[✅]Why You Left [Nam Joon x Reader]

Why You Left Part 002

You didn't break away from his embrace. How could you? You feel yourself falling. Your feelings overwhelm you.

"Come with me."

You didn't resist when he pulled you along. You couldn't. What resistance you had against him had started to fall apart when you came to know the importance of you to him. The last vestiges crumbled when he held you. The way he tightly held you in his arms, you knew, it was also his hold on his sanity.

So you didn't resist, you let him pull you away, across the garden, even out of the venue. He is about to step out into the spotlight of the paparazzi when you pull him back.

"Joon, stop! The reporters are all out there."

"Please, come with me, I really just need to talk to you."

"There's another way to come in. How did you think I managed to come in without getting a single picture of me being splashed across the internet?"

You call the driver you had on hold and lead him to the second entrance.

"Don't you need to tell Jin or someone else that you're being held up by something?"

"They'll cover for me and ask questions later."

"That's dangerous."

"I've disappeared enough times for them to not ask me too much anymore."

"Joon, you can't do that. People are bound to ask questions."

"I still do my part, show my face. I can't do anything more than that anymore."

The car rolls up to the stairs you entered from, and you lead him to it.

"BigHit still has that second entrance?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go to the studio."

"I have one at my place."

"At the dorm? Jeez Joonie, you never stop working."

"I never try to stop working. I feel like my music are nothing now. You actually want to work now?"

You take a long pause, before breaking into a small smile.

"Well mostly I just want to get a sneak peek of your songs before it goes out. Plus I need a really good pick me up and your music always helps with that."

"I think you just want to cleanse your own ear palate. You must have been working very hard on your own music."

He knows that you're trying to lighten the mood, trying to change the topic from the white elephant in the room. This small banter familiar to both of your ears provides a light atmosphere and brings to him a small comfort.

You don't say anything about it, only giving him a small smile. He gives the directions to their dorms. Apparently they own two floors and the rooms on the lower levels have been converted into workrooms for all of them.

Right outside his studio, he takes off his shoes and changes into slippers. As you stand there, wondering to go in barefoot or not, he points to the fuzzy slippers that you used to like wearing. You don't want to dredge up the past, so you thank him and change into them and go into the studio.

Going in, you are smacked in the face with his collection of toys lined against the wall in a glass case.

"So you have stuffed your place with your toy collection. No matter how many times I've seen these, they still creep me out."