In the dark

63

Peri leaned on the wall between Yoongi and Hobi's studios. Her brain was trying to wrap around what had happened, still unsure if it was real. Peri pulled her shirt open from the collar and looked down. "White," she breathed, noting the color of her bra. She released her shirt, snapping it back to her chest before she looked up at the ceiling. "Just a dream."

Peri brought her head back down. Her face showed a blank stare as the rest of her was deep inside her mind. 'A dream. I had a dream. I never dream. What is happening?! And a sex dream, no less. Of all the things to dream about, it had to be sex with Yoongi?' Peri's expression changed to embarrassment, covering her mouth with her hand. 'Yoongi. He was lying next to me, and he was definitely hard. Did I talk in my sleep? Did I say something? Sweet mother of all things unholy! I will never be able to look him in the eyes again!'

"Peri!" Peri jumped back in surprise. Namjoon watched as her body flickered before settling back down. "Hey! Are you ok?" he asked, walking over to her. "I've been calling you for a while."

"I'm fine?" Peri questioned, checking in with herself. "I'm fine," she said, answering her question. "I'm fine. Hi!" she told him with a smile. 

Namjoon looks at her with a warm smile. He could see her wheels turning and smoke coming out of her ears. She was thinking about something hard, which he always found endearing. "Come with me," he whispered, taking her hand and leading them inside his studio. He sat them down on the plush, caramel-colored leather couch with their hands still linked. "Are you ok?"

Peri opened her mouth, then closed it quickly. She wanted to tell him she had a dream, but Peri knew Namjoon would ask about what happened in the dream. She was not willing to divulge that information to him. "I'm sorry. I owe you a long-awaited apology," Peri said, changing the subject without Namjoon ever knowing. "I have been meaning to talk to you. I still need to talk to Jin. Nevermind that. Back to you," She rambled. Her speech picked up speed the longer she conversed with him.

Namjoon cupped her face, bringing her close to him. His forehead rested against her as he switched his hands to smooth down her bedhead. They sat on the couch quietly. Peri sorted through her thoughts into something coherent, and Namjoon soothed her. 

"Are you feeling better?" Namjoon asked when she heard a long sigh come from Peri. He opened his eyes and watched her head bob up and down. "Whenever you are ready," he told her, letting her know to continue what she was saying.

Peri spent the next couple of minutes giving Namjoon the rundown of her past encounters with her father and how it has shaped her now, and even after years spent far away from her childhood home, that day made her feel like she was right back there. Only this time, Peri had taken her father's place, making a spectacle of herself. 

When she saw Namjoon's dragon eyes and lips curl into a sneer, Peri stopped. He locked his jaw up tight and cocked a single brow. Peri had never seen him angry; it was slightly unnerving. She didn't know if she should keep talking or leave their conversation where it was. 

"At some point," he scowled, trying to keep his temper down. "In every relationship, you are supposed to meet the parent and get their approval. I don't want to meet him, and I certainly don't want his approval. For the first time in my life, I am willing to punch a man in the face!" he huffed.

"Well, if you are going to meet him, that means I have to too. I don't want that either." Peri scrunched up her face and shook her head, trying to make a joke. "Besides, you can't punch him. You can't write music with your hand in a cast." Peri lifted his dominant hand to kiss his knuckles.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Peri's mouth hung open in surprise. "Music video accident." Namjoon played it off as if it was no big deal. 

"Who knew music videos were dangerous."