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jamaisjoons · 6 years ago

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intro: her III ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: yn and joon being soft as shit

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sorry to all those who waited SO long for this! I’ve only recently had the time to write this (I wrote this entire thing within the space of 24 hours) but I sincerely hope you liked it.

⏤ Rewritten as of 24/02/2020

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Chapter 3: Accidents and Baths

It’s been almost four months since you abruptly entered Namjoon’s life and were thrust into the chaos that is his children and best friends. Though, it’s not often that you see them in person: Namjoon is far too busy a man - between songwriting and producing and raising a family - for you too constantly see each other. The small amount of time that he does have free, is mainly spent with his three sons who you’ve come to learn Namjoon adores with everything he has. Nonetheless, you do see them in person at least once a week, usually every Thursday, as the boys dragging their father towards the aquarium during closing time, so they can spend some time not only with you but also in complete awe of the creatures and the depth of your knowledge about aforementioned creatures.

If it’s not in person, you usually see them through snapchat, with you and Namjoon falling into a weird back and forth of snapchat messages. The rapper usually sends you pictures and video clips of the boys messing around that have you laughing in fondness, or various samples of tracks he’s produced where he needs a second, non-professional opinion. Usually, you send him pictures, and or clips, of you in either your office or lab, working on your paper or tending to the animals that are hurt. Every now and then, you send him pictures or clips of the coffee shop you’re in; or random scenic photos you take when he snapchats you while you’re on walks or runs with your puppy.

The boys have come to love Thursdays the most from what Namjoon tells you and you have a small (big) inkling that it’s due to them getting the entire exhibit to themselves: freely being able to run around without worrying about disturbing any other patrons. Namjoon enjoys these days; because he doesn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi spotting him and his sons; especially considering the exhibit is always closed when he brings his sons. Most of this time you spend with Namjoon; though every now and then, Hoseok, Yoongi and or Seokjin join you. Hence, today, you find yourself walking besides Namjoon as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook run around in front of you, pressing themselves up against the glass and watching the animals move about lazily. And like most days, today is a day when it’s just you and Namjoon.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” you say, nudging Namjoon lightly and he looks at you in a slight daze. The entire situation is slightly bizarre. Here you are, walking besides the RM. He’s a powerful man in his own right, and an even more famous rapper and artist. Yet, here the two of you are, walking in companionable silence while his sons run around; the two of you completely at ease with each other.

“Huh? What? Sorry, I completely spaced out there,” Namjoon replies and you stifle a small giggle at the slight look of bafflement on his face. It’s even more bizarre how comfortable you feel around him - being able to giggle or poke fun at him without constantly being in awe of the man in front of you.

“You usually tend to be when we’re here. What’s got your mind so distracted?” you ask, Namjoon shrugging in response.

“Nothing... and everything. You can imagine how hectic my life is, between raising those three hell spawns and juggling my career. It’s very rare that I have time to myself, to just sit and think. But here, in the quiet of the aquarium; it’s just... relaxing. I finally have time to myself, time to think. Do you get me? Or does that sound weird?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head, a pensive smile on your own lips.

“No. I completely understand. My life may not be as hectic as yours, but I understand needing the time to sit and think to yourself. It’s what I love most working here. Being able to walk through these glass corridors and just think. It’s like being alone, except you’re not? You know?” you say softly and Namjoon nods his head in agreement.

He doesn’t respond; instead, he’s once again lost into that deep, beautiful brain of his. The dark blue hues of the water are reflect ofo of his tan skin, shadows from the swimming animals crossing his figure every now and then. His brows are slightly furrowed and his lips move in small murmurs: all of the words incoherent and inaudible. You don’t mind so much - there’s a certain calm to just watching him. You take in his face for a couple more minutes before you’re dragged out of your perusal of him by Jimin.

