Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 5 | Silent Sob

Y/N's POV:

You don't understand why Namjoon was so shaken by how long he had slept. Yes it was quite a while but you've definitely had times where you worked 3 days in a row and recovered by sleeping for 12-13 hours straight.

While Namjoon sat frozen in place for a good 5 minutes, you decided to freshen up in the bathroom. You also found a spare new toothbrush for him to use.

You're now changed into black sweatpants but still in your yellow crop top, making eggs, toast, and bacon for breakfast. Namjoon had offered to help but you've seen In The Soop. No chance in hell he's getting near a flame.

You told him to give Jin a call so they could coordinate on how to get him home. Namjoon steps out from your room once the phone call is over, walking through the living space and into the kitchen. He hovers behind you, watching you cook.

You can feel his breath on your neck and it makes you shiver, just like it did last night.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" he asks. You look at him and you can see it in his eyes he's begging to be useful.

"Actually, I could use some help," you grin. "I'm almost done cooking, can you please grab the plates and cups from that cabinet and set the table? And the silverware is over there." You point to the island drawer to the right of him.

He beams, flashing his dimple smile, excited that he can be useful after all the help you've given him. Every time he smiles brightly at you, your heart gets all twisted and your stomach is in knots.

Sorry Jimin, I might have a new bias now.

After a few minutes you're both sitting down, eating in a comfortable silence. Namjoon is inhaling his food like he's been starved for days. You guess that's pretty normal for how much energy it takes to sleep that long.

Once finished, Namjoon cleans up and does the dishes, refusing to let you help. You decide to go change into jeans and a pink blouse, not wanting to meet his manager looking homeless.

As soon as Namjoon finishes the dishes, you hear a knock on your door. It's probably his manager or driver but you hide him in your room just in case.

You open the door and freeze in your spot, your heart nearly falling out of your ass.

"No fucking way," you exhale shakily.

Standing before you is a gentleman you've never seen before, along with Kim Seokjin, and none other than Park Jimin himself.

I'm going to shit myself.

The unfamiliar man is dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. He's got disheveled black hair, but it's the kind of messy you do on purpose. His face is round and he has some of the kindest eyes you've ever seen.

Jin is dressed in his another monochromatic sweatsuit (today's color of choice is white). His black hair is long and shaggy but he's as beautiful as ever, and before you can even get a word out he's flashing you two finger hearts.