dancing cold~

guests

Y/n pov

As the door shut I sighed. My mind couldn't pick just one thing to think about.

I feel so confused.

Maybe a shower would be nice, I do have a headache after all. I turned back to the rest of the room. I wonder who this belonged to. Definitely hasn't been used for a while.

He never mentioned someone living with him.

As I pick out some clothes to wear, I grab gray sweatpants and a baggy black top.

They seems comfy.

The bathroom door creeks open, marble counter tops and white cabinets gave the room a charming aroma. The black shower curtain matching the rest of the room and floor.

*20 minutes later*

I slowly get dressed and hear clanking coming from down stairs.

Once I finished I open the door and left the bedroom.

*End of y/n pov*

Y/n headed down the staircase. Popping her head up, she sees Namjoon cooking in the kitchen. Curiously she heads down the stairs staring.

Namjoon continued stirring his dish. Unaware that y/n was halfway down the stairs.

Finally he noticed, once she was at the near bottom.

He smiled,"Oh good,your done! Just in time for dinner. I hope your hungry..."

Y/n looked in amaze. "You didn't have to do this, really!"

Namjoon chuckled, "its okay y/n, I don't mind at all. Plus it wouldn't feel right if you didn't eat something."

He grabbed the food and headed towards the table. He had already set the table.

"I hope you like it." He smiled as y/n and him sat down.

After a while and some small talk they finished eating.

"Thank you again Namjoon." She commented.

"No problem y/n, I didnt mind. Its been a while since I've been able to cook for someone, who isn't my band mates."

She let a little laugh out.

Namjoon grabbed the plates and rested them in the sink. Sighing at the mess left behind.

"Uh, if you'd like you can watch a movie. I have Netflix, Hulu...ect. I'll just be washing dishes :]"

Y/n stared at the TV across the room and then back at the pile of dishes.

Namjoon already started cleaning up, clearing of the counter tops.

Y/n stood up and headed over to the kitchen.

"Hey...I dont mind helping clean up Namjoon."

He looked up, "no y/n its okay, your the guest here." He suggested.

"Really, I insist..." y/n persisted.

Namjoon sighed. "Okay... well thank you for wanting to help." He chuckled.

"Hmm, well I guess you can.. put the dishes in the dishwasher." He thought.

Y/n smiled. "Alright."

Slowly the kitchen became clean. Things slowly being up away. The sound of dishes echoed through the house.

*25 minutes later*

Its 8pm and the kitchen is fully cleaned.

Both sighed.

"Finally done. Again thanks for the help." Namjoon smiled.

"No problem Namjoon." She said putting the last fork away.

Both ended up siting on the couch resting. Namjoon looked over at her.
"Wanna watch a movie..."

Y/n nodded. "Sure."

"Alright, have anything in mind?" He asked as he reached for the remote.

"Hm, I'm not sure. I haven't watch movies for a while now." Y/n admitted.

Namjoon thought for a moment. "Alright, I think that i know one we can watch."

An hour into the movie

Namjoon looked over at y/n. She was now a sleepy figure, slightly covered by blankets.

He smiled to himself.

Everything seemed so still, like time had stopped. When a light knock on the door appeared. Causing y/n to immediately sit up.

Her eyes now wide.

Her first thought was David. But then again...that's not the sound of his knock. Nor did she know how he would find her...again...

Namjoon noted such moment and stood up.

"I'll get it...its probably a delivery driver or something..." he tried giving a comfortable smile.

Y/n nodded. Slightly grasping onto the blankets.

As he opened the door, the worried eyes turned into a slight smile.

"Oh. Hey guys!" He smiled. Letting the door slightly more open. Yet he didn't let them in. Nor did he want them to see inside...