Blocking You | Namjin

Chapter 47

Do any of you guys have that one word that you just can't fucking spell, even if your life depends on it?

Mine is embarrass. I can never remember if it has one R or two, and my phone doesn't try to autocorrect either.

Sorry, I just had a crisis trying to remember how to spell the fucking thing.

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I should not have just let the night go it's own way.

With Yoongi being the only completely sober one and me being two shots in, we were the only ones to stop the others from what became a strip battle.

Or at least, stop Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon from their stripping. Jungkook was busy giggling on the floor drunkenly as Taehyung stripped more for him than for anything. Jimin was giggling too, though it was mostly because Yoongi had his hands on him to try and get him to keep his clothes on. Hoseok and Namjoon on the other hand, were both drunk as balls, dancing like fools in their underwear. I didn't have any idea how this started, but by the look on Yoongi's face, I think he was ready for this after party to be over. He hissed something in Jimin's ear that made the boy stop trying to strip immediately, before he grabbed Hoseok and yanked his clothes back on. Then, he grabbed Taehyung. Taehyung tried to fight him on it, flailing wildly as Yoongi yanked his pants up so hard it definitely hurt, before he yanked Jungkook off the ground and snapped, "Go get in my car!"

Jungkook definitely got terrified whenever Yoongi yelled. He grabbed Taehyung and Hoseok by their arms, and made them both follow him outside to go do it. Jimin on the other hand, was clinging to Yoongi now and wouldn't let go for anything.

"Come on." Yoongi mumbled softly in Jimin ear. "We'll be going now. I'll get them all home." Yoongi said as he picked Jimin up and held him on his hip. The boy buried his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck as Yoongi walked them out the door, leaving me and the still stripping Namjoon alone.

"Joonie." I called whenever we were alone. "Put your clothes back on. It's time for bed."

"Bed?" He mumbled, looking at me with unfocused eyes, before he sat down and hugged me. "Together?"

I pat him on the head, before I picked up the drunk boy and carried him to my room. "No, not together."

He groaned in my ear and cuddled close to me. Though he was bigger and more muscular than I was, he managed to look like a child in this moment, where he was so soft and sweet, just wanting his cuddles. I smiled, letting him get away with it just this once.

Only for now.

I laid him down on my bed, forgetting about getting him to put on some actual clothes. Honestly, he was fine in his underwear. They were the long, loose type that looked like basketball shorts. I tried to walk away once he was settled to go and prep the couch for me to sleep on, but--

Namjoon grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving him.

"Stay with me?" He asked softly with a slight slur to his words.

I stared at him, contemplating it for a moment, before I sighed and sat down on the bed next to him.

"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay."

Despite saying okay though, Namjoon wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me down to cuddle. I let him, laying down next to him and letting him bury his face in my chest. He wrapped his arms around me tight and took in a deep breath.

"I love you, hyung." He slurred against my chest, before he moved his head to look at my expression.

I took him by the back of his head and pushed his head back into my chest so he couldn't look at me, before I replied.