One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 12

~Seokjin's POV~

Whenever we arrived at Namjoon's apartment, he carried me up (since I wouldn't get out of the car) and whenever we got inside, he set me down on his couch. He sat down next to me, and I gave him a grumpy stare whenever he draped his arms over my shoulders.

"Want to watch a movie?" He asked, and I grunted. Whenever I didn't give a proper response, he said, "I'll take that as a yes." He reached for the remote and offered it to me, but I ignored it and stared impatiently at the blank TV screen. "Okay then..." He mumbled. "What's with the attitude change? You're the one that wanted me to take you home with me."

"I would be so much happier if I was drunk." I grumbled, and he sighed.

"You want to get drunk? Fine. I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen. Help yourself. I'm going to watch a movie with or without you." He grumbled back, and I hummed and went to his kitchen. I found an expensive bottle of wine in his fridge, and I went through all his cabinets looking for a glass. I found two wine glasses eventually, and returned to the living room with the wine and the glasses. I found Namjoon laying on his side on the couch, his head propped up and long legs stretched out. I sat down on the floor between him and the coffee table and poured some of the wine in my glass. I glanced back at him and indicated the extra wine glass. "Do you want some?"

He glanced over at me, before giving a slight nod. "One glass can't hurt." He said, and I hummed as I poured him some wine too. I gave him the glass, before picking up mine and drinking some of the wine.

"That tastes really good." I mumbled, before my eyes landed on the TV. He hummed in agreement as he sipped his own wine.

"Yoongi hyung gave it to me. He said it wasn't old enough for his tastes and that by the time it was old enough, he'd be dead. This wine was about fifty years old when he gave it to me."

"Yoongi is ridiculous." I said, and he gave a slight nod.

We both began to sip our wine, quiet except for the movie playing. I drank a good three glasses of it, before I began to feel a bit tipsy. I placed my glass on the coffee table and crawled up onto the couch with Namjoon. I laid down on my side, pressing my back against his front. I laid my head down on his upper arm, and he wrapped his other arm around me. I turned my head to look back at him, and his eyes met mine. I gave him a small smile, rolling over onto my back and nuzzling my face into his chest.

"You smell good." I mumbled, rolling all the way over onto my side, facing him. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms around him and moving closer. My hand ran up his back and I felt his muscles, running my hand over his bicep before my hand went back down. My hand ran over his ass, and I smirked against his collarbone whenever I felt it. I slipped my hand inside his pants, and he grunted in surprise whenever I groped his ass. He looked down at me, and I smiled innocently at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, as I slipped my hand out of his pants. I rested my hand on his hip and looked up at him.

"You're actually really cute.." I mumbled, and I crawled on top of him, forcing him to lay on his back. I straddled him, leaning down over him and staring down into his eyes. I ran my fingers along his jawline, and smirked at him. He eyed me, before leaning back with a small smirk too.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and I licked my lips.

"Trying to get you in the mood." I replied, and he hummed.

"I see that."

"Is it working?" I asked, and he stared me down, before giving a slight nod.

"But hyung, if we do this, then...you can't tell me you regret it later. This is the second time you've come onto me. If you tell me this was a mistake in the morning, then..." He frowned, and I smiled.