'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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tw: mature sexual content
Celine sighed.
She was leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for the cupcakes she had made to bake. All she had thought about for the whole ten minutes they had been in the oven so far, was Namjoon.
It was three days since the incident. Three days since she had curled into him and sobbed her heart out, refusing to talk about it and yet letting her tears speak for themselves, soaking his t-shirt through until she cried herself to sleep. Namjoon had held her all night, stroking her back tenderly, whispering reassurances until she woke the next morning, recharged.
Ever since then, Namjoon had refused to touch her.
Celine didn't understand why. If anything, being away from Namjoon for that heart-wrenching hour made her need to be close to him. As if leaving his side again might mean leaving it permanently.
But Namjoon was clearly not feeling the same way.
He still touched her - as much as was needed, for the bond not to drain them once more - and they still cuddled up to one another in the same bed each night. But he hadn't touched her in the way she wanted him to.
The way she needed him to.
Truthfully, Celine was a little afraid of how much she wanted his touch. A deep, unsatisfied craving had opened up inside her, one that needed fulfilling soon, or she was going to go insane. It was so instinctual, so human, that occasionally the pure hunger she had for him nearly made her knees buckle.
Especially when they awoke in the mornings, hot and tangled, his breath on her neck, his strong arms at her waist...
It was nearly impossible to resist.
The ding of the timer snapped Celine from her reverie and she pulled the cupcakes from the oven, tipping them onto a wire rack to cool. At that exact moment, the kitchen door swung open, revealing a very sleepy looking Jimin.
"Hey, noona," he grinned. "You're baking? It's nearly midnight."
Celine shrugged, averting her gaze. "Can't sleep."
Jimin eyed her knowingly. "Okay. Tell me what's wrong."
Celine didn't even bother to hide it, knowing Jimin could sense through their connection that she was tense. "It's him."
