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〈soft mornings; knj〉

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: pure fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2K

summary: namjoon was going to work at his studio all day, but knowing you had a free day made him change his mind.

‘Joon, wanna have lunch together around 1? I can go by your studio’

The simple message brought a huge smile to his face. It was only 10 am and he guessed you were had just woken up as he left the house around 9 and you were still sound asleep, so the thought of you thinking of making plans to see him so soon after you woke up had him feeling all giddy inside.

It’s been well over a year since you started dating but he still felt excited and tingly inside when you messaged him first, that only goes to show how incredibly whipped he is for you. Recently you had started to spend more time in his apartment, spending more nights with there than you did in your own, so much so that most of your friends thought you had moved in together- not that Namjoon minded the idea, he’d love for you to live with him, you practically already did.

He looked from your text to the computer screen in front of him where a new track he had been working on that week was waiting for him to continue it, but instead he saved the project and turned the computer off, right then and there deciding that today was going to be spent with you. Quickly he locked the door to his studio and walked to the parking lot to get into his car.

“You spent the night here?” Yoongi’s voice startled Namjoon as he opened the door to his car.

Namjoon turned to look at his hyung and shook his head with a smile. “I got here a while ago, but I decided to spend the day with y/n.”

Yoongi chuckled and shook his head, “Whipped.” He said teasingly before walking away.

Namjoon waved back before getting into his car and driving out of the building’s parking lot. Thankfully his house was only a twenty minute drive away from bighit because he just couldn’t wait to see you, he patted his back for getting a place so close to his work.

When he entered his house he did it silently, not wanting to make any noise in case you had fallen back asleep after sending him the message. He took off his shoes and walked towards his bedroom, where he supposed you would be fast asleep but a frown appeared on his face when he didn’t find you lying between the thick blankets on his bed.

He checked the bathroom, the living room, the guest room and even his home studio for any signals of you but to no avail; you were nowhere to be found. Maybe you had gone to your own apartment after he left that morning, not wanting to be at his place if he wasn’t there.

With a loud sigh and a small pout on his lips, he walked towards the kitchen. Now that he was home he might as well eat some breakfast before he went back to the studio. He grabbed a bowl and poured cereal in it, and as he went to open the fridge to get the milk he caught a glimpse of freshly dyed blonde hair coming from his patio.

“There you are.” He said to himself, walking towards the glass door, his bowl of cereal long forgotten on the counter.

He slid the door open and leaned against its frame, a fond smile appearing on his lips as he took in your state. You were sat down on a couch, your back facing him, a book in your hand and music playing through your headphones. You were only wearing one of his shirts from tour that he thought looked so cute on you and some hideous socks with monkeys and bananas he had laughed at the night before.

He couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed him as he watched you do something as simple as read. He was so in love that you could be doing anything and he still would find it the cutest thing in the entire world.

He walked towards you and tapped your shoulder a few times, making you jump and look up at him with wide eyes that softened once you saw it was just him.

“You scared the crap out of me.” You whine, closing your eyes tight and clutching your chest as you tried to slow your heart down.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He chuckled as he sat on the table in front of you, being careful not to bump into your cup of coffee.

Once your shock wore off, you tilted your head and looked at him with a frown, “I thought you’d be at the studio all day.”

He smiled and reached out to put a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear. “I was, but I missed you.” He shrugged.

You laughed. “What do you mean you missed me? You left less than three hours ago.”

He shrugged again and smiled, the sound of your laugh alone making him feel happy. He stood up and in a swift motion he picked you up and put you on his lap, him now sitting where you had been reading all morning.

“I thought you’d still be sleeping.” He mentioned as you put your book to the side so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“I woke up when you closed the door to your room and then I couldn’t fall back asleep so I made myself some breakfast and came out here to read the book you got me last week.” You explained, nodding towards the empty plate on the table and then towards the book he had gifted you. 

He looked at the book and then back at you, “What do you think of it so far?”

