Last Ones Standing | Kim Namjoon

十七

I woke up on something uncomfortable. Two arms were wrapped around my waist and bright light was trying to enter my eyes. It was late, noon at most and my cheeks were dry, stained with dry tears. I finally opened my eyes and looked around.

'What happened last night?' was the first question to enter my mind. I rubbed my eyes and tried to sit up, only to realize that I was being held down by the arms around my waist. I moved my head to look at Namjoon who was sleeping peacefully on top of the couch we were both on. The couch was long but thin so I could only imagine he was hugging me so I didn't fall off.

A small smile made its way to my face when I heard him snore rather loudly. How did I sleep through that loud snoring right beside my ear? His face still looked handsome as ever even in his sleep. I shrugged his arms off me slowly as not to wake him up and stood up.

I looked around and saw that we were in the same office/shop we were in last night. The bodies of the walkers were gone and a shelf full of magazine was sitting on top of the trap door from last night. I wondered how Namjoon managed to get me out of that basement. Am I really that light?

I remembered everything from last night. I remembered how he hugged me as I cried until I fell asleep. I'm thankful to Namjoon. I wouldn't want to hold an ugly crying person all night until they fall asleep. I respect him for doing that.

I'm set on what I thought about last night. I want to start over. I want to show a new side and be positive towards life. Who knows how long I have before I die.

I started with finding a bathroom and washing my face. I brushed my teeth with some toothpaste and a toothbrush I stole from Yoongi's place and felt much better but I knew my cheeks and eyes were puffy and red which made me feel uglier than normal so I brushed my hair to look presentable and let my bangs fall on my face.

Once I was done with washing up, I went back out and inwardly screamed in happiness that there was coffee maker in the reception office. I suppose every office has a place to make coffee so I shouldn't be too surprised. I made two cups of coffee and put them on a tray.

Namjoon was still sleeping so I brought the tray out and put it on a table in front of the sofa. I stared at the young man's face as he snored, sleeping so peacefully, like he didn't give a shit about life. placing myself on the ground, I pulled my knees to my chest whilst holding my warm cup of coffee.

I took a sip, making a loud sound on purpose so that he would wake up. My plan went accordingly as he closed his mouth and opened his eyes. Namjoon sat up, looking a bit confused as I was sitting creepily in front of him just staring at him while he was sleeping.

"What a sight to wake up to" He said in his hot morning voice. He pat down his hair and stretched his arms while yawning. Well he obviously enjoyed his sleep.

"I made coffee" I said pointing to his cup. He seemed surprised but soon a smile showed up on his face.

"Is this heaven? I can't believe the cold-blooded Sora made me coffee" He said crossing his legs and leaning on the back of the sofa. I gave him a look but he stared at me innocently. I'm taking baby steps towards my new side. Hopefully, I'm not too nice suddenly.

"Why would you receive coffee from me in heaven?" I asked as he got up and walked towards the restroom.

"Because" He half-answers before disappearing into the toilets. I think he meant not to answer me. Weird man.

I got up and looked around the building. There wasn't much to do here and I was hungry but most of the food was in the car which was parked two blocks away and I was too lazy to go outside and deal with walkers right now.