'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: some mentions of mature sexual content
"They're probably waiting for us downstairs."
Namjoon's comment made Celine's eyes flutter open. After he had cried, the pair of them had lapsed into a comfortable silence, one in which her head found his chest, listening to his heartbeat become slow and more steady. Now, as he spoke, she looked up at him with a questioning gaze.
"It was they who found us and put us here," Namjoon explained. "I suspect Yoongi and the rest of them are waiting for us to go down."
Celine clung to Namjoon a little tighter, her head still resting on his chest. The thought of telling the others that she was leaving was anything but pleasant.
"We have to tell them," Namjoon murmured, squeezing her gently. "It's better if we do it sooner rather than later."
Celine's stomach somersaulted. "I'm afraid, Joonie," she whispered.
"Of telling them?" Namjoon asked.
"And everything else," she laughed, trying to hide the way her hands trembled as she did, but Namjoon noticed. He grasped her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to her fingertips.
"I hate that I would sacrifice everything for you," he said now, turning to face her so they were side-by-side, his nose brushing hers. "I would give anything to have you. I'd postpone that tour for a decade. But none of that matters any more."
Celine smiled sadly at him, her heart feeling warm and cold all at once, the mix of emotions too great for her to contain. "Joonie," she murmured, cupping his face. "I would give anything to stay."
Namjoon couldn't respond in any way except to kiss her.
It was slow, and full of emotion, but despite their shared sadness it heated quickly. Celine felt like she needed him today, in some kind of elemental way - like she needed him to survive. The more he kissed her, the more she went back for, nipping at his bottom lip and sliding a hand around his neck to grip his hair.
