dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

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The pain behind my eyes was the signal it was morning time. I opened one eye and found the place spotless, and a light breeze across my body. I sat up to stretch and found myself in a different shirt than I arrived in. I must have looked confused when Namjoon brought me a pain killer and water.

"It's all I had clean enough after you got sick all over yourself and me."

The light dress shirt hung off my shirt frame. I was still in my shorts but only had my bra on underneath. I flushed red, I was embarrassed as I stook up off the couch.

"I am very sorry! This is why we haven't drunk in forever. Last time I tried to sell you my arm to that homeless guy then you went home with that Jes... ica lady."

Namjoon avoided my gaze the entire time, making me uncomfortable. "What's wrong Joonie?"

"Do you really feel that way?"

"Like what? I feel fine." I said looking for invisible gunshot wounds.

"You told me you loved me."

The speed at which I left his house was probably surprising to him, I didn't say goodbye or anything. I ran home in bare feet and his dress shirt, ignoring the neighbor's stares as I shut my house door behind me.