Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Twenty-Five

He laughed, nodding his head.

"I know." He said. "But I think you'll like this one."

You could only hear shuffling as you tried to decipher what exactly he was planning.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You nodded, smiling like an idiot.

"Okay." He breathed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "You can take it off now."

You reached up, pulling the blindfold off of your eyes.

A soft gasp left your lips as a familiar object was placed in front of you.

A small box with two gloves caught your attention.

They looked exactly the same. Although they were much bigger now, their rainbow color was just as bright as you remembered and the fabric was just as smooth and soft.

You couldn't stop yourself from feeling a bit emotional.

He remembered.

You slowly reached forward, grabbing the gloves and pulling them into your chest.

"Do you like them?" Namjoon hummed from behind you. "I know that they probably aren't the same, but I-"

His words were cut off as your lips crashed against his, arms wrapping around his neck as you embraced him passionately, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You had never been more happy.

His eyes were wide with shock, heart pounding in his chest as you pulled away a huge smile on your face as you began to put the gloves on your hands.

He blinked in surprise.

You just kissed him.

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"I didn't know you could cook."

You chuckled as you sat down in front of the fireplace, the numerous blankets beneath you cushioning your butt from the hard floor.

Namjoon blushed, shaking his head.

"Actually, I ordered it..." He confessed. "I tried cooking and nearly burned down the whole house."

You nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"So that's why the sink is full of burned pots and pans."

His head snapped up.

"You knew?" He gasped.

You laughed, nodding your head.

"Of course I knew." You said. "You have broken more things in the time I've known you than I have in my entire life....I figured you'd be clumsy in the kitchen too."

He stuck out his bottom lip, crossing his arms.

"You could have told me that you knew, instead of letting me make a fool out of myself."

You smiled widely, positioning yourself on his lap and resting your head against his chest.

"I thought it was cute and I wanted to humor you for a bit."

He grumbled beneath his breath, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

"You're going home tomorrow." He deadpanned, eyes watching the fire in front of him.