drown for you | jjk

21

Namjoon is the one who finds you. He comes barging in two hours later, the strange men long gone by then. You're asleep, and Jeongguk has tried his very best to keep you warm as you've slipped in and out of consciousness. A challenge, considering the fact that he can't really use his own body heat—he's too cold.

He's even pressed his emergency button a bunch of times, knowing full well that it won't help unless someone's already at Namjoon's office. The one thing he could do was to keep you out of the water and use his own body as an insulator, only returning to the water now and then to breathe.

Namjoon asks if you want him to take you to the hospital, but you decline, expressing your desire to stay with Jeongguk.

There are three things on your mind.

One: you're tired.

Two: you're cold.

And three: although you long for the chance to sleep in a warm bed—your own, preferably—you don't feel comfortable being all by yourself. If there's anyone you do feel safe and comfortable with, it's Jeongguk.

Besides, he was the one the men came for; what if he's scared too? Is he just going to be forced to stay in the tank, all alone with the traumatic memories? And on top of everything, in a building with broken front doors?

Despite Namjoon assuring you that he's got it, most likely having already made sure someone is on their way to stand guard, you can't help it, your breathing still speeds up at the thought of someone returning for Jeongguk.

Regardless, Namjoon won't let you stay at the lab and kindly but firmly gives you three options.

One: go to the hospital.

Two: let him drive you home.

Three: stay the night in his guest room.

You pick number three. Namjoon might not be as strong or powerful as the siren, but you bet he can kick some ass if he really wants to. Behind the sometimes a little dorky outfits are a surprisingly large mass of muscle.

He drives through the night with you asleep in the passenger seat. You've changed back into the cashmere shirt and some spare pants from your locker, and Namjoon even drapes his jacket over you.

When you arrive at his fancy-looking house, he loans you some sleeping clothes and a towel if you want to take a shower before bed. In all honesty, you just want to collapse onto the bed and sleep for three weeks, but you accept the clothes and towel and head for the shower anyway. Since Namjoon's being so kind to you, the least you can do is to not stink up his guest room.

"So, how did the date go, by the way?"

You watch as Namjoon fits another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, your own spoon lowered. "Uh, it went well, I guess. He's the son of a business partner of my mom's."

The man in front of you hums. It's odd to see him with bed hair and glasses, and you realize that he usually wears contacts.

"And we get along pretty well. He actually asked if I wanted to tag along on a business trip next week so that I can get a feel of it. It's some kind of special event, and you know how my mother wants me to take over one day."

"Yeah. You need some days off?"

"If that's possible? We'd leave in a week and be away for four days."

There's a discomfort that brews in your stomach, but you try to ignore it. Your life was threatened yesterday, yet here you are, discussing something as mundane as a business trip with your boss.