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You look down at your suitcase, duffel bag, and pillow under your arm before knocking on the door in front of you.
The door creaks open and you hear somebody shout, “Come in!”
You push the door open slowly and see a couple guys eating, two in the kitchen cooking, and the rest seem to be sleeping. The one with red hair opens his eyes slowly and them sits up quickly when he sees you in the doorway. He gets up and walks to you while trying to flatten his wild hair.
“H-hello?” He asks you as he looks around for something.
“Hello, I’m ____.” You watch him as he realized the beanie he was looking for was in his back pocket.
He slides it on over his poofy hair.
“I’m Kim Namjoon. Is there something I could help you with?” He closes the door a bit causing the two of you to stand more in the hallway.
“Well, uh…” You pause. “I am a trainee here… I’ve actually met you before… I went home and my apartment was broken into and there’s an investigation going on so I couldn’t stay there.”
Namjoon nods and listens intently.
“I got some stuff together because I thought I could stay here and I ran into your manager when I walked inside. He said you guys have an extra bed?” Your heart starts pounding thinking that you may have to sleep on the practice room floor if they don’t have a bed.
“Aish…” He rubs the back of his neck and opens the door again, looking around. “We actually just cleaned and moved things around so we don’t have the bed anymore, that room is our closet now…”
Your heart drops.
“But…” He senses your despair and looks around and opens the door again. “Come in.”
You look at him and take a step inside.
“I have a queen bed so you can stay with me.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine I can just-“
“Please, I know everyone only have twin mattresses and I have the only queen. I don’t want you sleeping on the floor.” He read your mind.
You sign and nod as you walk into the main room. Some of the boys look at you and wave, but they don’t make an effort to talk to you.
“Follow me.” Namjoon says as he gestures toward a dark hallway.
“I’m sorry I-“
“It’s okay,” his voice scratchy, “I’m right here.” He says as he opens the door at the end of the hallways.
The room walls were a creamy white. His queen mattress was low to the ground on the left and a short dresser was on the opposite wall with a laptop, notebooks, and headphones on them.
He flicked the light switch which turned on a lamp in the corner. “Sorry there’s not much light… we are usually asleep by then, but since our schedules don’t start until noon tomorrow we are able to sleep in.”
You walk into the room and move your things into the empty corner. “Can I use the restroom?” You ask.
He nods and leaves the room.
You follow him to a room in the hallway closer to the main room.
“Here you go.”
You walk in and see a small toilet and a small standing shower. “No sink?” You look at him confused.
He smiles and gestures toward the shower. “Sorry, we just wash our hands using that. The water is super cold, but it works.”
You suddenly wonder if maybe you should have auditioned for a company with more money like SM or YG. “Thank you.” You nod.
Namjoon smiles again, nods, and leaves back toward the main room, slipping off his beanie on the way to reveal his wild hair once more.
After getting some things from your suitcase you close the bathroom door, turn the lock, and look toward the toilet and sigh. It’s actually not that much smaller than the bathroom in your apartment. You take off your clothes, use the restroom, put on your pajamas, and brush your teeth using the shower water to rinse your toothbrush when you’re done. You turn off the light and open the door and run into Namjoon in the hallway.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” He says, slipping on his beanie again.
You smile and kneel to help pick up your belongings that had fallen to the ground.
“Here…uh…” Namjoon is holding your red bra in his hands, it matches his hair.
You laugh and add it to your pile of clothes now shoved into your arms instead of folded nicely to be put back into your suitcase. “Thanks.”
He follows you into his room and you quietly tend to your belongings in the corner. He yawns and takes off his beanie and tosses it onto his dresser. He opens a drawer, takes out a black tank top, and pulls the shirt he is wearing up and off.
You look away quickly, but slowly turn your head back toward him as he puts on the tank top.
He then grips his grey sweatpants and you clear your throat. “Oh!” He turns around, blushing. “I forgot you were here…” He side steps out of the room, taking his beanie with him before he is gone.
You hear some laughing from the main room and you take your pillow in your hands.
Namjoon is back in red plaid pants that also match his hair that his now brushed and flat. He tosses his beanie to the same spot and looks at you.
“So…” You stand with your pillow.
“Oh! Which side do you want?”
You look at his bed and think it would probably be better to sleep on the inside in case he needs to get up, so he wouldn’t have to climb over you.
“Actually, just take the outside.” He says as he moves his pillow to the inside of the bed. “I wouldn’t want you to feel trapped between me and the wall.
He smiles at you and this time you notice his dimples.
