Flowers and Tattoos

Ch. 3

It was currently closing time and as the days went on, the nights got colder. It's been about two weeks since I've been talking to Namjoon. We text everyday and he comes in during his lunch break everyday. I get teased constantly by the boys because I haven't had this much interest in a guy for a pretty long time.

Namjoon is really sweet, surprisingly. I mean, yes he's sarcastic and can get rude, but with me he's different. I've seen him yell and cuss out someone before, honestly it's pretty scary. The guy refused to pay for a tattoo and Namjoon was understandably upset. I've also seen him get really annoyed and mean before too. A guy was being rude to me while I was planting flowers outside and Namjoon called him a bunch of names, which scared him off.

Talking to him everyday in person and through text, he's honestly really nice. He cracks stupid jokes and teases me a lot. He also has a big sweet tooth and is a big book worm. His IQ is really high and he's super smart. Namjoon is just different and honestly I like him a little more every day.

I had a few bags of groceries I grabbed from the market down the road and was walking past the show when Namjoon came out. Today he was in blue jeans, a lond sleeved shirt, and combat boots. He looked fine as hell locking up the shop so I couldn't help but stare. He looked up and his eyes met mine.

"Hey, Jimin." He greeted, grinning at me.

"Hi. How was your day?" I asked, attempting to make conversation.

"Oh, fine I guess. Some bitchy lady came in and told me she wanted a paw print tattoo on her shoulder. It was her first one and she kept getting mad at me because it hurt. Like of course it's gonna fucking hurt, a hundred needles are going into you!" Namjoon explained, throwing his hands up.

I laughed a little, "She sounds awful."

"She was." He replied, smiling a little. "Here, those must be heavy. Let me carry them for you." He took two of the four bags I had.

"You don't have to." I replied, lightly blushing when his hand brushed mine.

"I want to." He stated.

We walked to my place and made small talk. He told me a couple funny stories about his work and his life. I told him funny stories about my friends and some strange customers I have encountered. His laugh is really cute. It's kind of deep but when he giggles it gets a little higher in pitch. It's pleasing to my ears.

We got to my apartment and I unlocked the door. "Milo! I'm home!" I called out.

"Oh...You have a room mate?" Namjoon asked.

"Nope." I replied, setting the bags on the counter.

".....boyfriend?" He asked, his face looking a little sad.

"Nope! My son, Milo." I replied, grinning a little bit.

He raised and eyebrow and Milo came into the kitchen. I picked him up and nuzzled my nose into his neck.

"I thought it was a real child." Namjoon said, laughing lightly at himself.

"I treat him like he's a real child, he's my child. Aren't you, baby?" I said, kissing Milo's head and setting him down.

Namjoon sat at the small table I had and played with Milo. It was cute because he would play keep away and Milo would nudge him with his head. Soon enough, Namjoon was sitting on the floor and Milo was climbing all over him. I snuck a picture or three and put out Milo's cat food. Upon hearing the can open, he was sitting and waiting for me to put it in his bowl. I filled his water and food bowl then washed my hands.

"Your cat is adorable." Namjoon said, grinning at Milo.

"Thank you. I got him when he was a kitten and raised him until now. He's a trouble maker but he's my trouble maker." I replied, Namjoon just grinned. "Say uh, do you want to stay for dinner? I ordered pizza and I can't really eat it all at once, I usually end up throwing it away."