With You, I Draw Out My Future
PG | One-shot | Jin/fem!Rap Monster
A few years along the road...
Sequel to What Am I to You?
A/N: I hate making titles. First drabble in forever. Inspired by one small scene at the beginning of Flash Forward. Title and cut from Bangtan Boys' Miss Right. Cross-posted on AFF.
It’s an early morning when Seokjin opens up a safe that he used to place his favorite bottle of perfume. There is one simple yellow post-it with the words: “You’re a terrible husband. I hate you.”
He chuckles and put his perfume on before walking towards his bed where his wife was lying down on her side. He kisses her temple with all the love he could muster and then he whispered, “I hate you too.”
He hears her groan and say, “Like I said; terrible husband. How could you wake me up when it’s still…”
“…7 AM, love.”
“Fuck you.”
“You fail at writing cheesy notes.”
“I’ll leave that to your high school self.”
“How can you open my safe anyway? I put my perfume in the safe because you keep using it and they’re limited edition.”
“You’re easy to read; it’s either my birthday or our wedding day.”
“I may change it later,” Seokjin says as he rubs on his wife’s very pregnant belly, “to our son’s birth date.”
Namjoon smiles and turns around, leaning forward to give Seokjin a kiss on his lips.
“You basically just told me your new password, you know that, right?”
“…damn it.”
A few years along the road...
Sequel to What Am I to You?
A/N: I hate making titles. First drabble in forever. Inspired by one small scene at the beginning of Flash Forward. Title and cut from Bangtan Boys' Miss Right. Cross-posted on AFF.
It’s an early morning when Seokjin opens up a safe that he used to place his favorite bottle of perfume. There is one simple yellow post-it with the words: “You’re a terrible husband. I hate you.”
He chuckles and put his perfume on before walking towards his bed where his wife was lying down on her side. He kisses her temple with all the love he could muster and then he whispered, “I hate you too.”
He hears her groan and say, “Like I said; terrible husband. How could you wake me up when it’s still…”
“…7 AM, love.”
“Fuck you.”
“You fail at writing cheesy notes.”
“I’ll leave that to your high school self.”
“How can you open my safe anyway? I put my perfume in the safe because you keep using it and they’re limited edition.”
“You’re easy to read; it’s either my birthday or our wedding day.”
“I may change it later,” Seokjin says as he rubs on his wife’s very pregnant belly, “to our son’s birth date.”
Namjoon smiles and turns around, leaning forward to give Seokjin a kiss on his lips.
“You basically just told me your new password, you know that, right?”
“…damn it.”