You wake up when a soft breeze tickles your nose, the white curtains fluttering as wind dances into the bright bedroom. Scrunching your nose, missing the bliss of sleep, you quickly rub the tickle away and pull the covers up to your eyes, kicking your feet around the sheets as you attempt to sink into dreamland once again.
Of course, your efforts are fruitless–your ears already picking up on the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping outside. So, you give up and groan cutely, hands tracing over your faces as you brush the remaining traces of sleep away.
As you wrestle the too-warm covers off of you, you feel a reminiscent ache in your bones–one that has memories of last night flashing into your mind–and you smile tiredly.
Oh, Kim Namjoon. A man without much control–especially after having been separated from you for so long.
“You awake, babe?” a groggy voice calls out at that moment, and when you notice the space beside you is vacant, you push onto your elbows and look around. And there, on the tiny balcony that’s attached to your bedroom, is Namjoon. Aging book firm in his hand and his rarely used glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. He’s only dressed in a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of old sweats, but he still pulls the look off so well–his fading pink hair mussed from sleep.
At seeing that you’ve finally risen, Namjoon gently snaps his book closed and pushes off from the railing he’d been leaning against. You can only imagine that before you’d woken up he’d been stood there silently, looking out at the trees and life around you, basking in the warm spring breeze and appreciating the freshly bloomed flowers and trees.
“Your pink hair would look nice with cherry blossoms,” you mutter quietly, sinking back into the sheets as he approaches, and when Namjoon’s happy chuckle reaches your ears you smile.
“Hmmm…should I get a pink flower crown?” he contemplates, sitting on the edge of the mattress beside you. “Fans always want us to wear them at meetings.”
“Yes, I’m sure it’d look lovely on you, princess,” you joke cheekily, and Namjoon rolls his eyes, gently smacking your shoulder.
“It’s too early for this,” he sighs, unable to hide his amused smile, and you jokingly pout.
“Too early for me?”
“No,” he responds immediately, his hand smoothing over your hair and moving to rest on your jaw, his thumb gently running over the skin of you cheek. “It’s never too earlier for you.”
Your heart flutters, cheeks feeling warm. He always manages to get to you during peaceful moments like this–where it’s just the two of you, and the rest of the world doesn’t seem to matter.
“…Even if I decide to get up at 4am?”
“Aish,” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. “If it’s 4am and I’m sleeping…then…well…”
“I would never do that to you,” you giggle, patting his thigh, and Namjoon smiles. Dipping down, he presses his lips to yours gently, the world stilling as your realize just how perfect Kim Namjoon really is.
“I love you,” you say as soon as he pulls back, fondness and sincerity flooding into your gaze. At first, Namjoon is surprised, but within a few seconds his face reflects your, a tender smile gracing his lips as his leans down and kisses you again–his lips firm against your forehead.
“I love you too.”
“…then make me breakfast?”
He rolls his eyes.
“Do you want me to burn down the kitchen?”
“Alright,” you laugh. You sit up and cling onto him, and with a huff Namjoon lifts you up and carries you towards the kitchen, your arms secured tightly around his neck.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” you say, kissing his cheek. “We’ll do it together.”
this was inspired by @bxngtxnfluffandotherstuff. she gave me the inspiration for it while we were talking earlier, and I heard she wanted a Namjoon fluff anon, and while I’m not an anon, I figured I could do a little something. Hopefully you like it!
Remember that time in Yorkshin where a crowd fucking cheered for him because he was such a damn good negotiator? and ended up buying two cellphones for much cheaper than in the price they were being sold at?
also that time he used the wrestling matches as a cover-up for sneaking into important places and meeting important people?
and it worked?
Gon, Killua and Kurapika can do abnormal shit and look badass as fuck while doing it, but only Leorio can survive in the real world. He’s street smart and knows his shit. he has an “urban charisma” the other three lack.