They crack me up so much, they don't need enemies with friends like them. So, its been awhile, I've been busy. I have writer's block with my series called First Time in Korea. I don't know if I should kill someone or not, LOL!! Just kidding...maybe not....I don't even know.
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I come into the kitchen, after getting home from school. I left early because today was Senior skip day, but I didn't want to stay home. I know my mom would make me clean the house, if she knew I didn't have to go to school. I'm home alone, I'm making some Mac n Cheese, so when my sister comes home, she can grab a plate. She's a year younger than me, but she's like my best friend. I grab my plate and head to the living room to watch a scary movie. I love scary movies, I like to predict what will happen and who the killer might be. I was so engrossed with the movie that I didn't hear the door knob twist open and close. On the TV, the last victim is cornered and is face to face with the killer. At that exact moment where the killer lunges at them, I jumped and screamed because someone tapped my shoulder. I look behind me and I see a blonde haired guy doubled over laughing.
"Namjoon, You're a freaking Jerk!!! How many times have I told you not to come to my house uninvited?" I said, vehemently. He stood to his full height and swiped the tears from his laughing fit. He smiled, dimples poking out, "Sorry, I couldn't resist, Sweet Cheeks. Why would you watch them by yourself, if you get scared by watching it?"
"It's my preference and none of your business. AND don't call me that." I grabbed my plate from the couch and walked to the kitchen. As I strolled to the sink, I said over my shoulder, "You almost ruined my outfit and you would have to pay for that." I'm washing the plate, when I hear him entering the kitchen. "Nice shoes, (y/n)."
I smirked, I love these shoes and my favorite celeb loves them too. I blush and giggle, thinking about him. I turn around and see Namjoon playing with my sunglasses. Oh no!!
"Namjoon, give that to me, before you break it. Just go home, my sister won't be home for at least 30 minutes."
He looks up and smirks, "I'm not gonna break it, I just want to wear it." As he goes to put it on, I rush over to him to grab it from him, but I have the worst luck.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!?" I screamed at him. He flinched and looked down. He looked remorseful, but I didn't care about his feelings. Those glasses were given to me by my favorite celebrity. Now, I won't have a memento from that time I met him. I grabbed the glasses from him and my emotions just overwhelmed me and all I felt was Hate.
"Get the hell out of here, you piss me off, just looking at you makes me irritated. I don't even know why you even hang out here when my sister isn't here, you just want to make my life a living hell, don't you? No wonder you don't have a girlfriend, you'd break her in half." While I was saying all this, he was taking it with a solemn face but when I mentioned girlfriend, his face got so red and not from being embarrassed, but from anger.
He came closer to me and stood chest to chest, which made my head tilt back to see his face. His voice was deep and controlled, it made me blink a few times to realize he's telling me something.
"Look, I get that your mad about your glasses but that was a low blow. If you weren't so slow and stupid, you'd realize why I hang out here when your sister isn't." All I got from that was him calling me slow and stupid.
I poked him in the chest, "Did you just call me slow and stupid?" He grinned, my face must've been red because I felt steam coming out of my nostrils from his stupid cute dimpled smile. 'Cute, him, WTH, (y/n)' Each word I said came with a poke to his chest shoving him closer to the wall, "I'm"*poke* "You're" *poke* "Noona. Don't disrespect me, Got it?"
He smiled again, which irritated me even more. "What the hell is wrong with you? You know what, I'm done. I'm done with you, I don't want to see you. If you come by to see my sister, that's fine, but I'm not ..." He grabbed my face, staring into my eyes. I was shocked at his gesture, 'WTH is he doing?' His eyes lowered to my lips and at that, my lips parted, releasing a sigh. With my face in his hands, he leaned closer and closer until our lips where a centimeter away. His gaze never wavering from my lips, I closed my eyes, waiting for him to close the distance. After a few heartbeats, I open my eyes and I see him smiling, his head resting on the wall.
I can't believe I fell for this, I'm so embarrassed. I feel tears threatening to fall. I grab his hands and pull it from my face. I turn around and start running to my room. I hear him right on my heels, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. I struggle against him, not wanting to be embraced. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I look at him, tears streaming down my face. He carefully wipes them with his thumb. Then, sweetly kisses my eyelids, then my cheeks, my jawline, the corner of my mouth. My whole body melting from his sweet kisses. I don't know why I'm letting him get away with this, but I don't want to stop him and his kisses. He stopped and looked into my eyes. He must've seen the effect he's having on me as a sign, he gave me a chaste kiss. Once I released the breath, I didn't know I was holding, he kissed me a bit more passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms coiled around my waist, making our bodies fuse together. I don't know if I couldn't breathe because of the kiss or his hold on me, but I liked it. He trailed candy kisses all over my neck and bit my ear, I moaned his name, he pulled away at the sound of his name.
He leaned his forehead against mine. I heard a ping from my phone, I pulled away from him and reached my phone from my back pocket. A text from my sister, telling me that she's staying after school for a project. I pocketed the phone, "Who is it?" said Namjoon, quietly. I was still reeling back from the kiss and before I knew it, I gave him my sassiness, "It's none of your concern." His eyes narrowed and began to walk towards me, I backed up until I felt my bedroom door behind me. I turned to open it and his hand landed against the door to keep me from opening it. He pressed his body on mine, I was between two solid walls. He swept my hair to the side, exposing the back of my neck.
"(Y/N), I asked you a question." He kissed my ear and trailed down to my neck and the back of my neck, sending thrills down my spine. "I have the right whether or not to answer it. Plus, you haven't answered mine." He whispered, "What is it?"
I turn to face him. "Why are you doing this? Is this to get revenge on me from earlier?" He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, then back down to me. "You really are slow." He saw that I was about to rip him a new one, when he quickly said, "I wouldn't do this for revenge. Why do you think that I spend time here, when your sister isn't around?" I tilt my head in confusion, "Because you're waiting for her to come home from school?". "Because I like you, (y/n)." He smiled and at that moment, I had butterflies fluttering in my tummy.
****Few Years Later****
"Namjoon, hurry, you're gonna miss it. Bring the camera." I see Namjoon running back and forth through the doorway.
Since that day he confessed to me, we have been inseparable. We went to the same college but I graduated first since I'm a bit older than him. My family was worried that we were too young to be together and they didn't want to pick sides if we were to break up. The most amazing thing is after he graduated, he proposed and each day is a blessing to be with him.
"Babe, I got the camera. What's going on?" he kisses the top of my head as he sits next to me on the bed.
"Look, at this cutie. Thank God, he looks like me and not you." I giggle, trying to rile him up. He gives me a look, like he's going to get back at me later. But, I have a surprise for him too.
"Give me the camera." He gives it to me and I turn it on. I take a picture of my baby boy and then, Namjoon.
I keep the focus on him and press record. "Honey, what would you do if you came home to find me and two other guys in bed?" His face said it all. "Don't play like that."
"What if I told you in advanced, that way you're prepared to see it?" He leans over and bites my shoulder, causing me to laugh and fall on my back. The camera still recording.
"Well, in nine months, you'll find out whether or not, I'm playing." He stood up, about to say something, then he started laughing and smiling. I pressed stop and put the camera down. I opened my arms and he crawled on the bed and laid his body between my legs and his head on my tummy. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked at him and saw a few tears escaping his eyes, he kissed me and then, buried his face in the crook of my neck. This man makes me fall for him, harder each day. "I love you, Namjoonie." His voice choked up with emotion, whispers. "I love you and our babies."
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