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Cafuné | K.NJ - M.YG

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗒/𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟣.𝟩𝗄 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇

a/n: i know i talked about switching the pov/story flow a while back and this is the start of that change. from now on this story will no longer be a y/n fic. i will refer to the reader as 'you' with she/her pronouns.

a/n 2: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all…so yeah. sorry for mistakes.

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

The scent of melted butter and pork fat wakes you from your sleep. Tucked away in the thick blankets of Namjoon’s bed, you snuggle deeper into the warmth and yawn. Your body feels heavy, weighed down by the promise of sweet dreams and peaceful slumber. The smell of the food pokes at some horrible memory from the past of Namjoon and an open flame on the stove top.

As if struck by lightning, you bolt out of bed, cursing as your bare feet touch the cold hardwood; quickly you shove your feet into a pair of indigo house slippers and rush out the room. Darting down the hall, you find yourself in the threshold of the kitchen, where Namjoon stands in a light grey oversized shirt with his back turned.

“What are you doing?!”

Your panicked voice makes Namjoon jump with a shout and the plate in his hand crashes to the floor. The black ceramic shatters into pieces and food goes all over, making a mess.

“Shit!”

“Fuck! S-Sorry!”

You hurry around the island to help Namjoon clean up but he holds out his hands and pushes you away from the mess lightly.

“Sit down, Poppy. I got this.”

Feeling bad for scaring him, you do as you’re told and sit at the island silently. Namjoon hikes the bottom of his black sweat pants up around his ankles, squats down in front of the sink and pulls out a handheld vacuum. Carefully, he vacuums up the mess and uses a damp cloth to wipe the floor before he empties the vacuum into the trash. Putting the vacuum away, Namjoon stands to his full height and leans against the island with a small frown on his face.

“You okay?”

You nod your head and sigh, “I’m so sorry, Joonie. I-I smelt the butter and I thought you were going to burn down the kitchen like back in college.”

Namjoon’s lips twitch as he fights back a smile and he runs a hand through his hair, “I’m not a total lost cause, you know. I can cook kimchi pancakes just fine a-and I make a pretty mean pork belly soup.”

“Did I ruin breakfast? We can grab something on our way into the office if we-” You look past Namjoon at the clock on the stove and your eyes widen. “Shit! Joonie we’re fucking late!”

“Wait. Wait! Relax.” Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his neck, the bones cracking as he does so. “I’m not going into the office today and since I’m not there, you won’t be either.”

“But-”

“Ah, ah! No buts, Poppy. Eat your breakfast and relax. I’ll be in my office for a few hours finishing up some things.”

“Namjoon-”

Namjoon waves off your concern and turns back to the stove. “Give me fifteen minutes and breakfast will be done.”

“Do you want help?”

“I’m good. Why don’t you go wash up?”

You stare at Namjoon’s back for a few moments before nodding your head. Looking down at your pajamas (a pair of white sleep pants with half eaten peaches and a black crop top with the same half eaten peach in the center that says ‘just peachy’ underneath is white cursive font), you agree that maybe a shower would be good. You’re sure you saw a sweater set hanging in Namjoon’s closet that looks comfy enough to change into. It’s something that Namjoon purchased to keep at his place and you have yet to wear it.

“Holler if you need me.”

Namjoon hums in acknowledgement and you leave the kitchen to get washed up and dressed in actual clothes. Namjoon’s bathroom is nice. All sleek grey tile with white and blue accents. It fits Namjoon’s personality nicely and it always puts a smile on your face when you see small hints of yourself mixed in. An orange toothbrush rests beside Namjoon’s black, a fluffy lime green robe hangs on the back of the bathroom door next to his dark blue one and there is a bottle of dark cherry and vanilla body wash in the corner of his shower.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you step out of the shower and stand on the mat quickly patting yourself dry. Slipping the robe onto your body, you tie a loose knot around your waist and proceed to brush your teeth before you start your skincare routine.

Your skincare products are tucked away on the right side of the sink while Namjoon’s sits on the left side. Pulling the shower cap from off your head, you hang it up to dry and exit the bathroom. The scent of food is stronger now and your stomach growls at the promise of food. Walking over to the dresser, you grab your giant bottle of vanilla scented oil cream and sit on the edge of the bed. Pumping the cool cream into your palm, you rub your hands together and slather it onto your legs.

