The School's Pervert | Namjoon x Reader

Chapter 50

[previously]
"Love, huh?" Namjoon's mother says, leaning on the bathroom door frame. "I can take things from here, Namjoon."
Namjoon nods, standing up and holding your hair until his mother takes it from him and sits on the floor next to you. Namjoon leaves the room.
"I think we should have a chat."

[back to current time]

"So you've already told each other that you love each other?" Namjoon's mom asks as she holds your hair back. You nod, anxiously anticipating the next vomiting sequence.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this when we just met." you apologize, Mrs.Kim laughs dismissively.
"It's fine, hun. I've always wanted a daughter and this feels like a bonding moment." She says, you both chuckle.

"We had a big meal with my brother and the rest of our friends right before coming here." you admit, Mrs.Kim lightly gasps.
"What?! And you just ate all of that food and more?! Y/N!" She gently scolds. "You didn't have to do that."
"I know, I know." you sigh.

"Is that why Namjoon brought up your small appetite at the dinner table and you shut him down?" Mrs.Kim asks, you nod.
"I didn't want to turn down Mr.Kim's food and seem impolite!" you explain.

Mrs.Kim shakes her head.
"God, you and Namjoon both know each other so well. Y/N, darling, you didn't have to try to make a good impression on us! You could've just told us you were full." she says with a smile, you try to smile back but your head is thrown back into the toilet, making Mrs.Kim cringe.

"God, how much did you eat at Yoongi's?"
"..A lot."
"..I can tell."

"I hate to keep bringing it up and sounding weird but let's talk as home-girls right now. Just pretend I'm one of your friends." Ms.Kim begins, you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

...Where the hell is this going?

"You're Namjoon's first real girlfriend. I remember when I did it for the first time with a guy and..." Mrs.Kim sighs. "Did Namjoon, like, do okay? Did you... orgasm?" she asks, making your eyes go wide.

"Mrs.Kim!" you playfully scold, looking back at her for the first time in the washroom, surprised.
"I told you to pretend I'm your home-girl!" she complains, you both laugh.

"Listen, if he was absolute shit then I can sit him down and tell him what to do. I want to make sure you don't leave him because of his terrible sex skills or go through the dreadfulness of never receiving pleasure." Mrs.Kim says. "Well?" she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, making you giggle.

"Trust me, he did just fine." You say, now also wiggling your eyebrows with a smirk. You both break into laughter together, harder than before.

The laughter fades and Mrs.Kim starts staring at you mysteriously, narrowing her eyes with a smirk, slightly tilting her head back.

"Y'know, y/n. I know I said I liked you before but this.." She uses her free hand to gently point to your heart, "This y/n. The genuine and funny, y/n. I like her." she says, her expression turning into a genuine smile, you can't help but mirror it.
"Thank you. It means a lot coming from you." you say.

"Now I understand why Namjoon never stops talking about you, hoooly shit." Mrs.Kim rolls her eyes, half-jokingly.
"Is it really that bad?" you ask.
"Y/N. It's non-stop. It makes me question my own marriage of 18 years." Mrs.Kim chuckles. "Namjoon is seriously head over heels." she says.
You smile to yourself at her words, leaning your cheek on your hand while your elbow rests on the toilet rim.