Namjoon is kissing me.

He's kissing me.

His lips are on my lips.

I'm gonna pee myself.

After a moment of struggling to control my bladder, I come to my senses and before I know it, I'm kissing the superhero back.

He pulls away and grins down at me, dimples showing and I realize I might still pee myself.

"You are a stupid super adorable superhero, dimples," I say, staring at his lips. "And I love you for that."

"Oh. You said it back. I'm gonna pee myself," he says, eyes widening and I snort in laughter.

"Maybe we are soulmates," I say, grinning at him before remembering that we're going to die on this rooftop.

"Hello?" We hear a voice and realize that the door has been opened and my awful neighbor is standing there staring at us. "Why the fuck are you on the roof?"

"I've never been so happy to see you!" I exclaim, rushing over to grab the door so she doesn't close it.

"Ew," my neighbor grimaces before turning and leaving.

"That was some really good luck," Namjoon says, smiling. "Definitely not used to that."

"Weird," I agree, nodding before Namjoon grabs his shoes and we make our way back to my apartment. "Maybe this is some Disney reject movie where true love's kiss broke the curse of our dumb superpowers."

"We'll find out what we need to know tomorrow when we talk to the shrimp people," he says as he follows me into my apartment.

"Yes, do come in," I roll my eyes as he invites himself into my apartment as always.

"I'm your boyfriend now. Am I not allowed to hang out in my girlfriend's place?" He asks and I pee myself a little.

"You are so disgusting!" Namjoon yells, pointing at my now wet jeans as I run down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Fuck off, dimples!" I yell before slamming my bathroom door.

"Language!" He yells back.

**********

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I sit down next to Namjoon, who eyes me warily.

"You don't have to pee anymore, right? I can go buy you some diapers," he offers, stifling a laugh.

"This relationship is about to be over just as fast as it started," I warn, smacking his arm.

He opens his mouth to reply but frowns when my stomach growls loudly.

"How are you already hungry again?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Have you even met me?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "I want cookies."

"I don't think I've ever seen you eat something healthy before," he jokes and I scowl at him.

"Why would I eat a salad when I can eat a cookie?" I ask, looking at him like he himself is a salad.

**********

After eating my weight in cookies, I sigh happily and stand up, stretching and turning to Namjoon.

"I'm going to bed. Bye," I wave and he frowns at me.

"I'm staying here," he says and I scoff.

"Pervert," I say, wiggling my eyebrows and Namjoon blushes.

"I-I meant just to sleep! You're the pervert!" He accuses, standing up and flicking my forehead. "I'm your boyfriend now. It's not weird for me to cuddle with you anymore!"

"Whatever, dimples. If I feel a hand getting too close to my boobs, I'll bite it off," I warn as I walk to the bedroom.

"You'd better not touch my boobs either," he warns as he strips down to his boxers and climbs into my bed.

"And just like that, I'm back to being the normal one here," I mumble as I climb into bed beside him.

"I think it's safe to say that we're both not normal," Namjoon points out and I think for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Goodnight, boyfriend," I say through a yawn before turning off my bedside lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

"Hey, Isla?" I hear Namjoon say in the dark.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Can I hold you?" He asks quietly and my heart falls out through my butt.

"Yeah," I say, trying not to die.

He reaches over and pulls me into his arms, and then I get a face full of his nipple.

I snort in laughter and he laughs too when he realizes what happened.

"You're so immature, baby," he says as he squeezes me.

"How can I not laugh at your nipple nearly poking my eye out?" I ask, rolling my eyes while I'm still giggling.

"Go to sleep, idiot," Namjoon says before kissing the top of my head.

"At least I didn't kick my own reflection and break my foot," I say.

Namjoon scoffs. "I told you that to make you feel better about giving yourself a black eye! I didn't tell you that so you could make fun of me."

"I think we can agree that we're both messes," I sigh and Namjoon lets out a small laugh.

"Yeah, but you're a beautiful mess," he says and I groan in annoyance.

"You can't just say things like that and not expect me to pee my pants!" I whisper yell.

"You'd better not pee on me or I'll touch your butt," he warns and I gasp dramatically.

"You wouldn't dare," I say, narrowing my eyes at him even though he can't see me.

"Don't test me, baby. I like big butts and I cannot lie," he says and I push him away from me.

"Don't ever talk to me again," I huff out in annoyance before closing my eyes and falling asleep quickly, dreaming of what will happen tomorrow with the shrimp people.