dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

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My head pounded so hard, the sun peeking from the curtains made it even worse. I pulled my blanket over my face and groaned, unable to remember last night's incident until I was fully awake. I sat up in one movement scanning the room for Namjoon, he was nowhere to be found.

I tiptoed into the living area and still no sign of him, I headed towards the bathroom and pushed open the door. A thud could be heard from the other side, startling me.

"What the heck?" I mumbled.

"Ah, hold on. I'm almost dry." his voice from the other side of the door said, before he opened it, him being just in a towel.

"I gotta pee.." I mumbled, pulling him out of the bathroom, and slamming the door in his face.

"You didn't have to kick me out, I've seen it all." I smacked the door, hoping to startle him.

"Why? I totally love your body!" He chuckled.

"I swear, if you don't let me have my coffee before you start this shit, I'll end you."

"Ok, ok. Gosh someone's moody. Be glad I'm used to it."