'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
this story has undergone editing. if you read it before it was edited, don't worry - the text, plot, characters etc. has stayed exactly the same, it's just split into more chapters. this is the first NEW chapter. originally there were only 12 chapters so far, but the content in those 12 chapters has now been spread across chapters 1 to 20. so you can just pick up from here! 💜
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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎.
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She woke up on New Years Eve, feeling the best she had felt since becoming human.
Sure, there was a dull ache in her head and her stomach roiled just a little - she supposed these must be the side effects of the drinks Jimin had plied her with last night - but something much more important was counteracting her first human hangover.
She was in Namjoon's arms.
At some point in the night they had shifted positions, so that now Namjoon's warm chest was pressed to her back, his arm draped casually over her rib. She couldn't help but smile at the small puffs of air across the back of her shoulder as he slept, or the way his hand had stayed intertwined with hers all night.
All night, they had slept side by side. It was like recharging her battery to maximum power, she felt so energised. And yet, in spite of this, she didn't dare move. The feeling of him against her was too good to sacrifice.
Feeling bold, she risked curling her chest in more, her hips pressing back just a tiny amount, needing to be as near to him as possible, to have the connection thrum through her every vein.
But there was a feeling low in her spine, too, that she couldn't ignore. Not just a need to be near to him, but a need to feel him; the hard planes of his chest, the softness of his lips on her neck, the press of his hips into hers...
"Mhn," was the slow groan of Namjoon in reaction to her movements. From what she could tell, he was still asleep. She smiled again, pressing back a fraction more, trying to get comfortable to fall asleep once more, her bum falling more firmly against his hips.
This time, she felt the hitch of air in the back of his throat as he awoke.
She panicked, heart leaping into her mouth. What was she thinking? Namjoon wouldn't want this. Namjoon didn't want this-