“Noona? What’s that?” Jimin asks, pointing at the small glass enclosure in curiosity. Out of all three boys, Jimin was the one who still wasn’t as open with you. Taehyung openly tried to monopolise your attention, with Jungkook mainly pouting in the background when your attention wasn’t on him. Jimin too loved the attention - but he craved it from his father more than you, or anyone else in fact. It was as if they’d split into different factions, with Jungkook being your number one fan, followed by Taehyung. Jimin, however, was still unsure. He rarely approached you unless you were next to Namjoon and he only interacted with you if his brothers were doing so. You figured Jimin was just a lot warier with letting people into his little world but you’d work hard to get him to trust you. Nevertheless, moments like this, when he approached you of his own accord, filled you with warmth.

You looked over to the small ‘petting’ exhibit. It was a new promotional event, where you could have children over to touch and pet a range of different selected sea creatures as a way to garner and cultivate their interest in marine biology and animals in general. You smiled as Jimin’s small chubby fingers pointed to the small, slightly fuzzy brown creature.

“It looks like poop,” Taehyung points out and you hear Namjoon snort as he too peers at the small animal.

“It does! Did one of the other amimals poop here?” Jimin asks and you chuckle at his mispronunciation.

“It’s animals buddy,” Namjoon corrects while Jimin simply stares at him blinking, before turning back to you.

Carefully, you pick it up, “it’s called a sea mouse. Here,” before gesturing Jimin to hold out his palm. He does so gingerly and gently, you place the animal in his palm. Jungkook and Taehyung gather around Jimin, looking at the creature in a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“It doesn’t look like a mouse,” Taehyung deadpans out and you laugh.

“It’s just what scientists named it. It’s actually a polychaete worm that lives in the sea. Polychaete basically just means segmented, like here, see,” you say as you flip the worm over onto its back, pointing out the deep grooves on the underside before flipping it back over; “These are its parapodia,” you say, brushing the rough bristles on the side of the worm’s body, “they’re basically like little bristles that help them feel and move. They even have little hairs here that are iridescent… or colourful I guess. Go on feel them,” you urge.

You watch as the boys cautiously begin stroking the worm before growing more bolder until they’re practically petting it. Jimin stares in awe at the little thing, bringing it close up to his face. The sudden movement causes the worm to wriggle and Jimin giggles, smiling widely up at you, his eyes turning into small crescent moons as his eyelids pool around his eyes.

“It feels funny,” Jimin giggles and your heart lurches at how adorable he is. You lean forward and brush Jimin’s hair fondly, Jungkook huffing slightly before drawing in closer to you. Instinctively, you wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer as you continue teaching the boys about the worm. You eventually swap the sea mouse for a starfish in the ‘petting’ exhibit before you once again begin speaking. You’re so caught up in your impromptu lesson that you don’t notice the fond smile on Namjoon’s lips as he leans against a wall, simply watching you and his sons.

He takes in the way your eyes light up as you share the wealth of your knowledge about the random creatures that inhabit the aquarium. He watches the way you speak passionately and yet still so softly, carefully explaining the terms so that his sons can understand what you’re saying. He watches the way his sons focus on every single one of your words, eyes growing wider and wider as they’re filled with awe and appreciation for each and every animal you show them. He watches the way Jungkook mindless plays with the hem of your dress, the way Taehyung hangs onto every one of your words and the way Jimin so subtly nuzzles his head into the palm of your hand. He can’t help but smile at the scene. Then, glancing at his watch, he sighs softly - almost regretfully - as he realises he has to break up the scene.

“Alright kiddos, put the starfish back. It’s almost dinner, bath and bedtime,” Namjoon says, cutting your impromptu science lesson short. The boys groan, Jimin’s lip quivering as he stares down at the cushion starfish nestled in his hand.

“But daddy I wanna play with the fishies more,” Jimin pouts, his voice taking a whiny inclination and Namjoon freezes, unsure of what to say. His heart lurches at the despondent look on his son’s face but he also knows that he needs to put his foot down, lest they truly become spoiled.

“Your dad’s right boys. It’s getting pretty late and they still need to close the exhibit. We can’t take advantage of Mr Kwang’s hospitality in letting me let you guys stay here late. Besides, now you have something to look forward to for the next visit, right?” you say cheerfully and their faces immediately change into much more excited ones.

“Daddy, noona join us for dinner? Please? Pretty please?” Jungkook says, running up to his father and pleading with his best puppy dog eyes; Taehyung also joins his father and Namjoon tries to fight them but is at a loss for words.

