𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 || Namkook

6.Episode

Moreover, Kim Namjoon does not speak; he shows it by doing. He went to the hall and slept on the sofa without saying anything. Jungkook's stare hardened at this point in his outrage.

Nam felt shame creep onto his skin, adding a pink tint to his flushed skin when Jungkook followed him there too.

"God, Jungkook, please stop this drama." Nam whined, wanting to tear himself away from the threatening younger.

"It's not a drama; I am serious."

"Don't tell me you're going to stay awake all night sitting here just to prove your stubbornness. It is your foolishness if you think that by doing all this, I will accept your insistence."

"It's not my stubbornness; it's my love for you."

When Nam's eyes opened in the middle of the night, Jungkook was looking at him. His gaze was fixed on him, adoring his facial features, looking at him like he's the man of his dreams (he is). Joon glared at him and sat down.

"What are you..." Nam said in a sleepy voice.

"What...?" Jungkook asked as he pouted.

"What are you doing here? You need to sleep."

"First thing, I am adoring my husband, and that's my right. And the second thing, didn't I tell you I'm only going to sleep if you'll sleep with me in the same room?"

"And I said I am not going to do that. It's clear."

Nam was incredibly thirsty. He had only woken up a short while ago, and as he lay in bed, he became acutely aware of the dryness in his mouth and throat, each breath feeling like inhaling sandpaper.

His mind fixated on one thought: the urgent need for some refreshing water. With that pressing need in mind, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool air brush against his skin.

He quickly padded towards the kitchen, his feet shuffling quietly against the cool, tiled floor that felt soothing against the heat of his body.

As Nam entered the kitchen, he noticed Jungkook trailing behind him, an eager shadow that mirrored his movements with an undeniable enthusiasm. The sight was both amusing and slightly irritating.

"Jungkook, stop following me like a fool,"

Namjoon said, irritation creeping into his voice as he focused on pouring cold water into a glass. The sound of the liquid filling the glass resonated in the otherwise quiet room, a comforting melody of refreshment.

"I'm thirsty too," Jungkook responded, his tone a mix of playful and serious, a small pout tugging at his lips that made him look almost childlike in his earnestness.

Taken aback for a moment by the innocence in Jungkook's plea, Nam paused. "Oh," he said, the realization hitting him like a wave crashing against the shore-he wasn't the only one parched.

Without hesitation, Nam drank from the glass-a deep, satisfying gulp that quenched his thirst momentarily, feeling the cool liquid cascade down his throat, revitalizing him.

He then handed the same glass to Jungkook, who accepted it eagerly, a spark of silent appreciation shining in his eyes, making Nam feel a rush of warmth spreading through him.