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Mom still hasn't come home yet.

I'm not gonna act like I don't like being alone with Namjoon. However at the end of the day she is still my mom and I miss her.

I mean she could at least text me back to see if I was okay, she just doesn't care I guess.

I looked to my side as Namjoon. His fingers delicately touch the ends of my dry curls, his eyes marvel in awe every time they bounced up and down like a slinky toy. I didn't bother straightening my hair after our shower together this morning for some reason and now he's just playing in my hair.

"I wanna see you wear your hair curly more, it looks so pretty on you" Namjoon declared. I couldn't help but smile at his appreciation of my hair.

"Mmm.. maybe, I don't know" I shrugged nonchalantly.

He frowns. "No.." Namjoon suddenly launches forward and tackles me. I was on my back giggling as he held me down, gazing seriously in my eyes. "Say yes.." He looks so serious right now but still it's so funny.

"Okay fine, I'll wear it curly but only for you" I say still laughing and he immediately smiles in agreement.

"Good.." He says before leaning in to kiss me gently.

I savored his taste. Both our mouths moved, slow and gentle, exploring each other carefully, hesitantly. His hand moved to hold the sides of my head and neck, under her chin, pulling me as tenderly as I could.

When we separated, he looked deep into my eyes.

My chest was heavy as I exhaled to regain my breath. "Namjoon.." I whisper his name.

"Yes baby?" His deep voice was music to my ears. He leaned forward to brush his nose against mine. My chest flutters harshly in my chest when he kisses me again with a few light pecks.

"Did mom ever tell you where she went last night?" I mumbled against his lips.

After I said that he abruptly stopped mid kiss to look at me with a sort of incredulous look. I instantly felt a sense of cringe in myself now realizing it wasn't exactly the best time to bring her up.

"Sorry for bringing her up.." I muttered.

Namjoon simply laughs when leaning back to sit on the couch in his previous position. "It's fine, but no. She never told me where she went"

I also sat up and moved a little closer to Namjoon. I could see in his face that he was a bit tense from the mention of my mother. Does he really hate her that much now?

"Were you serious last night... about the divorce?" I say letting my curiosity take wing.

He sat back on the couch, to sit more comfortably when looking directly at me. "I meant it Bora, I have no desire to be with your mother anymore" He clarifies.

It didn't know what else to say exactly to that. Deep down I was happy to hear it, but I didn't wanna get my hopes up too soon. I wish I could just ask him why he does all of it but he probably won't give me the answer to that right now.

"So when you two are no longer together, where would that leave us?" I say breaking the brief silence.

"Well you'll of course stay with me" He replied.

My fingers crossed over each other as I began to fiddle with them. "Yeah, but what would our relationship be?" I asked when looking down at my hands to avoid eye contact.

"I don't know, what would you like our relationship to be?"

I take a deep breath before speaking. "boyfriend and girlfriend..." I mumbled barely audible to even myself as I was so nervous to say it out loud.

"What did I say about looking at me when you talk to me?" He asserts in his deep voice.

I was a bit hesitant but eventually I looked back up. Seeing his eyes already made me even more nervous but I try to be as calm as I possibly could.

"I want us to be my boyfriend and girlfriend" I say with a shaky breath.

Now waiting on his response. Namjoon doesn't give one right away as he just looks at me. Fixated in my direction when thinking quietly in his head. I couldn't tell what he was thinking when suddenly a small smile forms on his beautiful lips.

"If that's what you want than I want that-"

I don't give him a chance to even fully finish when leaning forward to kiss him. He of course kisses me back making my chest hurt in agonizing pain for how much love I was feeling right now.

Why was I so nervous that he wouldn't want to be with me in that way? It doesn't make sense but I'm so happy.

Breaking the kiss, I lean back to peer into his eyes. I couldn't help but giggle. I wanna tell him how much I love him but I can't. It was already hard enough telling him I want us to be a couple but if I told him I loved him right now he might not tell me he feels the same and I just can't hear that right now.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Namjoon randomly suggests.

I looked over at the window to see how dark it was outside. "...Sure" A late night movie sounds fun actually. "What kind of movie do you wanna watch?" I continued.

"Let's watch a scary movie..."

I frowned my eyebrows immediately as I turned to him. "I hate scary movies" I say in protest when I see him grabbing the remote from the stand on his side.

"Mm.. Well I wanna see it even more now" Namjoon smiled wide showing his cute dimples, and I playfully hit him on his arm. I honestly hate scary movies with a passion but I guess I could watch it just this once with him.

I sighed. "Whatever, I'll watch it"

Before the movie started I quickly ran to my room and brought blankets to hide under incase I got scared. I then sat down on the couch that was so big it could fit twenty people but Namjoon decided to sit so close to me barely leaving any space between us.

I had the weird idea of sitting on his lap. He then took my blanket and we were both under it.

As the movie was playing, his arms were firmly around my waist holding me close as his head rested on my shoulder.

I could barely focus on the movie. It was fairly boring and not even that scary but the fact that Namjoon's breath was ghosting on my neck was not helping at all. Every so often I would adjust myself a little whenever something scary would pop up and I noticed his grip on my waist tighten.

"Bora" Namjoon softly whispers my name, his lips just barely touching my neck making my body tingle.

"Yes..." I quickly replied.

"Please stop moving so much," Namjoon's voice was firm yet soft.

I opened my mouth to say something when I unexpectedly sneezed harshly, making me move forward a little. I shifted to move back a little only to pause when suddenly feeling his growing bulge underneath my ass.

I don't know what comes over me when a small grin falls on my lips. I wanna play with him.

Moving my hips a little more to feel his growing bulge, I immediately hear him groan in discomfort. Going further I press my bottom down on him. I could hear him get louder as I was now essentially grinding on him and I bit my bottom lip to hold my laughter at his distress.

He then unwrapped his arms to grip on my waist to forcefully make me stop. "Do you not fucking listen?"

"What are you talking about?" I willfully act dumb.

He lifts his head and kisses the back of my ear. "You must want to be punished if you're purposely not listening to me, right?" He asks calmly, sounding kinda scary and exciting at the same time.

"I guess I do.." I say simply.

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A/N:
Should there be smut in next chapter or conflict, what do you think?

Plus I hope you enjoyed :)