'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature.
the moment he spoke, her eyes opened.
and namjoon was done for.
| namjoon x o/c
| fantasy, romance, fluff, smut
| completed: 15.07.2023
@bangtanbagels ~ 2023
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"I know it's weird but just keep your head down. We'll be okay," Taehyung said, pulling the sunglasses down and his face mask up.
She followed his lead. The sunglasses seemed like overkill, but she also knew that her eyes weren't exactly... human. More annoying was the blonde wig she had to wear.
"Okay, you ready?" Taehyung asked her from the passenger's seat next to her. She gave a short nod, her stomach flipping.
Although she was nervous, this was incredibly exciting. She had never been outside of the apartment before, let alone shopping, and now she got to go with Taehyung.
Stepping out of the car, Taehyung steered her towards the shops, pulling her first into Gucci.
"Okay," he said, rubbing his hands together like a kid a candy store. "We're gonna need to get you everything. And I mean everything. God, this is amazing. This is like my dream come true."
She watched his eyes sparkle as he took in the womenswear section, and laughed. Taehyung might seem serious and penchant at times, but she knew he was goofy and childlike when the cameras weren't rolling.
Moving towards the clothes, she ran her hand over the soft fabric. As she spotted the price tag, her stomach dropped.
"Um, Tae... I..."
Taehyung appeared at her shoulder, and saw what she was looking at. "Noona," he said, pulling the tag away from her. "You don't need to worry about that. Besides, Namjoon-hyung would kill me if I let you pay for anything."
Namjoon.
The mention of his name brought her straight back to this morning. The feel of his hand in hers, his thumb moving across her cheek. It was warm, electric, heart-stopping-
She willed herself to stop. It wasn't fair on Namjoon - he was lumbered with looking after her, and all she could think about was the intensely addictive sensation of touching him. She had tried badly to hide her joy that she would be staying for longer, not wanting to appear excited about burdening him more, but she couldn't help it.
For a mad moment, when the pad of his thumb had brushed across her skin, she had almost told him to abandon the couch and sleep in his own room.
With her.
Thank goodness Jin had interrupted before she could do something so stupid.
"Noona?" Taehyung shook her back into the present. "You okay? Seriously, don't worry about the clothes."