“I just started it this morning but I’m enjoying it a lot,” You smiled and added “but I’ll give you my full review when I finish it.” You tease, making him chuckle. “You always give me books that I end up liking, it’s like you have some hidden power to know what I enjoy reading.” You said, squinting at him and laughing.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I just know you very well, baby.”

You didn’t respond, instead you just looked up at him with a soft smile on your face. You were so in love with that man sometimes it was hard for you to believe that such an amazing human being was your and loved you just as much as you loved him.

Tightening your arms around his neck you pulled him towards you so your lips could meet his plump ones in a sweet kiss. He hummed happily into the kiss and placed his hands on the small of your back, bringing your body closer to his.

“I love you, Joon.” You said once you had pulled away from the kiss, a bit breathless and mind hazy.

“I love you, too, baby.” He answered and pecked your lips. “Now, let’s go eat something because I haven’t had breakfast yet and I’m starving.”

“Namjoon, what did I tell you about leaving without having breakfast?!” You say in a scolding tone, making him pout. “I swear I’m dating a child,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance, but the smile on your face told another story. “Let’s make you something, let’s go.” You stood up from his lap and laced your fingers with his as you started walking towards the kitchen.

Singularity

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Namjoon × Reader

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“Shit!” I huffed out as I had to climb the stairs up to the third floor and my poor lungs wouldn’t want to cooperate as always, “I forgot my water bottle at home again.”

“You can have mine, no problem!” a boy handed me his half filled plastic bottle.

I usually follow one rule while drinking water from other people’s bottles. I ask them if they touch their lips to the bottles opening while drinking and usually refuse to drink from the same bottle if they do.

That day, however, I didn’t have the mind to do that as I straight up uncapped the bottle to finish the whole thing in one go. When I looked up to say ‘thanks’ and ‘sorry’, he was already gone. As it was almost time for the next class, I supposed he hurried to get to his. I remembered the boy’s name to be Namjoon.

Namjoon was a boy I would often see in between classes. Sometimes we would nod, ask when the next class was or simply smile at each other. And then, we’d go our separate ways. I knew him just like that. I didn’t remember ever having a full conversation with him.

I didn’t see him again after that day. But I heard some rumors about him around the campus not long after. He was accused of saying something that sparked controversy. Since I didn’t know him in person I never expressed my opinion on the matter. But I had a lingering wish to meet him again, to return his empty plastic bottle that I still carry in my bag.

That wish came true when I finally saw him again.

He was having lunch at an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria. There was no one around so I walked up to him right away.

“I’m so sorry I could not return your bottle that day!” I had told him.

“What bottle?” He looked at me with genuine confusion.

I took out the said bottle from my bag to put on the table. Namjoon let out a chuckle at its sight. “You wanted to return this?”

“I know, it might not be a huge deal to you. But I literally can’t sleep in peace until I return what I borrow from someone else. Be it a pen or book or whatever.” I explained myself clearly to which Namjoon nodded and took the empty bottle off the table.

“I’ll take it back then.” He said, “Hope it gives you some peace.”

He shook his head slightly and laughed. For some reason, I felt overwhelmed seeing him laugh like that. His eyes completely vanished behind the wrinkles as he laughed. He looked so unreal. I couldn’t make up my mind why I was feeling that way at such a small act of someone I barely knew. But I had a feeling that it was a moment I would never witness again. I felt the need to capture it in a picture so that I could look at it whenever I wanted to.

However, I didn't take his picture that day. Instead I stood there for a while, enjoying the moment as it was. He didn’t invite me to sit next to him. I wished he did.

The next time I heard about Namjoon was from a group of friends talking about college in general. I wasn't minding their gossip until I heard them speak about him.

"Good grades aren't everything, you see!" One of them said, "you need to have a better character to not be kicked out of school like that."

I was shocked to find what happened to Namjoon regarding those rumors. As much as I wanted to interrupt their conversation, I couldn't bring myself to do so. Yet my heart couldn't believe a word of the dirty talks I heard around. Even though I wasn't a friend of his, neither was I an acquaintance, in my heart, I still pictured him as the smiling boy who had helped me at the time I needed it.

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