'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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"Celine?"
She grinned, still not used to hearing her new name coming from the other boys, since she'd told them all at breakfast that morning. Namjoon and Jungkook knew it already, of course, but now it was Jimin saying it, beaming at her as he strolled into the kitchen. He was in a wine red suit, his blonde hair perfectly styled into place for the New Years Eve party they were throwing.
It was just the eight of them, but there was still a sense of excitement in the air. There were a good few hours yet til midnight, so it promised to be an electric evening.
"Hi, Jimin," she murmured, gripping the vodka bottle. She still felt strangely shy around him, even after all these weeks of living in his house, perhaps because he was so gorgeous. She had always admired his beauty and grace.
"You know," Jimin said, a glint in his eye as he watched her make the drinks he had taught her to concoct the night before. "We have this tradition, on Earth. At New Year's."
She raised an eyebrow at him. She loved learning new things from the boys. "Oh?"
"Mmm," he said, looking mischievous, and she knew him well enough by now to know he was goading her into something. "When the clock strikes twelve, we kiss."
Her stomach churned.
"K-kiss?" she repeated.
"Yeah, you know, you put your lips on-"
"I know what kissing is," she interrupted him, feeling her cheeks begin to go pink. "But... y-you want to kiss me?"
Jimin's eyes went wide.
"Oh, no! No no, I didn't mean me," he said quickly, and then, slightly under his breath. "Fuck, he would kill me if..."
It was almost comical, watching Jimin fumble over his words like that. He was normally so unflappable. She let out a small laugh. "Not you?"
"No, not me," he confirmed, his head twisting to the side to gaze out the window to the back patio, where a lone figure was leaning against the back door, taking in the quiet of the Seoul evening before the party got into gear.
