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✔Spiderweb | Namjoon

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Namjoon's coffee-colored eyes flicker across the computer screen, tracing the barlines as he carefully studies the melody in which he had spent the last two hours creating.

His headphones rest lazily on his head, pressing his newly-dyed chocolate-colored hair, down against his skull. It was already a mess; due to it being 2am and he's on a computer.

You, however, were the complete opposite.

Your (e/c) open, your eyelids fluttering just slightly. Glancing down, you expect to see Namjoon's chest, rising and falling with his even, heavy breaths under you.

Nope.

Instead you're greeted by the somehow infuriating sight of your pillowcase, sprawled across the top of the bed.

Namjoon's side of the bed, was vacant.

You yawn, sitting up. Your oversized sleep shirt--which once belonged to Namjoon-- falls to your lap, pooling around your sleep shorts.

"Namjoon?" You ask, your sleep-ridden voice coming out more as a murmur than anything else. You're met with only silence.

And the quiet whirring of a computer.

"Dammit Namjoon." You murmur, throwing back your comforter. The cool air hits your bare legs and arms, not missing the spot of skin that Namjoon's shirt stubbornly slipping off your shoulder, revealed. Your hair slips down, framing your tired face.

And somehow, the (H/C) hues of your hair only accentuated, and brought out, the pure irritation and sleepiness that was already evident on your features.

You finally reach the office, not before checking the clock on the wall across from your room. 2:17.

Which, like many aspects of the situation, irritated you even further.

Is wanting to get at least one night of sleep with your loving boyfriend so much to ask?

You peer into the office, squinting at the bright light that Namjoon's monitor emitted. Sure enough, there sat your boyfriend, dressed in a muscle shirt and sweatpants, back facing you.

"You know that you can do that another day. The comeback isn't for a while." Your voice rings out.

Namjoon, of course, doesn't hear you through his headphones. You sigh dramatically, quietly walking up behind your boyfriend. Without any warning, you plop yourself down on his lap, blocking his view of the screen.

He flinches, his dark eyes widening. He quickly slips his headphones off his head, setting them on his neck.

"You scared me, (Y/n)-love."

"I'm sure." You yawn, dangling your legs through the back of the chair, pressing yourself against your boyfriend. He studies you, probably trying to figure out why exactly, you were awake.

"Are you upset with me, jagiya?" He asks innocently, pulling you closer so that he could comfortably reach the mouse and keyboard. You sigh for what felt like the millionth time since you woke up alone, and allow him to see the monitor.