"Mmm..." You roll over, your bare skin coming into contact with cold sheets. You shiver slightly as a chill runs down your spine. You curl into a ball as you draw your comforter tighter around your body. You want to look at the time on your phone, but you can't will your eyes to open even a fraction of a centimeter.

You hear a quiet tapping at your window, then it opens. The sound is as faint as a whisper. He's here. You keep still, your eyes shut; even though you're grinning a mile wide inside.

Namjoon silently pads over to your bed. He slides in between your sheets and covers and curls up close to you. "Hey," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you.

You smile, leaning into him. His body heat seeps deep into your bones, slowly warming you. "Why'd you come?"

"You don't want to see me?" Namjoon's voice carries a teasing lilt. "Maybe I should take back the surprise I have for you..."

At this, your smile widens. "I told you, you don't have to buy me things, Joon. But what is it?" Your hands roam up and down his body, trying to feel for something.

Namjoon laughs and gently runs his fingers through your hair. "You won't find it." He kisses your forehead. "I hid it somewhere and you can only find it if you ki—"

You press your lips to his, over and over; peppering his mouth with tiny kisses.

"Mmm," Namjoon chuckles as he kisses you back. "Baby, Baby..." He moans against your mouth. He slips his shirt off and you hear it fall into a pile on the floor.

"Give it to me, Joonie," you murmur, tugging on his lower lip with your teeth. Namjoon shivers in response, pulling you into him with such a ferocity that you're left momentarily breathless. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His lips press against your neck and stay there; gently sucking and biting at the skin. "Can I have it yet?" Your voice comes out in a breathless gasp.

"Keep your eyes closed." Namjoon's lips leave your neck, and you feel him sit up straight. He takes your hand and gently presses his lips to the inside of your wrist. You hear a soft, musical tinkling as he fastens something around your wrist. "Now open them." You can hear the smile in his voice.

You open your eyes, and your gaze immediately falls on the charm bracelet on your wrist. "Namjoon..." You feel a smile creep across your face. "What's this for?"

"Don't you know what today is?" Namjoon chuckles. "It's been a year since we met. This year of sneaking into your room and spending every night together has made me realize something." He pauses, and your breath catches in your throat. "I'm in love with you."

"What?" The word leaves your mouth in a laugh. "You...?" Namjoon presses his lips to your jaw, and eventually they find their way to your mouth again. "I..." You pull away from the kiss in order to focus on the matter at hand.

Namjoon studies you, his gaze searching your face as you try to gather your thoughts. He reaches for your hand, taking it gently. He rubs his thumb in small circles against the skin in between your thumb and forefinger. "Take your time," he murmurs.

"What makes you say you love me?" You can't bring yourself to look at him. Instead you focus on his hands, gently squeezing his fingers. No boy has ever said those words to you. You wonder if Namjoon's just playing with you. Has he been doing that this whole time?

For a moment, Namjoon is silent. You feel a mirthless laugh start to bubble in your chest. "Remember when we met?" When he speaks, you're immediately sucked back into the memory.

It was the first party of the summer season. You honestly didn't want to go out that night, but your friends kept pestering you about it. You figured you'd pass the time with a few drinks. If I have to go to this party, I'm catching a buzz, you thought to yourself as you and your friends got ready. By the time you finished, you were dressed to kill. You know you said you didn't want to go out, but getting yourself all dolled up boosted your mood considerably. You shifted your posture and puckered your lips at your reflection in the mirror.

"Look at Y/N!" Your friends giggled as they watched you. "She's feelin' herself!"

"Damn right, I am!" you grinned, turning to face your friends. They whooped and hollered as you headed out. You were sure your group looked and sounded like a herd of banshees as you pulled into the liquor store. "Stock up on your bottles of choice, ladies!" As soon as the words were spoken, you fanned out in the aisles, looking for the poison of the night. You settled on an old favorite: a bottle of X Rated. The liquor is sweet, fruity, and easy to drink.

Once everyone had their drinks in hand, you finally left for the party. You could actually hear the music from the party down the street. Cars lined the entirety of the street, so you had to park the next street over. Your friends filled the air with chatter as you walked to the house. People streamed around the area like bees in a hive.

