One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 28

~Seokjin's POV~

The next morning whenever I woke up, I found myself in Namjoon's arms, laying half on his chest and cuddling up next to him with my head resting on his shoulder, my legs tangled with his. I blushed whenever I saw that he was awake as well, and on his phone. Namjoon looked down at me whenever he felt me move, and smiled. "Good morning babe. Sleep well? Cause I did." He said with a teasing tone.

I hissed at him and quickly moved away from him, and pointed at the door. "G-Get out, you pervert!" I whined, and he chuckled.

"Okay." He said simply and sat up. He leaned over and quickly pecked my lips, before he got off the bed and left me in shock at both his kiss and his nice backside. He turned to look at me whenever he was at the door. "I'll drive you to class, by the way. Oh, and I can see everything. Your nipples sure are perky in the morning." He said and my jaw dropped before I pulled the covers over me and my 'perky nipples'. He smirked at my reaction and continued with, "It's eight. You've got about fourty five minutes to get ready, babe." He said, before he finally left.

I sat there in disbelief for a few more seconds, before I huffed in annoyance and went to take the shower that I didn't get to last night. Halfway through my shower I swear I heard the door open, but whenever I looked, it was closed. I grumbled quietly, not putting it past Namjoon to peep on me and taking a mental note to always remember to lock the door. I stepped out of the shower a few minutes later and got dressed before I left the bathroom.

(A/N: Small gift to show his outfit...minus the glasses.)

I went to my room to grab my bag and brought it to the kitchen, where Namjoom stood in front of the microwave with an egg in his hand. I watched him quietly as he seemed to be decided whether or not he wanted to cook the egg in the microwave.

I cleared my throat, making him jump and almost drop the egg. I rose an eyebrow at him and approached, taking the egg from him. "Don't touch the eggs if you don't know how to cook one." I said, and got out some more eggs and a pan. "Go sit down."

He obediently went and sat at the table while I cooked some quick eggs and toast for us. I observed him quietly as I ate, seeing every clumsy move he made. He almost spilled his water twice, dropped his spoon twice and spilled it's contents twice as many times, and stained his shirt with ketchup that apparently tastes good with eggs. I tried not to snicker as he went to change shirts, and whenever he came back I said, "I see why you need me now. You're as helpless as a three year old."

He gave me a look that told me he was annoyed at my words, but he didn't deny it. I didn't even try to hold in my snicker this time. "How have I never seen this clumsiness before?" I asked, and he frowned.

"Because I'm extra careful in public. But I suppose the sooner you see it, the less I'll have to hide from you." He said, and I hummed.

"What else are you bad at?"

"I break a lot of stuff on accident."

"Stay out of my room."

"Why?"

"Because I like my stuff."

"Okay..." He mumbled, and I smirked before I stood up and took his empty plate. I rinsed them both off in the sink and left them to properly clean later, before I went over to him.

"Come on. We have fifteen minutes and we're going to two different places." I said, and Namjoon smiled.

"Alright. By the way, Yoongi hyung plans to do the interview with you at four today. He told me to tell you and that if you can't change your schedule to match his, then you're not fit to intern at Min Corp." He said, as we walked out to his car.