With a sigh Namjoon gives in, “That all depends on ____ kiddos,” Namjoon says finally, looking at you apologetically.

You let out a small laugh before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I don’t have any other plans for the day,” you find yourself agreeing. Instantly, the boys cheer, Jungkook and Taehyung quickly grabbing one of your hands each as they begin dragging you towards the exit. You let out a small laugh and allow them to drag you, Namjoon following closely behind with Jimin in his arms.

An hour later you find yourself sitting at a table with Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. He’s sat at the head of the table, with Jimin and Taehyung on his left-hand side, the two holding hands while using their chopsticks with their other. Jungkook is sat on his right-hand side, with you seated next to him. Your position gives you the perfect side view of Namjoon’s features. His face is calm, his rounded cheeks and deep dimple prominent as he smiles and nods along to Taehyung and Jimin’s story about what they did at their pre-school. Taehyung rants and raves about how Sungwoo, Jaewoo, Jimin and him had played pirates and cowboys all day long. That is until Jimin began begins grumbling and groaning about how Suri always has to take charge and the entire time Namjoon simply listens patiently, nodding along to his son’s words.

Idly, you place a small piece of beef in your mouth, concentrating more on truly taking in Namjoon’s features. His side profile is beautiful: small squished button nose and plush lips being the most noticeable, besides his sculpted jawline. You hear Jimin whine about how it’s unfair that just because Suri is a girl, she gets to do what she wants and boss them around and you briefly wonder where Namjoon gets the patience and tolerance to deal with not one, but three kids all at once. Your eyes continue trailing over the contours of his face before stopping at his pink, pillowy lips. They’re similar to Jimin’s, except Jimin’s are a lot smaller and pouty. Momentarily, you wonder what it’d be like to kiss Namjoon, to test how truly soft and luscious they are. As soon as you realise where your thoughts are delving however, you shake your head; eyes wide and deep blush prominent on your cheeks.

“Noona are you okay?” Jungkook asks and you look down at him, his doe eyes wide and curious as he stares up at you through the mop of his coconut head. You give him a reassuring smile before petting his head. Jungkook smiles brightly and then he thrusts his chopsticks towards you, the bulgogi precariously positioned between the two sticks. You wince at the weak hold he has on it, wondering what he’s doing as he looks at you expectantly.

“Try some,” Jungkook urges and you nod, bending over to try some.

“Kook, be careful you don’t want to drop-” Namjoon begins warning, but before he can finish his words, the sauce covered meat drops and lands on your white shirt. Jungkook’s eyes immediately go wide and he drops the chopsticks, reaching for his napkin but in the urgency of his movements, he doesn’t notice his elbow knocking over his juice. The drink spills and once again lands on you; you immediately jerk and stand up, using your tissue to try and salvage your top. Jungkook stares at you with watery eyes and quivering lips before he bursts into tears.

“Noona I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Jungkook cries, drawing out the syllables of his words as he wails. Instantly, you stop fussing with your shirt and instead turn towards him. Simultaneously, Namjoon stands up to soothe his son’s cries but you beat him to it - pulling Jungkook in for a hug.

“Kook! Gukkie, hey, hey! It��s okay baby, it’s just some spilt food and drinks. It’s nothing to cry over,” you soothe gently as you begin gently cooing at him. Namjoon stiffens at the use of the pet name, watching you carefully through guarded eyes; his expression unreadable. With a gentle realisation, he notes that you don’t even realise you had said it, the word coming so naturally out of your mouth while you comfort his son. He watches the way Jungkook clings onto you, your arms wrapped around his smaller frame as you soothingly pat and rub his back in circles, trying to get his tears back under control.

“But I messed up your top,” Jungkook sniffles and you shake your head at him, smiling soothingly.

“It’s just a top Kook, I can always use stain remover or get a new one. It’s fine baby, nothing to cry over right?” you ask and Jungkook nods sheepishly. Namjoon cocks his head to the side when you repeat it, but once again, you’ve no idea that you even said it. Instead, you smile brightly at Jungkook, reaching over and brushing the tears out of his eyes.

