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Cottage | KNJ

1.6k words 
husband!namjoon a female!reader
no warnings other than fluff

"Is the tea almost ready?" Namjoon asks from outside the door attached to the kitchen that led outside into the screened in patio area.

"Almost. Did you pick a book?" You ask from the oven where you carefully poured the steaming water into each mug, mesmerized by the way the clear water turned a whisky gold the second it hit the tea leaves.

"I did!" He grins, poking his head into the kitchen, showing off his deep dimples that you couldn't help but fall in love with all over again.

You grabbed the mugs with gentle precision with the crocheted holders his Mother had made you both for your new home and wandered toward the room where he waited, quietly humming.

"Which one?" You ask, setting the mugs down on the table next to swing you had planned to lay in.

"A Room With A View." He reads, turning to show you the deep red cover. "Wanna hear what it's about?"

"Do I ever?" You quirk with a smile, striking a match to light the candles around the quiet area. The sun had set an hour ago, leaving the wind to die down to a comfortable breeze.

Namjoon climbed into the swing first, lifting the bundle of blankets enough for you to slide in beside him and curl up as close to him as you wanted. One arm slid around your frame and the other he used to hold the handle of his navy blue mug and sip a bit of his tea.

"I want it to be a surprise Jooni." He mocks in what was supposed to be you voice after finishing a few gulps. The way he could drink a hit liquid so quickly without burning his mouth or throat always amazed you.

"I do." You defend, smacking his chest lightly before grabbing the book and putting it into his free hand, eager to start.

"Why don't you read it?" He pouts, knowing he was going to read anyway but still refusing to actually grab the paperback you tried shoving into his palm.

"Because I had to make the tea." Thanks to the God of destruction. You allowed him to make it ONE time and then the both of you were off to the ER because someone spilled boiling water down their leg.

"Fair enough." He hums in remembrance of the accident, setting down his mug and kissing the crown of your head. You had used the same fruity shampoos since he'd met you and yet he still couldn't help taking in a deep whiff whenever he got the chance.

After he was content, he opened the book, careful not to tear the spine. He was always so gentle with literature, a big difference from the way he handled everything else like the fine China you were gifted by your Grandmother. You'd both agreed not to tell her about that poor saucer that didn't quite make it onto the hutch shelf.

You would settle in to read and drink tea every Sunday night to relax before the upcoming week. But like every Sunday you quickly lost interest in the story and stared at his lips as he spoke, pouting them out with every word. He was so calming, everything about him made your body and mind relax. Except for when he attempted to do anything in the kitchen, your anxiety was through the roof then.

You liked to reminisce on old memories while he read like your first dates and how awkward he'd been, all while trying to mask it with confidence. Luckily you found his faux cockiness cute.

You reminisced on the memories of dating and people telling you how lucky you were to have found someone who would always truly love you. Everyone accepted you as a couple. There were never any issues, just bliss. Being with him was like a real life fairytale as much as you hated putting it that way because it was too cheesy.