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things you said after you kissed me
“I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” So soft you almost miss it, lost to the beat that rattles the ice in your glass and acts as the soundtrack to your evening. Paired with a stare you can’t escape, held perfectly behind horn-rimmed spectacles and so much potential it steals your breath. He kisses you again, not two seconds later, and you think it must be true. Kim Namjoon has wanted to do this forever.
When he does it later - standing at the bar, searing heat burning through the cotton of your shirt - he’s unabashed, delighted, enamoured. He holds you recklessly close, caging you between himself and the countertop, lips sweeping star dust into your hair. Each kiss comes with a message, a murmur that plays Chopin’s Chopsticks with your heart. Variations of sweet nothings: your name, how much he adores your laugh, why he can’t believe you’d agreed to go on a date with him.
“I think I’m falling for you,” he murmurs, exactly one month and eight days later. It comes while his lips are still warm upon yours. You can taste the beer on his tongue, smell it on his breath. You’re intoxicated - but you think it might just be because of him. He’s better than any spirit, stronger than any liquor, turning your knees to jelly with just one look. Who needs to find love in the bottom of a bottle when it’s right here, nearly six feet tall in front of you?
Your eyes twinkle up at him when he repeats himself, draws his nose along the length of your cheek. He’s terribly sweet - refuses to let you go as the brevity of his words sink in. He’s asking you to catch him when he drops a kiss against your temple, brushes the curtain of your hair back. Hold me as tenderly as I hold you.
“Stay with me.” The evening is old, streaked with starlight and promise. You do easily, readily, curling into his arms like they’re your home, as if his bed is yours and the beat of his heart is what keeps you anchored. He holds you through the dark, single-handedly fights the demons that seek you out in the dead of night. When you wake, he’s still there and his touch is the first thing you feel, the kindest wake up call in the world.
He kisses you over and over - peppering bits of sunshine across your face, warmth spilling past his teeth like yellow paint. You imagine your cheeks are speckled with it, each freckle a physical reminder of his devotion, how desperately he adores you. (Enough for both of you, you think.)
“I love you.” His words find you on a Thursday evening, on your usual trek home. It’s paired with the sweetest kiss, the warmest hug. Namjoon laughs at your expression, eyes waning and mouth splitting into that smile that both breaks and mends your heart in perfect tandem. He repeats it when you blink up at him, perhaps a little dumbly. You should say it back, you know; by how he looks at you, you know he reads your answer already, plucks it straight from the hazy depths of your stare.
Sometimes, things don’t need to be said - only felt. You love him. You kiss him back - return it tenfold with teeth and tongue and a trembling heart.
This is how you fall in love.