“So, you don’t hate me?” Jungkook asks fearfully, his voice quiet as he looks down at his hand and your face softens further. You gather him into your arms once again and pull him into your chest. Namjoon watches the way Jungkook melts in your embrace, his arms wrapped around your neck as small fists clutch your shirt tightly while he nuzzles into your shoulder.

“Gukkie, baby I could never hate you okay? You’re my special little man, aren’t you?” you ask, slightly tickling his sides and Jungkook lets out a small, watery giggle, a light blush coating his cheeks as he lets out a shy smile before nodding eagerly.

“Why is Gukkie your only special man? I wanna be your special man too!” Taehyung whines and suddenly, you realise that it’s not just you and Jungkook in the room. You blush brightly at Namjoon, offering a look of apology as Namjoon waves you off before turning back to a pouting Taehyung and Jimin. Unsure of what to say, you turn back to Namjoon for help, a look of desperation etched on your face. Namjoon lets out a little chuckle, and taking pity on you, he stands up and begins gathering the plates.

“Alright boys, it’s bath time,” Namjoon calls and immediately twin cries of protest emit from the twins - both of them long forgetting your words.

“Daddy no! We had bath time yesterday,” Jimin whines, Taehyung nodding along and Namjoon sends them a look.

“Yes, and you played pirates in the mud today, which means you need another bath,” Namjoon replies and Jimin gasps, looking at Taehyung in betrayal.

“I knew we shouldn’t have told daddy we played in the mud,” Jimin sulks, Taehyung nodding along once again.

“Sorry Jiminie, but I was excited to tell daddy,” Taehyung frowns, his eyes downcast. Seeing the sadness in his twin’s demeanour, Jimin instantly shakes his head, petting Taehyung on the head.

“It’s okay Taehyungie,” Jimin begins as he comforts his other half, before “We just won’t tell him tomorrow,” he whispers conspiratorially and you and Namjoon resist the urge to laugh at how loud they’re being, despite trying to be sneaky.

“Alright, come on boys, upstairs now - go get ready for your bath,” Namjoon says, ushering his sons upstairs. Jimin grabs Taehyung’s hands and they both run off upstairs, Jimin whispering to Taehyung the entire time. Namjoon squints at them in suspicious, already knowing that they’re plotting something together, before he turns and gestures for you to pass him Jungkook. Jungkook, however, just clings to you tighter, burying his head further into you while shaking his head.

“No! I wanna stay with noona,” Jungkook cries and Namjoon looks at him exasperatedly.

“Nochu, it’s bath time and ____ needs to leave. Come on,” Namjoon gently explains as he tries to unravel Jungkook’s hold from you.

“No! Please!” Jungkook cries and Namjoon sighs.

“Jungkook. That’s enough, she’s already stayed for dinner, we can’t ask her to stay for longer,” Namjoon says, his voice stern, but soft. You’re surprised by the authority present in it: this is the first time you’ve seen him put his foot down or call Jungkook anything other than his nicknames. Jungkook hears the sternness of his father’s voice and shrinks further into you, now more upset his father is mad at him. You can feel his shoulders shake and look at Namjoon pointedly. Picking Jungkook up, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist as you hold him.

“If you want, I can stay and help with bath time? It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let go anytime soon,” you quietly murmur and Namjoon looks at you in shock before it turns abashed.

“You’ve already stayed a while, I don’t want to make you late or anything. Besides, bath time can be quite a battle,” Namjoon says and you shrug before walking in the direction Jimin and Taehyung disappeared off to.

“I’m actually off work from tomorrow till Monday, so I’m not really going to be late for anything. And well, if it can be that bad, surely an extra pair of hands would come in handy yes? Besides, I’m already wet from the juice, I may as well help,” you casually respond before climbing up the stairs. Namjoon watches you in a mix of astonishment and curiosity before he follows behind you.

When Namjoon described bath time as a battle, you almost chalked it up to him overexaggerating. But right now, as you watched Namjoon struggle to wrangle his twins so that they could get into the bath, you realise that he was far from overexaggerating. Jimin was currently hiding under his bed and Taehyung had locked himself in his cupboard, twin giggles coming from both ends of their room. Jungkook was still clinging onto you, watching as his brothers ran amok. Every single time Namjoon got a hold of one, the other would somehow escape and distract their father long enough for the other to escape. The twins had evaded him at least three times now and you almost felt sorry for him.

