Yes Sir (Kim Namjoon Fanfic)

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I woke the next morning, feeling a little heavier than usual. I opened my eyes to see Namjoon sleeping peacefully beside me, his arm around me. So, it wasn't all a dream? He was really here? In my apartment? I noticed immediately that I didn't feel quite as dizzy, meaning there had to have been some improvement overnight. I looked at the clock, curious as to how late it was. According to the wall clock, it was already after 11 in the morning, meaning we were both really late for work. I let out a sigh as I curled into him more, feeling his arm tighten around me. With his eyes still closed, he slid his head forward to rest against my forehead, letting out a low hum.

"Are you feeling better this morning, kitten?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

"Mhm, a little from what I can tell." I responded, putting my arm around his back.

"Good. The doctor said you should feel better soon with the meds he gave you." he responded, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Doctor?" I asked, not remembering anything about a doctor.

"Yeah, he came over last night. Don't you remember? He said your fever was pretty high. He gave you medication and you took it with some water and fell back asleep. But he said you should be better in a couple of days." he responded, leaning back slightly to look down at me. I looked up at him and gave him a soft but sad smile.

"Thank you, sir." I said, swallowing back what I really wanted to say. His brow furrowed slightly as he let out a soft sigh. He pulled me back to rest against his chest as he rested his cheek against my head.

"I need you to just listen to me and not say anything, ok?" He asked softly. I nodded and nuzzled into him, waiting for him to continue.

"I want to sincerely apologize for the way I have been acting lately. You have done absolutely nothing to deserve or warrant that type of treatment. I think something Dr. Kwon said just scared me...in fact I know it scared me. It terrified me, and I let that influence my behavior. It was a desperate and pathetic attempt to rid myself of my fears and frankly, it didn't work. I honestly miss how things were before, and if you can somehow find it in your heart to forgive my horrendous behavior, I would like to go back to that." He said, stroking my back softly. I was stunned into silence, my mind reeling. I leaned my face into his body, trying to hide the huge smile that was starting to creep across my face. I kissed his clothed chest softly and looked up at him slowly.

"I would like that very much, Namjoon." I smiled. He grinned big as he leaned down and kissed me softly, brushing his lips gently over mine. I started to melt into the soft kiss for a moment before I pulled away.

"I don't want you to get sick too." I said quietly.

"Baby, at this point, a kiss isn't going to make any difference." He smiled. He leaned back in and kissed me softly, making me feel like I could melt into a puddle. My heart was hammering in my chest so hard, it was almost painful. I tried not to be so happy, remembering that he still had a girlfriend, and I was still just an assistant. But at this moment, I was just happy that I had Namjoon back.

We spent the rest of the day and that night cuddling. When I woke the following morning, Namjoon was still asleep, resting peacefully. I missed starting at his soft and warm features while he was relaxed in sleep. I just layed there, enjoying the view until I heard a knock at the door. Luckily, Namjoon didn't seem to hear it, so I quickly got up from the bed and ran to the door. I opened it a crack to see Taehyung standing there, concern plastered all over his face.

"Tae, what are you doing here?" I whispered, opening the door more.

"Since when have you ever questioned why I stopped by? But if you want to know, I came to check on you. Jungkook said you were pretty sick, and I got worried. And why are you whispering?" He asked as he walked into my apartment. I held a finger up to my mouth and pointed over to my bed. He turned his eyes to follow my finger, his eyes going wide.

"He's been here almost two days, taking care of me." I smiled. He raised his eyebrows at me and grinned.

"Well damn! Looks like he beat me to it. When Jungkook told me, I was wondering why you didn't let me know that you were sick. Now I know why. This seems like more than a fuck buddy kind of thing." He whispered, winking at me.

"TaeTae, don't put ideas like that in my head." I whispered back, stifling a giggle.

"Hey look, I won't stay in the way. I will let him take care of you. He seems to be doing a good job though, you seem to be feeling okay." He replied. I smiled and nodded, peeking back at the sleeping man in my bed.

"He is. And thank you, I am feeling much better." I replied.

"Good. Also, it makes me feel better to know that you are being taken care of and that you are feeling better since I will be leaving tomorrow." He responded, smiling big.

"Oh, that's right!! I hope you and Jungkook have a great time. Try not to stress about anything, and just enjoy yourself. Remember, he cares about you so much and wants you to be happy." I said as I gave him a hug.

"Thank you, I will. I will text you when we get there safely. " He replied, kissing me on the cheek.

"Ok thanks. Bye Taehyung, and early happy birthday." I whispered as he walked out of the door. He waved back at me and started down the hallway as I closed the door. I shuffled back to bed and climbed in slowly, careful not to wake Namjoon. As soon as I got settled, he slung his arm over me and pulled me very tightly to him.

"You had a visitor, I see." He said in deep voice.

"Yeah, my friend Taehyung was coming to check on me." I responded. He tightened his grip on me slightly and grunted.

"Yeah, I saw." He growled.

"Remember, he is my best friend, who is also gay and in a serious relationship." I responded, putting my open hand on his cheek.

"I know. It still doesn't mean that I have to like it when I see him touching you." He grumbled. I giggled and placed a gentle kiss on his nose, happy that I could start to see even more change in his demeanor. Weeks ago, that would have sent him into a flying rage. Now, he just grumbled a bit. Like it or not, Namjoon was changing. I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one responsible for this change. One could hope.