Awkward | BTS ✓

6

When I wake up in the morning, I realize I'm sweating.

Why am I sweating? It's autumn and I sure as hell keep my apartment cool because I hate being hot.

So why in the world am I sweating?

Oh great. I've probably caught some rare virus and I'm gonna die.

I go to sigh in exasperation, but when I open my mouth to suck in as much air as I can so I can be dramatic about the sigh, I suck in a mouthful of hair.

I cough and splutter, trying to get the hair out of my mouth, reaching my hand up to help me.

Then I see the blonde hair.

I don't have blonde hair.

My eyes widen when I finally wake up completely and come to my senses.

Namjoon is sleeping next to me.

No, not next to me. On top of me.

His head is resting on my chest and his arms and legs are wrapped around me like I'm his own personal body pillow.

Now I know why I'm so sweaty. His body is basically suffocating me.

Speaking of suffocating, didn't I promise to suffocate him with a pillow if he came near me?

Hmm, I did. And I'm not one to go back on my promises.

I grab my pillow from underneath me and in a quick movement, I shove him off of me and plant myself on his stomach with my legs straddling him and the pillow being held high above my head and ready to give him a rude awakening with a face full of pillow.

But when I see his face, all of my anger annoyingly fades.

He's so freaking cute. Ugh.

He slowly flutters his eyes open and tries to stretch before realizing he's being restrained.

Namjoon's eyes widen and his mouth gapes open when he takes in the sight of me straddling him while I'm holding a pillow above my head.

"Oh god, you're gonna kill me! I should've known this would happen! I trusted a stranger to not kill me in my sleep and now I'm gonna die," he squeals and I immediately laugh and let the pillow fall out of my hands and it lands softly against his face.

"Um..." he says, his voice muffled underneath the pillow.

The pillow wiggles around and I stare down at it, wondering why he's not moving it and then I realize that he's wiggling his head around trying to dislodge the pillow because his arms are trapped under my knees.

"My bad," I mumble as I roll off of him and stand next to the bed.

"So you're not a serial killer?" He asks hesitantly as he sits up and ruffles his hair. "Ew, why is my hair wet?"

I purse my lips, deciding not to tell him I had a morning snack of his hair.

"No, I guess neither of us are serial killers since we're both still alive. But next time you cuddle me like that, I swear I'll really suffocate you," I warn, pointing a finger at him.

He shrugs. "I can't help what I do when I'm asleep. You must be comfortable if I cuddled you in my sleep."

"And you must be a pervert if you think I'm not gonna beat your ass into next week for sleeping next to me and cuddling with me when you're only wearing your boxers!" I exclaim as I realize he's basically naked.

I pick up a shoe from the floor of my messy room and aim it directly at his head, but I've never been known for being skilled in precision, so it sails straight past his head and hits the window behind my bed, shattering the glass.

"Fantastic," I groan, slapping my hand to my forehead.

"I'm not paying for that too. That was all you," Namjoon says, quickly getting out of my bed to avoid the shatters of glass being blown in by the harsh autumn wind.

"That was my favorite shoe," I pout as I realize it's now laying somewhere on the sidewalk. "I'm gonna go get it. You cook breakfast. And don't catch anything on fire while I'm gone please. Since I had to rescue you yesterday, I don't have a fire extinguisher anymore."

"Maybe we should go order something. I'm not the best cook," he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he stands in front of me.

Shirtless.

FOCUS, YOU THIRSTY HOE.

"Fine. Get dressed and brush your teeth. Your breath smells like ass," I say, scowling as I turn to grab a simple outfit of a white long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans.

"One, that was rude. Two, I don't have a toothbrush. What am I supposed to do, use my finger?" He asks, crossing his arms over his beautiful chest.

No. Not beautiful. Stop it.

"Use mine," I shrug.

He grimaces. "That's nasty."

"Are you saying I'm nasty?"

His eyes widen and he holds his hands up in defense.

"I just- I... uh..."

"Fine. Have fun having ass breath," I shrug as I make my way into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. No ass breath for me.

I pull my unruly wavy brown hair into a messy bun, rolling my eyes at my willingness to go out in public looking as bad as Namjoon's breath smells.

After I get ready, I exit the bathroom and find Namjoon standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom door.

I scream and jump, immediately falling backwards back into the small bathroom, but thankfully, Namjoon lurches forward and grabs me around my waist before I land butt first into the toilet.

After pulling me back upright, he looks down at me, his eyebrows scrunched in worry. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I didn't mean to scare you. I just really need to pee."

I look up at him with a shocked look on my face. The superhero actually saved me that time.

I mean, it was his fault that I fell in the first place, but still... it was different.

I realize I'm holding my breath and I let it out dramatically, dragging oxygen in and out of my aching lungs.

"If you could kindly unlatch yourself from my waist," I grumble as I come back to my senses.

This guy makes my brain all weird and foggy.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says, smiling as he lets me go and those dimples peek out and I nearly lose my shit.

I stare at his stupid handsome face and he stares back, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Uh, I don't really think it's appropriate for you to stay in here while I pee," he says.

"Oh, left!" I exclaim. "I mean, uh, right! Gotta blast!"

And I run out of the bathroom, wishing someone would staple my mouth shut.