Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter # 22 Taxi Service

My eyes fluttered open. I don't think I've ever slept so deeply before. I raised my head, cracking my neck and back as I rose into a sitting position. 

I was welcomed with the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and what smelled like fried eggs. I yawned, letting myself stare into the distance without a single thought filtering through my mind.

"Look who decided to finally rise from the dead."

I glanced towards the direction of the voice. Namjoon was leaning against the counter. I stretched again, letting yet another yawn flow from my mouth.

"What time is it?" I croaked, my voice deep and raspy. Even raspier than usual, the smoke if I had to guess.

"8:45 p.m. You slept for like twelve hours."

"Oh." I muttered. After a few lingering seconds of realization, my eyes widened. I sprang to my feet, nearly face planting by the sudden spikes of pain from the bottoms of feet. Namjoon watched me fumbled around the room, concerned.

"Shit, shit, shit. I don't even have a fucking toothbrush let alone work clothes!" I panicked. Namjoon finally caught on.

"Chill out, Yoongi called you in sick."

A wave of guilt hit me like a tsunami. I promised both Hoseok and Yoongi I'd stop missing days. Namjoon read the room pretty quickly.

"Don't worry about it. Yoongi said he'd cover for you. He seemed worried when he saw just how blacked out you really were. Trust me you're doing him a favor by getting the extra rest."

I pouted.

"There's an egg sandwich in the fridge. Yoongi made them before he left for work."

I limped my way to the fridge, pulling the plate of food out in defeat.

"Oh come on, stop sulking, it's just one day." Namjoon said, forcefully poking me in the shoulder. I glared at him. I tossed the plate on the counter, slightly surprised it didn't shatter.

 Namjoon gave me a warning glare, clearly also surprised it stayed in one piece. He took a seat next to me. I flinched when the warmth of his thigh touched mine.

 I was slightly shocked that he didn't sit one stool away from me. I was happier about it than I probably should have been.

"What's with the creepy smile?" Namjoon asked with a chuckle. I immediately forced the smile off my lips.

"Nothing." I spat. He laughed. It was odd seeing this side of him. He almost seemed like a completely different person. I looked at him, trying to pick apart his every thought. He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what I was thinking.

"I might not be the most approachable but I'm not the worst person when you get past the first impression." He said with a gentle smile. I looked at him with a suspicious gaze.

"Bipolar much?" I joked. He laughed.

"I just might be." He played along. I smiled like a high school girl. The sound of Yoongi's landline ringing peeled our gazes off each other. Namjoon sat up, answering it in seconds.

"Hello? Yes. He's here. Yeah, sure."

I looked up at him, suddenly interested in the conversation. He extended his arm, handing me the phone. I looked at him confused.

"It's for you."

I hesitantly took the phone from his hands.

"Hello?"

"Jungkook! I knew you'd run off again! I got worried when I called Jimin and he said you weren't there. Thank goodness my old brain remembered Mr. Min's number."