Sliding the robe off your shoulders until it falls to your waist, you apply the cream to your arms, breast and stomach. Fixing the robe back onto your shoulders, you head back into the bathroom and pile your passion twists onto the top of your head before grabbing a white head wrap and creating a cute style to keep your hair out of your face.

You hear Namjoon shout that the food is ready and hurry to get dressed. You’re pleased by the sweater outfit that Namjoon picked. It’s simple enough, light cream ribbed knit pants that hug your thighs and flare out around your ankles to cover your feet with an off the shoulder crop top that has long flowing split sleeves. Sliding your feet back into your house slippers, you skip out to the hallway and make your way to the kitchen. Namjoon is still standing up, setting the table for the two of you. Hearing your footfalls, he looks up and grins.

“You look comfy,” Namjoon comments as he places two glasses down on the table.

“This material is really soft. I love it.”

As you sit at the island, Namjoon goes to the fridge, “What do you want to drink?”

“Do you still have that tangerine green tea?”

“From the other week?” Namjoon double checks his fridge and sure enough, the bottle has been pushed to the back. Silently, Namjoon grabs the bottle and carries it over to the table. He fills your glass with the sweet citrus tea and places it on the island before he sits down with his coffee in front of his plate.

“So…” You pucker your lips into a duck pout and Namjoon sips his coffee loudly making you laugh while he chuckles. “Why aren’t we at work?”

“We-” Namjoon points between himself and you before he sets his coffee mug down, “need a fucking break. When’s the last time you slept this late?”

“That’s not a good reason-”

“I’m the boss and I say it is, so it is.”

Namjoon grabs his chopsticks and you know this conversation is over. Sighing, you pick up your own chopsticks and pull apart the kimchi pancake. You pair it with some rice and pork belly, smiling as the flavors dance on your tongue. Okay, so maybe Namjoon can cook…a little bit.

Sitting on Namjoon’s couch with your legs stretched out is heaven. His couch is comfy, just the right amount of firm and plush as you watch another episode of ‘Tale of the Nine Tailed’. From beside you, your phone pings with a notification and you glance down, smiling when you see Yoongi’s name.

Yoongi: Enjoying your skip day 🫤

You giggle at the use of the emoji and quickly text Yoongi back letting him know that Namjoon chose to work from home and gave you the day to relax.

Yoongi: Jimin-ssi sent a package for you 👀

You: 🤔👀

Yoongi: I’m not opening it 🙄

You find yourself smiling at your phone and look up towards the hallway where Namjoon’s office is, screaming when you see Namjoon standing at the back of the couch. Your arms jerk and your phone goes flying to the floor, landing on the screen.

“Jesus!” You shout, throwing a hand over your heart. “How is your big ass so fucking quite?”

Namjoon laughs, his shoulders shaking as he rounds the corner of the couch and squats down to grab your phone from the floor.

“Is the screen fine?”

Namjoon looks at your phone, the screen lighting up at the new angle and he sees Yoongi’s name on the uncracked screen.

“It’s fine…sorry for scaring you.”

Namjoon rises and plops down on the couch, sitting on your toes before he hands you the phone. You double check to make sure Namjoon isn’t lying about the screen and see no damage.

“Are you done working?” You question and look up from your phone.

Namjoon has a frown on his face and he is just staring at you. You raise an eyebrow and wiggle your toes underneath his thigh.

“Hello? Joonie?”

His silence makes you set your phone on the coffee table and pull your toes out from under him. You crawl into Namjoon’s lap and squish his face between your hands. His lips pucker out into a pout and you start making quacking noses. Namjoon’s pouty frown slowly turns into a dimpled smile and he gently grabs your wrists, pulling your hands from his face.

Namjoon’s touch is soft and you raise an eyebrow as he brings your hands to his chest. He leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You drum your fingers to the beat of his heat and hum softly as Namjoon’s weight sags against you.

“Tired?” You whisper and Namjoon doesn’t answer for a short while before he nods his head. You coo at your large friend and carefully twist your wrists from his grasp. Silently, you wrap your arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and play with the shortened hair at the nape of his neck. Using your full body weight, you lean to the side and pull Namjoon down so that the both of you are laying on your sides on the couch. Namjoon hikes his feet up, bending his knees and you wrap your legs around his waist while his face buries into your neck.

You continue to hum softly and start to card your fingers through his hair as his breathing starts to slowly even out. Your eyes grow heavy and you rest your cheek against the top of Namjoon’s head as you nod off to sleep with him holding you close.

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