“Jimin, Taehyung! Come on,” Namjoon calls exasperatedly, as he threw his arms up in the air, “____, can you take Kook and give him a bath? He’s probably the calmest of them all. I’ll bring Taehyung and Jimin in a minute. His pyjamas are on his bed in his room,” Namjoon advises and you nodded. Quickly, you enter Jungkook’s room and grab his pyjamas. Then, adjusting Jungkook in your hold, you move to the bathroom. Luckily, Namjoon had already drawn the bath and you quickly checked the temperature, making sure it was okay.

“Don’t look, I can get ready myself!” Jungkook called out and you let out a small snicker. You hear the rustling of clothing as he struggles with his clothes and then, a couple of moments later; you hear the water splash.

“Okay, you can turn around now!” Jungkook calls out and when you do, you have to suppress the urge to coo over the boy. Jungkook is practically buried in bubbles, bath toys littered around him as he mindlessly plays with the various Pokémon figures floating about. You want to be shocked at the almost pool-sized bathtub, but really what else did you expect; you’re sure the boys could use it as a mini swimming pool if they really wanted to.

You bend onto your knees to sit on the floor and roll up your sleeve before leaning over to look at the various different bottles on the shelf. Spotting the shampoo bottle, you pick it up and squirt a bit on your hands, rubbing them together. Once it’s nice and lathered, you begin stroking it through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook lets out a small whine and leans further back into you, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feel of you washing his hair.

“You’re very good at washing hair noona. Daddy rubs too hard sometimes,” Jungkook says with a soft sigh and you hum in response. Just as he says that, the bathroom door bangs open and Namjoon drags his two sons in, one under each arm before dropping them into the huge bathtub. The splash from the tub impacts you and you’re almost glad that your top was already wet from Jungkook’s juice spillage earlier.

“NO!” Jimin and Taehyung whine, crossing their arms and sulking.

“Give up kiddos, you’re already in the bath,” Namjoon says and Jimin and Taehyung let out a deep sigh as they continue sulking. However, their sullenness lasts all of two seconds before they become occupied with their toys, playing with each other instead. Taehyung turns to you, his head cocked to the side as he watches you absentmindedly play with Jungkook’s hair.

“Noona! Wash my hair too!” Taehyung says, half swimming half running over to you.

“Noona is really good at washing hair, Daddy!” Jungkook says and you let out a wide grin at his wide-eyed smile towards his father. It was obvious to anyone that Jungkook practically idolised his father.

“Is she now Kook?” Namjoon hums as he begins lathering Jimin’s hair and Jungkook nods furiously. Jungkook moves away from you, moving back to playing with his toys as Taehyung takes his spot. Once again you lather the shampoo in your hands before running your fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

“You should wash each other’s hair!” Jungkook says all of a sudden, and his words are harmless, his tone full of childlike innocence; yet the implications aren’t lost on you and Namjoon. Namjoon lets out a small choked cough while your face heats intensely, unsure of what to say. You, however, are just glad Hoseok and Seokjin are nowhere near to tease you.

“Yeah, daddy! Wash noona’s hair!” Taehyung demands and you’re unsure how to react to any of it.

“Maybe another time Tiger, why don’t you just sit still and let ____ wash your hair, yeah?” Namjoon suggests and Taehyung pouts. Nonetheless, you watch his face light up with mischief and suddenly trepidation colours your veins as you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“If you don’t want to daddy, then I will!” Taehyung says and before either you or Namjoon can stop him, Taehyung is reaching over and wetting your hair with the bathwater and suds. You suddenly still, eyes wide as Taehyung begins playing with your hair.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon thunders sternly and Taehyung freezes, turning to his father in sheepishness. He looks like a puppy that’s just been kicked; however, his hands continue moving, playing with the locks of your hair. You hadn’t been expecting Taehyung to suddenly attack you, but the way he’s standing above you, puppy-eyed while he stares at his father, all while continuing to ‘wash’ your hair, has you bursting out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, voice laced with concern and you laugh even harder before waving him off.

