Walking through the door, the clock on the floor showing 1:28. These late night have stop. A better job is what's needed. Maybe something that offers more. Looking to the floor of the very small apartment, he lays on the air mattress. Fast asleep. As if nothing could harm him. He's just so precious.
"He deserves better than this." The words fell quietly from my lips. I rubbed my eyes, holding my tears back.
Walking over to the small dresser, the drawer being pulled out, I grabbed of pajamas and quickly changed. I threw my work clothes into the dirty clothes basket, walking back to the air mattress. I stumbled, holding my breath as I landed on the air mattress. A loud thud and a groan followed.
"What the hell..." Namjoon sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry..." I bit my lip, as he looked to me.
"Darling, it's okay... I know-" he stopped, studying me. "Why are you crying?" He crawled back on the mattress, holding his arms out.
"I just..." I sighed, moving to lay against him. His arms wrapped around me securely. "Why did you stay? With things the way they are... You don't deserve to live this way."
"I stayed because despite all of the shit that's been happening, I love you." He said simply. "You're my rock, my sunshine, my everything. Don't worry so much, things will get better." He whispered, kissing my forehead.
"How do you know?" I felt the tears working their way up once more.
"I just do. Trust me." He held me close, rubbing my back. "Get some sleep. You need it, alright?"
I just nodded, closing my eyes. Namjoon started to sing softly. He could always calm me down, no matter what. How did I ever get this lucky?
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