minutes he pulls away from me, keeping our foreheads connected. I slowly open my eyes to look at him. His eyes are closed, a small smile on his perfect face.
"That was....." I trail off, too dazed to finish my sentence.
"Wow." He says. "Um.....I love you."
"I love you too." I smile. "Now kiss me again."
"Whatever you want, baby."
