12 or 20 with namjoon bls š„ŗ
12 - Ā things you said when you thought i was asleep
you could argue that this filled 20 too, but letās go with 12! thank you for the request anon, I hope you like it!! š ty to my girl @hobi-gif as always!
pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 0.6k / genre: fluff / warnings: none!
Namjoonās clumsy. Itās an undeniable fact. You can trust him to look after your deepest secrets and whispered confessions, secure in the knowledge theyāll be fiercely protected, but if you want something carried? Youāre better off asking someone else. Heāll drop it, bend it, break it, shatter it. No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.
And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.
You trust his clumsy hands. You trust him, trust his tenderness, his gentleness, his kindness and his loveāand Namjoon will never break that trust, strives to keep it safe. You forgive his fumbling, his stumbling; his floundering, his blundering. For you, heās not a ham-handed, unintentional force of destructive chaos. For you, he stands rooted to the ground, a redwood, the Hyperion tree of your world, unshakeable and solid and stable. You sway into him because you know heāll support you. You fall into his hands, comfortable in the knowledge heāll keep you safe, keep you whole.
Even in your sleep you stay close. You press yourself against him, folding yourself into lines of his body, soft and quiet in the night. When he entwines his fingers with your own, even in your dreams heād swear that you squeeze his hand, recognising his touch. Heās so careful with you, always, treats you like something priceless and worth protecting. He sweeps his gaze over your face, the curve of your lashes, the slant of your nose, the fall of your cupidās bow into the line of your pretty mouth, and he loves loves loves you.
āI love you,ā he whispers, quiet and soft and low, words so light in the air that you donāt even stir.
He wants to keep you safe forever, if youāll let him.
āIām going to marry you. If youāll have me.āĀ
He lets the truth of it slip out into the world, into the silence of the room, full of nothing but the sound of your quiet breathing. He would never put words in your mouth, assume your acceptanceābut in this moment, with only himself as a witness, heāll allow himself this tiny, uncharacteristic selfishness, to imagine a world in which you say yes.Ā
Your breath hitches before you shift in your slumber, and Namjoon is there to be your eternal foundation, underneath and around you, arms encircling you. Even when he drifts into sleep, falls into the quiet embrace of his dreams, his grip on you doesnāt weaken. Careful, reverent, vigilant, always.
And when your lashes flutter, eyes opening, turning your head to stare up at his sleep-soft face, he keeps hold of you. When you brush your lips across his skin, feather-light, weightless, he keeps hold of you. When you whisper your quiet, quiet answer, that acceptance that Namjoon wants so desperately, of course Iāll marry you, silly goose, he keeps hold of you. Even if he doesnāt hear the promise in your words. Not yet.
But thatās okay. He will, soon. Until then heāll hear it unspoken, in the way you care for him, love him; heāll read it in the dawn sun, the way you light up for him, eyes round and lovely as you smile, a secret sparkling in your gaze. Heāll feel it in the way you reach for him, the way you laugh at his sloppy morning kisses, the way you go lax under his hands. The way you trust him to keep you unbroken and whole, wrapped up and safe in his love.
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