11 + Namjoon hohoh 💫
— pairing: namjoon x reader— genre: fluff— wordcount: 590
11. “You can have half.”
“Pleeeeeeaaaase?”
Namjoon only sighs at your whining, like he isn’t used to it already. Like he didn’t saw it coming, but in the early morning haze, his mind wasn’t clear enough to think it through. “You could have just gotten your own.”
He doesn’t need to look over at you to know you are pouting, somewhere underneath his huge hoodie that swallows you whole and hides your face. Your sweater clad hands swat at his side lightly as you let out another whine. “I forgot, okay? I was too sleepy.”
“Well, tough luck,” he half laughs, half murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, pulling in the other lane and accelerates, fingers absentmindedly tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music blaring throughout the car.
“Just a sip?”
“Oh, fuck off.” This time he straight up laughs. It really is your own fault for not getting a coffee, well, technically it’s both of yours, having slightly overslept so that there wasn’t a time for a breakfast before leaving for your road trip. But Namjoon still made a quick stop at the nearest coffee shop, getting himself a large americano, black and bitter enough to wake him up, and while he was kind enough to ask if you wanted anything as well, you only curled up in your seat, leaning against the window and muttered at him to let you sleep in peace.
So now here you are, roughly twenty minutes later, somewhat more awake, craving some caffeine to fully pull you out of your slumber. And his own drink still half full right in front of you in such a taunting way.
“Don’t be mean!”
“If you want a coffee so badly, we can stop at the next gas station and get you one,” he responds, choking down a laugh as he knows your resentment of cheap, stale coffee all too well.
“Yikes.” You crinkle your nose and shake your head in disgust, absolutely offended by his suggestion. “Do you enjoy torturing me like this?”
“I do very much.”
You just huff at him, although there is no bad blood in your interaction, all the teasing is just in good fun. Crossing your arms you lean back in your seat, draping your only sock clad feet on the dashboard as you stare at him. “Fine. No coffee for me then.”
There is a short lull in your conversation in which he concentrates on the traffic, while you look out of the window where the scenery is flying by, lightly humming along to the music. The sun is starting to rise higher on the sky, so you reach back to get your bag, getting out your sunglasses along with Namjoons, knowing he will soon be blinded while driving. You hand them to him without a word and he places them on top of his head.
“Go drink my coffee if you want to. You can have half.” He breaks the silence, quickly glancing over to tug at your ear in a playful way. “I had enough caffeine to not crash this car for now, so go ahead.”
“Thank you!”
You immediately reach forward, grabbing the cup to take a huge sip before regretting it right away as the dark drink as long grown cold and gotten all the more bitter. Your face scrunches up into a grimace as you place the coffee back down, glancing to the side to see Namjoon stifle his laughter. “Did you give it to me only because it has grown cold?”
“…, maybe.”
“Asshole.”
