Swings and Stars (BoyxBoy: BTS Fanfiction) [Completed]

Coffee

Namjoon yawned, placing his phone down onto the table. After spending the night, he'd been struggling to find out where most things were, stumbling into the wrong rooms many times. He walked over to the kitchen stumbling around in search for the correct cupboards, huffing out a relieved sigh when he finally found the mugs and went ahead and made himself a coffee.

He let out a content sigh as he felt the warm liquid land on his tongue. He gulped down the coffee, holding the mug in his hand as he made his way down the corridor to Seokjin's room. He stood at the doorway, sipping at his drink.

Seokjin drowsily let out a high pitched whine into the air, his body stretching as he began waking up. He winced, propping himself up onto his elbows and opening his left eye, the light shining through the window almost offensively blinding.

"Morning." Namjoon chuckled, sitting down on the bed. Seokjin blinked a couple of times, rubbing at his eyes.

"Namjoon?" He mumbled within a yawn. "What are you doing here...-?" Seokjin cut himself off feeling his head get hit with a shot of pain. He groaned, his hand reaching up to his forehead and fingers resting against his temples with a cuss.

"Yeah, you got a bit drunk last night." Namjoon explained, leaning over to the table beside Seokjin's bed. He grabbed the glass of water and aspirin he placed there ealier, offering it to Seokjin. "This might help." Seokjin struggled, but showed a small smile as Seokjin gratefully took them, gulping the drink and aspirin down quickly. "How much do you remember from last night?" Namjoon asked as Seokjin placed the glass back down onto the table next to him.

"Not much..." Seokjin said. "I can remember going out, and going into some building... sitting at a bar and then some guy danced with me. From there it's all a blur." He recalled, voice hoarse from sleep.

"Do you remember coming home at all, or when I came around-...?"

Seokjin paused before gasping ad he let out a long groan, his body falling back against the bed and grabbing the pillow over his face in embarrassment as the events of the day before flooded through his head.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." He mumbled through his pillow.

"No, no. It's fine, it's not your fault." Namjoon moved forward, rubbing a comforting hand against Seokjin's back. Namjoon gulped at the feeling of the soft fabric of Seokjin's shirt, the warmth that came radiating off of him from under the warm duvet that he had snuggled into. Namjoon quickly shook himself out of thinking about Seokjin, reminding himself that he was a friend, here to comfort Seokjin. Seokjin sighed as he took the pillow away from his face and hugged the pillow close to his chest.

He's so cute. So so so cute.

"Right," Seokjin sat up suddenly, causing Namjoon to startle slightly. Seokjin winced at his sudden movement, his hand trailing back up to his head with a hiss. He quickly got up moving over to his closet pulling out some clothes and laying them on the bed. Namjoon blinked.

"What are you doing-"

"We're going out." Seokjin stated, smiling as he caught eyes with Namjoon. "Think of it as a repayment for looking after me." Namjoon stared at the other, dazed.

"What? Oh no, really it's fine." Namjoon assured.

Seokjin huffed out a scoff of protest, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulder. Namjoon gulped, taking in the sight for only a moment before blushing and averting his gaze.

"Come on, I don't really feel like being alone today anyway." Seokjin said, Namjoon flickered his eyes back smiling sympathetically at the other.

"Okay then-" Namjoon coughed, turning away his gaze as Seokjin pulled down his pyjama bottoms, and reached for his jeans. "Yeah, err... sounds good." Seokjin grinned, finally finishing in getting changed and taking ahold of Namjoon's arm and dragging him out of the door.