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"A saudade é arrumar o quarto
Do filho que já morreu"
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Other music fans: I want to see my favourite band before I die.
Classic Rock fans: I want to see my favourite band before THEY die.
Precious Kinatsu for my heart (◕‿◕✿)
‘Be Quiet’ - Namjoon (M)
Warning: oral sex (female receiving). Also horrifically domestic and fluffy
Word count: 4K - yeah ok, so this completely got away with me lol I’m just so soft for Namjoon lately, I couldn’t help myself
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“Did you have a nice time, Mr and Mrs Kim?” Yunsoo asks politely as Namjoon stands behind you in the porch, helping you to remove your coat one arm at a time.
“We did. Maybe too much, actually,” he chortles as you nod along agreeably, eyes closed and smile wide. You totally miss the way Yunsoo giggles at your tipsy behaviour - too busy fighting with the straps of your high-heels to catch Namjoon sneaking her an extra large tip on top of her normal fee in hopes that she might not think to mention this to her own mother just a few doors down.
He knows you’ll be mortified if your teenage babysitter lets slip how she’d seen you stumbling up your driveway to the rest of the neighbourhood, so he tries not to mind how decidedly light his wallet feels the time he’s waving her goodbye and shutting the door behind her, ebony ponytail bobbing away in the distance. It’s worth it to maintain the ridiculous smile on your face that he sees when he turns back to you, sat with your knees turned inward, hands outstretched and grabbing for him like some overgrown child.
“Think you can make it up the stairs?” Namjoon helps you up from where you’d plonked yourself down on the last but one step, smiling when you wrinkle your nose at him, apparently offended.
“I haven’t had that many,” you insist, jutting out your bottom lip. He tugs on it, tutting his tongue against the inside of his teeth.
“If you say so, baby.” You grin, mollified by his acquiescence, and seeing you so easily pleased only makes Namjoon smile harder in reply as you begin your ascent to the second floor of your modest, three-bed home.
He’s glad you’ve finally managed to let your hair down for at least one night. You always work so hard, relentlessly striving to be the perfect employee, the perfect mother, the perfect wife; the very best you can be. He tells you it’s unnecessary - that your best is already more than good enough - and yet tonight is still the first time he’s seen you really, truly relax in far too many months now.
“Careful!” he warns in hushed tones as you almost trip halfway up the stairs, hands out and fingers splayed to brace your fall. Luckily, Namjoon saves you quickly enough for you to not to need to worry, his one hand rested on your hip and the other encircling your arm. “You’re gonna wake him.”
At the mention of your little boy, your sweet, sleepy, eyes suddenly ping wide.
“Oh!” you whisper, hurrying up the last couple of steps with such enthusiasm that it’s almost as though you’d forgotten your little boy was there, sleeping soundly where’d you’d left him some few hours earlier. Namjoon’s warning goes completely unheeded; you’re unconcerned with the way the landing floorboards squeak under your excited footsteps, nor the way the bedroom doorknob clunks as you turn it smartly to the right.
Now that you’ve set your sights on something, it surprises Namjoon how fast you’re able to move, and it’s with a cringe that he scrambles after you in hopes of intercepting whatever ill-conceived notion has you creeping towards your son’s crib in the dark, arms outstretched with wanting.
“He’s sleeping,” he hisses under his breath, slipping inside after you and shutting the door to as quietly as he can, “Leave him!” You pause just long enough to look over at your shoulder at him, a thin sliver of light from the hallway illuminating the angles of your face and the colourful animals that decorate the wall stood behind you. The mural had been painstakingly painted there by Jungkook just days before your son’s arrival into the world, and even now the sight of it makes Namjoon smile.
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