dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

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Things went smoothly for the rest of the month, move dirty talking and more acting in front of him. It must have been noon before I woke up this morning. I stepped down the stairs, shower fresh and in a sundress. My brother sat at the kitchen table working on something on his laptop.

"Kookie, where is the rolling pin?" I asked pulling the ingredients for pie out.

"Did you check your room?" He asked quizically.

"Why would it be there?" I peaked my head at him with a tilt and a squint.

"Well, with the sounds I heard from your room last night and I know you don't have a boyfriend..."

"Yah! That's gross. Wear headphones next time!" I yelled at him, my face becoming bright red.

I found the pin, and continued on with my baking idea. I tried to use the electric mixer my mother had given me, turning the dial to watch it spin. I added the flour making it fly into the air because the mixer was set to a too high of a speed. After cleaning up I managed to get the pie in the oven and open up my phone, a message from Namjoon.

Namu: How were your exams Aya?

Aya: They weren't hard at all daddy.

Namu: Then maybe I'll show you something Hard...

Aya: Mmm, show me everything you can.