Unique | KNJ x OC

Part 2 - Chapter 10

Angie woke up startled by the banging noise on her hotel room door. Her first instinct was to reach for her phone: 2:39 AM, and another bang. She threw 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 quietly, 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 sat down 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 was seeping through her expression easily. She wanted to brush his soft skin, get prickled by his days-old beard that made 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 losing his balance and almost 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 at his doubt, "I know."

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

"I wanted to see you too."

She threw the 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 logical burn inside his chest.

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

"I know," he said, brushing her hands on his face gently. It was dark with only faint street lights slipping 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 lay by her side. He looked at the clothes he had on, thinking he should remove them 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.