Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Twenty-Five

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes as your relished in his embrace.

"I know." You said.

He hummed, hands subconsciously playing with the ends of your hair.

"What am I going to do when you're gone?" He asked.

"Take some cooking classes?" You teased.

His face fell, hands pulling you away from his chest as he stared at you with a stern expression.

"I'm serious." He scolded. "How can I just go back to normal when I've met someone like you?"

"I can come back and visit sometime..." You said. "Since you finally bought a phone, we can keep in contact...."

He shook his head.

"I don't want that." He said. "I want you to stay with me...I want to be with you."

You remained silent for a few minutes, eyes boring into his.

"I can't stay here...You know that."

His eyes got bigger as he pulled you closer.

"We don't have to stay here." He said. "We can go somewhere else...I can take you anywhere...we could be together."

You bit your lip. You didn't want to go home. Not even a little bit...the last thing you wanted was to see your mother again.

"I don't know-"

"Please." He pleaded. "You said it yourself...There's nothing for you back there..."

"And what about your family?" You asked, becoming serious. "You can't just leave them."

He nodded.

"I can." He countered. "I can leave them for you...I will leave them for you."

"Namjoon-"

"I love you."

You froze at his words, eyes widening in surprise.

Neither of you had ever said those words before...you had never uttered the confession that you knew would change everything.

Your heart fluttered as he gently pecked your lips.

"You don't have to go back." He breathed against your skin. "You don't have to stay here...we will run away together...we can go somewhere beautiful."

You swallowed.

"L-Like France?"

He laughed, nodding his head.

"Yes." He said. "I'll take you to France...I'll take you anywhere....I promise."

You smiled at him, resting your forehead against his and kissing the tip of his nose.

"I-I love you too."

His smile widened at your words, rolling you both over and softly placing you down on the blankets beneath you, the fire roaring in the background.

"Then run away with me." He whispered.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair.

"Those are not the words of a gentleman, Mr. Kim." You teased.

He smirked, hand looping beneath your leg and pulling it up to hook over his hip.