just wanna kiss (12)
p: accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at the other’s lips and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart
namjoon wasn’t exactly a saint when it came to being on school grounds. well, even though whole heartedly you know he has good intentions, he doesn’t quite… follow the rules to achieve the goals behind those intentions. but when it came to you, he tried to abide by it to reduce the amount of times he’d get into detention because then he won’t have enough to see you (or at least, get away with it better).
it was hard to do that now when you look awfully… tempting from across the room.
a text was all it took for you to look up from your focus of eating your lunch, taking a glance around the cafeteria to meet with a gaze that makes you smile from twenty-five steps away. a quick point of the eye at a direction gets you to excuse yourself. your friends know all too well that they’re already eating your share of food so it doesn’t go to waste when you tell them see you in class and make no room for questions, filling the space of your hand with your purse, as it meets your pocket and then you begin to walk.
just as you make it out to the cafeteria, heading down a corridor that rarely has people traffic, the hand that darts out and grabs onto your arm makes you yelp but the force tugging you over pushes the air out of your lungs - spun to your back to meet the wall and - “n-namjoon…”
“you did it again, y/n,” he mutters under his breath, loosening his grip on you to slide his arm around your waist, backing you against the small corner by the locker of such a narrow passageway. you blink at him with the slight tilt of your head, hands already accustomed to his shoulders as you murmur, “what did i do?”
“…looked good,” he manages to rasp, licking his lips before he leans in to say it again as it dissolves against your lips: looked too fucking good. he kisses you hard and slow, taking his time, but it feels like he’s trying to imprint himself on your lips. an arm steadying you against him to keep you close, the other traveling up to your hair where he runs through them to reach your neck. gently holding it by the nape and it’s a habit for him to massage your flesh with familiarity as he kisses you, relishing on the mewls you grant him to swallow, drawing him nearer and nearer until you feel his chest pressed to yours.
his arm drags lower as the kiss progresses, just as he reaches your thigh and the line of your skirt, the sharp ringing of the bell pulls the two of you away and - “fucking hell…” he groans, heaving a deep sigh after as he looks into your eyes before gazing to your lips with half-lidded eyes, “i really want to kiss you some more,”
with a chuckle, you lock your fingers behind his neck, tilting your head the other way and namjoon hates (
loves) how effortlessly the few strands of baby hair falls over your eyes, “how about one more to go? mrs. lee is always late during this period,”
he smirks and agrees by leaning in but - “mr. kim, miss y/n. as much as i understand when i was once young, the both of you need to head to class now,” the familiar voice of authority, mr. kang pours over like ice water and namjoon’s - “but sir!” (because mr. kang knows all too well of namjoon’s ways and let’s just say mr. kang dealt with him quite the number of times to let him get away with it), “she’s so pretty! can’t i just kiss her one more time?”
“unless you want detention again, go ahead. but from what i heard, one more and it’s gonna wreck your record, son,”
you reveal your face by looking over your shoulder from the corner, offering a grin, “hi sir,”
he waves a little with a smile on his face, what a cool dude.
“can i take your boyfriend to my class now?”
“he’s all yours,” you nod, hands releasing namjoon and that’s a cue for mr. kang to walk over and grab namjoon by the collar - “oh c’mon!”