“Ahahaha, I’m fine! Taehyungie, you’re good at washing hair too,” you say with a teasing smile and Taehyung beams at you as he resumes his actions.

“Are you sure? I can stop him if you want me to,” Namjoon says and you shrug.

“I was already wet beforehand. Don’t worry too much about it, I needed to wash my hair today anyway,” you respond with a bright smile. Once again Namjoon regards you with an unreadable expression, causing you to smile lightly at him before resuming washing Taehyung’s hair. Another ten minutes later, and the boys are all clean. Namjoon quickly dries them off and dresses them while you continuously towel off their hair, trying to get it as dry as possible. Once they’re all done, the three of them run out of the bathroom into the twins’ rooms and as soon as they’re out, Namjoon slumps with a sigh.

“Honestly, I’m sorry to make you stay and help but I am grateful. If it weren’t for you, then I don’t think I’d have made it with my sanity intact,” Namjoon gripes, making you let out a low chuckle.

“It was definitely a lot more tiring than I anticipated. Is it always like that?” you ask.

Namjoon hums, “mostly yeah, but it can be better or worse depending on how much sugar they’ve had or how tired they are. Jungkook is the easy one, he loves bath time. The twins not so much, they’d rather just play all the time,” he explains, causing you to nod.

“Yeah, I can see that… Anyway, I should probably get going. It’s getting pretty late,” you say, despite not actually wanting to leave. Namjoon lets out another sigh before nodding.

“I’ll walk you out, just give me a minute,” he says and you let out a small snicker.

“The kids tire you out that much? You’d think you were an old fifty-year-old man, not a young twenty-four-year-old man,” you tease. Namjoon looks at you in shock, and then, all of a sudden, he’s reaching over and tickling you. A small shriek escapes your lips at the unexpected gesture before you break out into a fit of giggles.

“I’ll show you fifty-year-old man!” Namjoon calls out in mock indignation as he continues his assault on you. Wiggling uncontrollably, you let burst into wild laughter, Namjoon’s dextrous fingers drawing out a frenzy of giggles and shrieks.

“Oh my gods! Stop, I’m going to pee! Oh my god I give, I GIVE! I’m sorry for calling you old.” you finally gasp. Instantly, Namjoon stills his actions. He grins from beside you and you stick your tongue out at him. Glancing at the clock behind him, your eyes widen in the slightest before gracing him with a small sheepish smile.

“I really do have to go now though,” you reply and Namjoon nods - doing his best to hide his disappointment. He picks himself off the floor before giving you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. Dusting yourself off, you groan at how wet and clingy your clothes are.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about that! I’ll make it up to you somehow,” Namjoon says and you wave him off.

“Honestly, it’s no issue. Don’t worry too much about it. Spills happen all the time,” you reply.

“Yeah, but I still feel bad. There’s no way you can go home in those clothes. At least, change your top? Here, follow me,” Namjoon says as beckons you to follow him. Briskly, he walks out of the bathroom and disappears into a room just a little further down. Following him, your eyes widening when you realise you’re stood in his bedroom. Momentarily, you wonder how deluded as a fan you’d be labelled if you tweeted that you had been in RM’s bedroom? Perhaps, you’d even be labelled as a stalker - that is if people believed you.

“Here, take this. You can change the top and I’ll wash it for you. You can come get it whenever. The bathroom is down there if you need it,” Namjoon offers, thrusting out one of his hoodies to you before pointing to a door behind him. Part of you wants to decline, but you also know that there’s no possible way you could leave this house with your shirt as wet and wrecked as it is. Gratefully, you accept the clothing from Namjoon, making him smile gently as he leaves you in his room to get changed in private.

