161229 Beautiful ft. Namjoon       Namjoon stands restlessly outside her house as he waits for his girl to come out. He’d called her earlier to tell her he’s here and she gave the typical ‘five more minutes’ answer. Pacing up and down the corridor of her apartment, he chews on his lower lip as he prepares himself to wait some twenty minutes.   However true to her words, and unexpected to Namjoon, the door flies open just past her stipulated time. His breath catches in as he looks at her.   “How do I look?”   Perfect, Namjoon almost answers immediately. He takes the chance to admire her from head to toe. Softly curled hair, a moderately y dress that moulds to her figure and matching high heels. He frowns at her choice of footwear but this is nothing unanticipated. He already has plasters and a pair of flats prepared in his car.   “Not good?” She asks. Had she noticed his frown? Looking up to meet her gaze, Namjoon smiles.    “You look beautiful as always,” he tells her. Then, remembering something, he brandishes the bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding behind his back. Her lips stretch into a smile that reaches her eyes. Her lips… Namjoon notices that they’re redder than she normally wears them and dark shadow deeply smokes her usually clean eyes. Like camera lenses on focus, the flowers blur against her captivating features.   “Happy anniversary,” he says, pulling her in for a quick peck on those alluring lips. She’s caught off guard for a moment but as she comes to her senses, she stifles a giggle.   “Happy anniversary,” she returns as she reaches up and runs her thumb across his lips. A light shade of red tints her thumb when she retracts her hand. Namjoon continues to stand dazedly even as she goes back in to vase her flowers. Standing before him again, she pokes him back to reality and naturally straightens the bow he’d tied around his collar. He clears his throat as if it could hide the flush of his cheeks.   “Shall we go?” He asks, offering his arm. She links her own arm through his and lets him lead them to where he’d park his car downstairs.   Like the gentleman h