withnamjoon this is really short?i didnt really know how to approach it, but i did it! Putting on Chapstick and noticing Namjoon staring at your lips so you ask if he wants some, and without saying a word he just pulls you in for a kiss.
Rummaging through your desk drawer, you curse softly as you fail to find your chapstick. Your lips were stinging, and water isn't a good substitute for your poor lips at the moment. Grumbling, you pushed it closed, taking one last look around your room. “What’re you looking for?” You look up to see Namjoon leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed and brows raised. “My chapstick. Have you seen it? My lips are killing me right now.” You yank your sheets off of your bed, hoping to see the small cylinder fall to the floor. Humming for a moment, he shakes his head, shrugging. “I haven’t seen it, but I might have an idea where it might be.” After finishing those words, Namjoon slips himself out of your room and straight to the living-room couch. Immediately, you find yourself trailing behind him, watching him as he removes the cushions and lets out a small ‘ah-hah!’ Almost smugly, he lifts up the chapstick up to your eye level, “And we have a winner!” Smiling, you reach out to grab it from his hands, about to say a small ‘thank you’ until he avoided your touch. Namjoon raised his arms higher up, leaving the chapstick way out of your reach. Pouting, you cross your arms. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Letting out a loud laugh, Namjoon gives you a light push (not even a push, more like a nudge). “Come on, _____! You gotta earn it!” “Earn it? I bought that!” You grab at his shirt and stand on your tiptoes in an attempt to retrieve your chapstick back. “Well, how about we make a trade?” “Yeah! How about I give you a smack to the head? Deal?” Even with your annoyed voice, there's a smile on your face. “Hmm. Nope! Give me a kiss instead!” With a defeated sigh, you move away from him. “Fine. But you come down here, I’m not going up there.” A small giggle escaped from your mouth. Licking his lips, Namjoon lowers his hands down to his sides and leans down closer to you. Moving your hand to the back of his neck, you pull him in closer, waiting for the right moment. Right when your lips are about to connect, you grab the chapstick that was being held loosely in his hand, yelling out a small squeal of victory. “What? That’s not what we agreed on!” He groans in annoyance. Applying the chapstick quickly, you hum happily as the cherry flavour meets your tongue. “Well tough luck, Namjoon! This was mine from the start!” You wave the chapstick teasingly in front of his face. Quickly noticing his eyes locked on your lips, you begin to feel a bit guilty for being rude. You clear your throat, “Do you want some though? It’s got a sweet taste to it.” You put our arm out, offering the chapstick to him. Without a word, his eyes flick down to the small cylinder in your hands. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, while his other hand is found at the back of your neck. He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue immediately sliding itself across your bottom lip. Caught off guard, the chapstick falls out of your hand as you fail to return the kiss. Knowing how he caught you, Namjoon let out a low chuckle before pressing a small peck onto your lips. Pulling away, you could feel his thumb rub itself against your nape. “You’re right. It does have a sweet taste to it.”