Happy Happy Birthday - Kim Namjoon x Reader

Happy Happy Birthday

Author's note, November 12th, 2017: Hello everyone! Long time no see~ I posted this in my about already, but for anyone who didn't see who's new or returning, I'm also posting it in all of my works! I have opened a new account on Quotev where I'll post my writing since I think it's improved a lot over the past, like, year (basically since the last time I posted a story online). If you'd like to check it out, the link is https://www.quotev.com/sunmii. I'll likely start taking requests there once I get a bigger following and establish myself better :) Thank you all for your immense love <3 See you soon!

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"Oppa, when you get off work, let's go someplace together okay? We haven't done anything, just the two of us, in a while," I said over the phone.

"Jagiya, I'm really tired today," my boyfriend, Namjoon, replied on the other end. "This new choreography is harder than usual. I barely have any energy left..." I sighed.

"Alright. Hey, don't work yourself too hard! And could we plan something for this weekend then? I mean, if you aren't too busy. I really miss you, Namjoon-oppa..."

"Mm-hm, okay. Well, I gotta get back to practice. See you later." And he hung up. I scoffed. He didn't even say 'I love you' or anything. AND HE DIDN'T SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY EITHER!

Yes, it was my birthday and I was miserable. It seemed like Namjoon had just completely forgot. He hadn't acknowledged it all. But by the way he'd been acting lately, I started to think maybe he just didn't care anymore... My eyes widened and my heart started to ache. No...he still loved me, didn't he?!

I trudged into the kitchen of my apartment and grabbed a huge container of Strawberry Pocky and a juice box. Then I planted myself in front of the TV and popped in one of the B-movies that I'd planned to watch while cuddling with Namjoon when he got home. I groaned and put blankets and pillows on the floor, making a perfectly comfortable, make-shift bed.

I didn't like that Namjoon worked all the time. I wished he could get more time off, but I understood that he was following his dream and working so hard. I couldn't get in the way of that.

I always hid my disappointment and unhappiness and encouraged him, giving him all my support. I wanted him to be successful. I wanted him to make his dream come true.

Still, I wished I could be in that dream, too. I wished that I could see him more often and I wished he would pay more attention to me.

I could never tell him these things, though. It was seem selfish and ungrateful. It would make him upset to think I wasn't supporting him anymore.

The movie started playing a scene in which the girl and the guy realized their feelings for each other and started kissing. I immediately felt depressed. I couldn't remember the last time Namjoon and I did that. A tear rolled down my cheek. I only cried when he wasn't around. He couldn't see me like that.

Eventually, I got up and grabbed a beer I'd been saving for this kind of occasion, when I was alone feeling empty and sad.

I chugged it and, still feeling bad, I went back for another, hoping there had been more than one. As soon as I caught sight of the label on the bottle, I grabbed it and also downed it within a minute.