Unique | KNJ x OC

Part 2 - Chapter 10

Angie woke up startled by the banging on her hotel room door. Her first instinct was to reach for her phone: 2:39 AM. Another bang. She pushed the sheet off her and let go of Namjoon's pillow to get up sleepily, yet less and less so. One last hit sounded before something scratched as if someone was sliding along the door to the floor, and although quiet, she could swear she heard her name.

That was enough for her to open the door, maybe against her better judgment, but she was instantly glad she did. On the other side, Namjoon stumbled, despite being seated on the floor, and had to make a colossal effort to lean and support his back on the door frame instead.

He glanced up, and her heart instantly shook; his eyes were bloodshot and glistening, his cheeks sunken and gray, his lips a frown, and everything was almost obscured by a hoodie over his head as if he wanted to hide.

"It'd be easier if I had your number," he rasped, and she kneeled in front of him.

"You know why we never exchanged numbers."

Her worry seeped through her expression easily. She wanted to brush his soft skin and get pricked by his days-old beard making him look a little more than just wild now.

"I know." He closed his eyes and nodded.

He looked so tired, and the smell of alcohol and smoke was unmistakable. She would have liked to think that he went to his friend and had fun and then decided to come back to her, but just looking at his state, she knew that wasn't true.

"Do you want to come inside?" she asked gently, eager to reach her hand.

He nodded with tears in his eyes, and she instantly grabbed his hands, using herself as a counterweight to get him up. She didn't wait for him to wobble; her arm was instantly around him to guide him inside.

It was difficult to close the door because he almost lost balance in the opposite direction, but carrying him to bed was worse. He kept stumbling and nearly toppling over things, but she managed to successfully sit him down.

He was looking at her in silence when she kneeled in front of him to get his shoes off. She didn't see it, but his expression was riddled with guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"I'm drunk, I think."

She smiled softly. "I know."

"I just wanted to see you," he admitted, eyes watering to the brim.

"I wanted to see you too."

She threw his shoes to the corner so he wouldn't trip on them, then raised her hands to brush his cheeks gently, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He leaned into her touch, pressing her palms to his cheeks as if that was the only way he could breathe, and acknowledged the unmistakable burn inside his chest.

When he opened his eyes, he was calmer. Suddenly, his mind wasn't in chaos, and looking at her, he was certain.

"I know," he said, gently brushing her hands on his face. It was dark with only faint street lights shining through the curtains, but he could see her heart so well. "I know."

Her thumbs brushed his cheeks gently. "Do you want to shower or just sleep?"

He perked up. "I can sleep with you?"

He instantly pressed his lips, regretting his naive outburst, but before he could apologize and take it back, she smirked. "You can sleep next to me."

She got up and around him to get on the bed, and he looked back in time to see her move a pillow back so he could lie by her side. He looked at the clothes he had on, thinking he should take them off so the bed wouldn't smell like his nightly activities, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't want to abuse her kindness, so he just dragged himself back and let himself fall on the pillow beside her.