Your grocery cart was filled with groceries that were needed for the dorm, and you knew how much Namjoon insisted of driving it around and being the gentleman. In your hands was the list of things needed, your English shared with him and he’d nod to check the things they had and had not picked up off the shelves.
In the aisles, you weren’t necessarily playful, you were serious most of the time, no matter how Namjoon would want to loosen you up by kissing your face in random parts of you talking to him.
You’d swat at him every time, since PDA wasn’t appreciated by wandering eyes and busy people were trying to get to where they need to in the supermarket. Some songs of their’s may play but you were kind enough to not sing along to them or start dancing in the middle of the bread and bakery.
He’d loop his hands in yours if you were standing in front of the spice racks, you were always deep in thought of if whether or not Seokjin reminded you to get a certain thing while being out. He’d end up remembering before they get in the car on the way home so you wrote it down especially in thicker pencil lining for yourself.
He was always very sweet to passerby’s if they recognized him and you’d stray off to make sure it wasn’t too suspicious. You wanted to make it easier for him and he’d tend to keep you in sights to remind himself who his companion truly is when he’s swamped with fans.
There was a moment that he stopped since it was Halloween. He reminded you it was Halloween from the start of the day but you shrugged at it because you knew that you had things to do today that were more important.
He dragged you to the candy aisle and gazed at the various types of chocolates and sweets with you. It was like paradise, because you loved trick or treating at one point and it reminded you of all the good times. You remarked that they didn’t need candy, and that their manager wouldn’t approve but he put up a single digit to your vision.
“You pick, though, sweetie.”
“You and your nicknames.” You bashfully grinned then turned to face the racks of chocolate, your eyes scanning.
“Shut up.” You giggle at his invading face and tried to shove at his shoulders lovingly, covering the side that he was going to kiss. “No more kisses!”
“You’re not fun. Why aren’t you fun, like Hoseok?”
“You get headaches from him, what are you talking about?” You retorted with a click of your tongue, but between you guys, these were your ongoing jokes.
“True.” His dimples were showing as you were making those statements, his hip leaning on the cart. “You picked out the bag already or are we standing here for nothing?”
“Sheesh, you’re impatient. What a boy.” You pouted, swinging your arms at your sides. “Mmm.. Instead of buying these, how about eating those left over snacks that are in your room?”
“Babe, those are probably stale. That isn’t healthy.”
“Snacks in general aren’t healthy and yet you want more of these?” You smirk at him and he raised his eyebrows in feigned loathing. You were always right.
“Exactly.” You bounced on the balls of your feet then reached up to grab a bag, the assortment being your favorites mixed with his, dumping it into the bag like a basketball player.
“Not as childish as you! Look who’s talking.”
You sat in the living room with him, watching him peel the wrappers off of them and stuff his cheeks like a chipmunk. “Slow down. We have about an hour or so left until you get tired of a food coma and pass out.”
“Who says I’ll get a food coma? I can handle it. I’ve got an iron stomach.”
He narrows his eyes at you and hits you with a pillow gently, you grabbing your own and getting him on his shoulder with it. He laughs while chewing on his candy, his hand covering up the spot that you hit. “I’m wounded!”
“Yes, indeed. It’s a battle wound. I’m bleeding.”
“You’re such a jerk.” You have this windshield wiper laugh that you inherited from being around Seokjin, your hand coming up to hide your mouth. You didn’t want him to see you munching on chocolate, it was on your lips and the corner of your mouth delicately.
“You’re really into abusing your boyfriend!” He chides, licking his lips of the caramel that coated it.
“Abuse? You recall me hitting you with a pillow as abuse?”
“Yeah!” He snatches the pillow from you to put it between you as a wall. “See? There. You can’t hit me again.”
You laugh harder then bow to get another piece of candy, but he took your last piece before you could react, about to bring it to his awaiting teeth. “H-Hey!”
He blinked as if he couldn’t hear you and was going to bite into it.
You basically toppled over the pathetic fortress of an only pillow to get to him and you got on his lap, wrestling for the candy in his slender hand. He was startled yet expected it to happen and he embraced you when you maneuvered yourself to claim your victory.
“Liar.” You beamed at him and held the remaining candy in both of your hands gingerly.
He gasped in fake surprise. “Me?”
He repeated the stunt until he got you lowered to his level, your hips meeting his and your legs at an angle to be at his thighs. His lap was comfortable, ever so comfortable. It was made for you to sit on whenever he wanted you to. He was enjoying his time with you, bonding and teasing each other endlessly.
He knew how much you loved to act innocent, because you weren’t to him. You were displayed as a perfect woman, a desirable partner and an excellent entertainer though you weren’t a celebrity. He pecked your cheeks and your jaw tenderly, wanting to see you fall apart from above.
You did, just what he intended. You let the candy fall out of your grasp, however you wrapped your arms around his neck to close the gap. You could be caught by anyone at this rate, it wasn’t late and sometimes they’d come out to get something to drink.
He grunted at that and he peered up at you, his eyes completely gazed over in lust. “You don’t want to have a bit of danger?”
“I don’t want to have to explain to them why they’re leader is being this way out in the open. It’s better to keep it to ourselves.” You breathlessly said, having to thread your fingers through his hair. The chocolate was cleared off of your mouth from your tongue and he swallowed with difficulty from seeing it.
“Mm.. Okay. Is Jungkook in the bedroom?”
“I didn’t see him in there for most of the- Oh god. Namjoon..”
He smirked at your expression that you get when he’s going to have his way with you for the night and you whine lightly.
“Wait until you say that later,” He whispered, his lips taking in yours slowly and devouring your body into his to carry you inside his room.
YEAH THANKS FOR THAT *SOBS*
