BTS Imagines

Namjoon ~ Domestic

"You are the fulfillment to all my wishes.." Namjoon sang a melody and playing with keys and notes. "No, that doesn't sound right."

He repeats it again, changing the words multiple time but shakes his head immediately in discontent. A smile paints your lips while you watch him. You just enjoy watching him working.

You know that you should keep quiet when he's working and most of the time you are. You understand that he needs his space just as you need yours, but right now, you're strongly contemplating on distracting him. Namjoon and you has been dating for 3 years and started to live together last year. It wasn't that big of a decision for the two of you because you both know that you can't be away from each other any longer. The decision was made instantaneously and the next week after that, you've moved in together in one unit.

It was that easy.

They say when you find the right person, everything would fall into piece. There wasn't much to argue about. No hard choices. You understood each other with one just look as if your minds are connected.

When you met Namjoon, you didn't expect him to be the one but you felt it. It wasn't love at first sight like how they find love in the movies. For you and Namjoon, it was a process. A process of understanding each other. You met a person that you can trust with everything. Your bestfriend and your lover.

When you find the right one, you don't get butterflies or get nervous when your gazes meet or get sparks whenever you kiss. None of that.

When you found Namjoon, you felt safe. You felt sexy wearing pajamas that you wore the previous night. You felt comfortable peeing while he brushed his teeth. You didn't mind that he's clumsy and he wasn't bothered whether you put the milk first before the cereals. When you find the right one, kissing with morning breaths is just as sweet as a goodnight kiss.

You'll feel like a changed person but better than your previous self. You'll feel appreciated everyday. You'll be at peace. You don't have to worry about being yourself because they've accepted who you are.

You walked up to Namjoon with a bottle of juice. He was seated in his studio, infront of his keyboard, his fingers hovering over the keys and coming down each one to create the melodies that you have been listening to all afternoon. It was your day off and so, you didn't have that much to do.

You sat yourself gently on his lap, placing your legs across his. He didn't even say a word as you did. He had concentration painted all over his features. His lips are slightly agape as his fingers continue to run over his keyboard while your arms are wrapped around his neck. "Baby."

"Mm?" He hummed without lifting his eyes from the screen.

"I brought you juice." You spoke in his ear and he nodded his head.

"Thank you, baby." Namjoon responds, scratching his head before leaning forward a little with you on his lap. His hand fell on your lap for a moment before bringing back up, clicking on the mouse.

You kissed his cheek, "Get some rest. You've been here the whole morning and afternoon." You told him but the truth was, you really just wanted his attention since he hasn't given you any today and you'll be heading out soon.

You kissed him again, this time on his temple as your hand card through his hair. He loves it when your fingers massage his scalp. It helps him relax. "Namjoon, I'll be out with my friends tonight. I might come home late."

"Mhm." He finally peels his eyes off the screen of his computer, your constant and only rival for his attention. Namjoon gives you a smile. "That's okay. It's your day off. Don't worry about going home. Just enjoy your time later."