"Hey, beautiful!" Catcalls rang out in the wake of your group. You're used to this type of attention, so your group took it in stride, not even giving the cat-callers a second glance.

When you entered the house, you had to navigate through a crush of people by the front door. This is another thing you're used to; you and your friends automatically linked hands, holding tightly to each other as you hunted for a spot to stand. After a few minutes, you found a suitable place to stand, and your group simultaneously pulled out their bottles. You took a swig of your liquor and grinned as the warmth of the drink spread throughout your body. A certain song came on, and that's all it took. Everyone in the house rocked with a roaring "OHHHH!!"

As the party went on, your friends branched out, getting pulled away by various men. You stayed alone, rejecting any advances thrown your way. That is, until a certain boy named Namjoon caught your eye from across the party. He was tall and lean, and he gave you a come-over-here grin. You gave him a small smile in return, and made your way over to him.

You drank together, sharing shots from your bottle of liquor. But he was a terrible lightweight. He swayed on his feet and grinned. Eventually, he separated from you and wandered away. You tried to keep an eye on him, but you lost him in the crowd. Your friends found you then, pulling you along with them; you danced with them, forgetting about Namjoon for a moment.

As the night continued, you ran into Namjoon again. He grinned when he saw you, coming over and pulling you into a warm hug. "Ah~ I had hoped I would see you again~ I... I..." He trailed off and collapsed against you. You staggered under the sudden drop of his weight, but managed to hold him upright.

"Hey," you murmured into his ear. "Hey, hey." There was no response. Your arms started to shake as you attempted to keep him up.

"Here we go." Another man came forward and took the boy; relieving you of his weight. "Is he with you?"

Without a second of hesitation, you nodded. "He's with me. It's time for us to go. Can you take him to my car while I find my friends?"

You quickly located your friends and informed them of the situation. They quickly extricated themselves from their partners, giving them farewell kisses and caresses. Then you all hurried out to the car.

After Namjoon was safely situated in the backseat, you slid in beside him, leaning his head against your shoulder. On the drive home, Namjoon started to stir. He groaned and found your hand, squeezing it. When the car pulled up to the front of your house, Namjoon stumbled out of the car as he tried to keep his weight off you. You kept your arm firmly around his waist as you guided him to the front door.

Once you were inside, you led Namjoon over to your room, letting him fall back onto your bed. "I'm gonna take off your shoes, okay?" you said, squatting down to take his shoes off.

Once that was done, Namjoon sat up, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt. "Where am I?"

"I brought you home," you replied, glancing at him as you changed into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. "I hope you don't mind, but I didn't know who you went to the party with and I wanted to be sure you'd be safe."

Namjoon looked at you, eyes bleary with confusion and over-consumption of alcohol. " 'M gonna... sleep..." He rolled over, closing his eyes again.

"Drink some water first." You hurried over to the kitchen to get him a glass. When you came back, you gently shook him. "Just drink a little bit, so you don't feel like shit in the morning."

Namjoon downed the glass, falling onto his back once again. You gazed down at him for a second, then turned off the light. You took a pillow off the bed and laid down on the floor.

You closed your eyes, but then Namjoon spoke. "Hey." His voice was thick and raspy.

"Do you need anything?" you asked.

"Come here," he replied. "You can't sleep wherever you're at. Sleep in the bed, too." You heard him start to stir, and you quickly got to your feet.

"Okay, okay," you said, sliding into bed beside him. "I'm right here."

Namjoon sighed, content. Then he put his arm around you and pulled you close. "You're an angel, aren't you?"

"No," you giggled. "I'm just me; nothing special."

"Naaah~" You could hear the smile in his voice. "You're an angel. Believe me."

"You called me an angel," you murmur.

"I think I loved you since that night," Namjoon says. "I don't think anyone else would've taken care of me like you did. You're my angel, Y/N."

"Joon, I—" you cut yourself off, covering your face with your hands. "I love you." You pull Namjoon into a hard kiss. "I'll always be your angel."

I'm back, I'm back! I got a job y'all! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! I hope y'all enjoyed this imagine! Talk to me in the comments! 😘