You look away quickly and nod. You walk to the side of the bed and you lay down your pillow next to his. “Oh geez.” You whisper.
You had noticed BTS a lot, especially with their growing popularity in BigHit. You really admired Hoseok for his dancing and Namjoon… you kind of idolized him. You admired his passion for rap and how hard he worked to be an idol.
“I’m going to get a glass of water and I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?” He asks as he stands at the door.
“I think I’m good.” You smile.
He leaves and you pull up the black fluffy blanket that covered his black sheets.
When the blanket fluffs up you are suddenly overwhelmed with the sweetest masculine smell you have ever sniffed. You sit down slowly, fighting the urge to snuggle into Namjoon’s pillow while inhaling deeply.
Namjoon walks back in while drinking his water. He puts it on the corner of his dresser while closing the door behind him.
“Do you need the light?” He smiles again with his finger on the light switch.
You shake your head and then the room is black.
Namjoon’s body was heavy across your stomach.
“Eeoooo~” You groan as he rolls off.
“Eo! Mianhe! I’m so sorry!” He reaches for you and holds your chest, thinking it is your arms.
You freeze and he takes his arms away, not even realizing what he has just done. “It’s…it’s okay.” You hold your stomach that is still sore.
You hear a thump that you think is Namjoon hitting himself in the head.
He lifts his side of the blanket and you both lie down and pull it back up over yourselves.
The room is really quiet for a few minutes as you star into the dark ceiling. You hear him breathing to your right and it is pretty soothing.
“I’m sorry, ____.” He says quietly, not even sure if you’re still awake.
You are quiet a moment, but then you say, “It’s okay. I’m just happy that I was able to come here… I don’t know anybody in this area so I wouldn’t have had anywhere to stay while I’m not able to stay in my apartment.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you…” He pauses. “Did they take anything?”
You feel tears welling in your eyes.
“No, but a lot of stuff was broken…”
You feel the bed move as he turns toward you. You turn too and you can’t even see him just a foot in front of yours.
A tear leaves your eye, “A lot of dishes… most of my clothes were everywhere and looked like they were dragged through mud…” You sniffle.
“____ are you okay??” You feel the bed move again, this time he is sitting up.
Your eyes have adjusted enough to see him there now. You lie on your back again and sigh.
“All of the pictures I had of my parents were ripped to shreds…”
Namjoon was silent.
“My mom died when I was born and my father died from cancer this time last year.”
“____… I’m so sorry…” He breathes.
Suddenly you feel his hands on yours. His thumbs stroke your skin.
You are fully sobbing down, making choking noises and snuffling the snot that is almost dripping out of your nose.
Namjoon takes your arms and pulls you onto his lap.
You rest your head on his shoulder and cry into his neck.
“I didn’t do anything to anyone.” You try to stay quiet. “Somebody just did this for fun.”
You feel his hand stroke your back.
“Ssshhh~~~” He rubs your back.
He lets you cry for a few minutes and as you begin to calm down he wraps his arms around you and clasps his hands together.
When your breathing is almost back to normal you suddenly feel his lips against your forehead.
You blush slightly and smile in the dark.
“You know what’s cool about memories?” He says quickly, still holding you.
You sniff once more and ask, “What?”
“You don’t need pictures to have them. Like this one time when I was young I came home from school and sat at my desk doing homework when my mother brought me my favorite candy. I remember feeling so excited because I was having a stressful day. I remember hugging her and I remember just how sweet it tasted… I don’t have a picture of that candy bar, but even years later I remember it…”
You suddenly sit up, with his arms still around you, and you press your lips to his cheek.
His cheeks flush against your lips.
“Thank you, Namjoon.”
“I don’t want to be too forward, but could we cuddle?” Your heart pounds again, but this time in excitement.
He releases his arms and you lay next to him, this time with your head on his pillow. He lays down next to you and reaches his arm around your waist. He pulls you close and allows you to put your leg over his.
You’re very close.
His nose brushes against yours and you feel his breath on your lips.
“Goodnight, ____.” He breathes.
You take a deep breath and reply, “Thank you” as you enjoy the comforting feelings of being protected and safe in his embrace. With every deep breath you drown in his sweet scent.
“Just rest and in the morning we’ll get something to eat and do something fun before my schedules.”
“Thank you.” You say again, even quieter.
He leans up a bit and kisses your forehead one more time before you drift off to sleep.
(Since I wrote out a scenario I’m not going to answer this for Jimin and as a bonus I would totally not mind doing a sequel for this. Just let me know :))
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