Once Namjoon shuts the door you begin unbuttoning your shirt before shrugging it off you. Your arms and stomach feel somewhat tacky rom the juice, so you decide to quickly wash off the feeling with some water in his bathroom. Once you’re happy the stickiness is gone you chuck your top in the hamper before pulling the hoodie over you. Marvelling at the softness at it, you wince when you realise it’s Yves Saint Laurent and for a small moment, you wonder if the man wore anything other than branded clothing.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror you cock your head silently, perusing your figure. Your hair is still wet from Taehyung’s actions and you shake your head in fond exasperation as you realise you’re probably due a deep condition to fix the damage from the soapy water. Your eyes trail over your body, almost chuckling at how small you look in the hoodie. It almost reaches your knees and your hands are practically nowhere to be seen, you didn’t even have sweater paws at the point. You knew Namjoon was a lot bigger than you, but his hoodie really puts it into perspective - especially since it was already oversized on him. After rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie, you turn and look at yourself again.

Suddenly, the silence break, “____? You okay in there?” Namkoon calling out to you as he knocks on the door. Running a hand through your hair, you open the door, smiling up at him shyly.

“Thanks for the hoodie, it feels good to get out of that top. Oh, I left it in the hamper, is that alright?” you ask, pointing towards the wicker basket, causing Namjoon to nod.

“That’s perfect. I called you a taxi while you were getting ready. It’s fully paid for so you don’t have to worry about going from here all the way back home,” Namjoon said.

His words have your eyes widening, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” you begin protesting, knowing how expensive it could be from this part of Seoul to yours, but Namjoon merely waves you off with a reassuring smile.

“Honestly, it’s nothing compared to how much you helped me - and it’s not like I can’t afford it or anything. Please just accept it, as a thank you?” Namjoon reasons. You look at him with wearily, before letting out a defeated sigh. Grinning at you, “Come on, I’ll walk you out,” Namjoon says. Once again, you nod before following him out the door. Temporarily, you both stop at Jungkook’s and the twins’ rooms, waving goodnight to their sleepy figures before you and Namjoon continue walking through his house. It only takes a few moments, but soon, you’re both standing outside, the taxi awaiting you.

You turn to Namjoon and smile softly, “thanks for having me over. Dinner was lovely,” you say, but Namjoon quickly shakes his head.

“You don’t have to thank me! If anything, your help was really appreciated. You made bath time a lot easier on me,” Namjoon says with a light laugh while he rubs the back of his head, making you giggle.

“It may have been a complete mess, but I had fun. Even with Taehyung playing hairdressers,” you tease. Hearing your words, Namjoon groans lowly.

“God, I was mortified when he did that, I would have stopped him but I didn’t realise he was going to. I hope he didn’t offend you too much. And I’m really sorry Jungkook spilt his juice on you,” Namjoon apologises with a deep bow, your eyes widening at the gesture.

“Oh my god, stop apologising! It really wasn’t that bad. I didn’t mind Taehyung washing my hair, it seemed like he was having fun anyway. And in terms of my top… It’s just a top and he didn’t mean it, it was an accident, spills happen all the time. Besides they’re such sweet kids, I don’t think I’d even have the heart to be angry at them,” you say nonchalantly, laughing the situation off.

Namjoon looks at you with a tender smile on his face, “yeah they are. You’re really good with them. Really - as weird as it is to say - I’m kind of glad Jungkook got lost that day,” Namjoon mumbles. Immediately, you look at him in mock disbelief.

“Mr Kim Namjoon, how could you say such a thing about your son?” you joke, your tone light and teasing, causing Namjoon to playfully roll his eyes.

“Stop it, you know what I mean,” he says and you snigger slightly before once again checking the time.

“Yeah I do. I’m glad he got lost too,” you reply with a bright grin. All of a sudden, the taxi honks and the two of you startle. Sheepishly, you grin at him before running towards the taxi while waving at him. Getting into the cab, you watch as Namjoon waves at you - even as you drive away - until he’s nothing but a small ant-sized figure in the distance.

When you can no longer see him, you relax in the back seat of your ride, subtly breathing in the deep scent of Namjoon’s hoodie. The scent washes over you, bringing a certain sense of calmness to your soul. He smells like sandalwood and sugary vanilla - a scent that is almost wholly him. Breathing it in deeply, a smile forms on your lips as his scent takes over your senses before you out the window.

You really were glad Jungkook got lost that day.

a/n: Hi! I hoped you liked it and it was worth the wait. God this chapter was so soft and fluffy I now need to go write 20k of angst 🙃

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