Touring, Namjoon X Reader

The plight

... Namjoon's POV ...

I get up from my nap. Not having showered yet; I decide to do so. I look at the clock while walking into the bathroom; 1:21. Getting in, I turn the water on and let it clean me as I spend my time in a pensive state.

That was one long day of shopping (and being reprimanded, of course). I know that J-Hope's intentions with (YN) are anything but pure and it kills me that she can't see it. That she won't listen to me. That she's so naïve, so innocent, so pure.

The thought of her makes me long to feel her touch, desire the feeling I get when I hear her voice, knowing she's with me. The morning she gave me my jumper back, she was so shy. Her face blushed when I looked at her, even more so when she gave it back to me. Knowing that she needed something of mine with her, it gave me hope that she and I could be together.

When I look around my room, in hopes of finding the piece, I can't discern its position. Where did I put it? OH CRAP! I left it downstairs when we had the show. I need to find it, it means a lot to me.

I turn the water off, dry myself and then put comfortable clothes on. Rushing out of the door I grab my room card and head down the escalator. At the bottom I can hear faint voices, someone must have left the TV off. I shrug that off and rush into the food room, passing reception as I go.

I consider the empty room. To my dismay, the jumper is not here. I turn back and head out. Someone's moved it. I further into the main room. Where would they have out it. I take two steps and then stop. I know! I look to my right: reception.

I walk up to the counter and peer over; it's just as I expected. The jumper is lying there, on the desk still as neatly folded as it was when (YN) gave it to me. I pick it up and hold it close to my chest. The epitome of comfort, it even smells of her. My head flutters at knowing she's probably tucked in bed, snug and serene.

When coming back into reality, I still hear the TV playing so I decide to turn it off. I walk past the escalators and into the lounge. Someone's on the couch. I take a step further and-

My organs boil in fiery rage at the plight before me. J-Hope with his arms wrapped around- is what I'm seeing real? I-I can't help but choke on the sight I'm seeing. I can't bear to look at him. My eyes wonder to see her; hair covers her face but she looks: safe, secure, sheltered. To be sheltered in his arms, however, it hurts. Why would she-

J-Hope: "Namjoon? Why are you here?"

I stop in confusion. I was about to ask him the same- I would have more reason to be here than him. I should be the one lying next to her, not him. I should be with her, not him. She and i are together, not the other way around.

Namjoon: "Get away from her."

J-Hope plasters his face with a smirk. I want to take it and slam it into the wall!

J-Hope: "Why? She asked me to be here. She says I make her feel safer than you do."

My heart feels as if it's shattering into millions of sharp pieces. Even if I try to pick them up, I couldn't put them together, because they're together. I say nothing but take one last look at the sleeping pair and turn away, my eyes water and I cast the clothing aside. My chest aches, more than when I am normally with her. The image replays in my mind and I run to try and get away from it, but it's still there. I race up the escalators and frantically open my door, close it and then tears start to run from my eyes. (YN) has never hurt me this bad...

... MORNING ...

... My POV ...

Who is that? I can hear faint voices fill the small opening in my consciousness. As I start to take in more of what I hear, I realize that the TV is still switched on. What time is it? I try to open my eyes as light floods my vision, blinding me instantly. I can't see a clock but I know that in my bag (that I had thrown on the floor last night), my phone awaits the touch of my fingers. I reach out my hand to grab it, thus jerking my body forwards; I am pulled back. There is someone behind me on this couch. When did Namjoon get here? Why does his grip feel slightly more constricting? Why can't something inform me as to what the time is? That's it- I'M ROLLING OVER!

Twisting my body in the arms of the predator that binds me I see-

WHAT 'N TARNATION?!

The realization that it is J-Hope who is next to me, gives impetus to my urge to escape. I oust myself from his arms and fall consequently to the floor beside my bag.

J-Hope: "What's wrong?" growls Hoseok whilst observing me on the ground, he'd been sleeping on one half of his face too long so his hair is defying gravity and an indent is scrawled across his cheek.

Me: "Ah- Eh- W- Wh- What are you doing here?" My surprise forces me to stutter.

J-Hope: "I came downstairs for a glass of water during the night, heard the TV on and came to look at why. When I saw you curled up in a ball, because of how cold it is down here, I chose to stay for your comfort."

Me: "My comfort? You didn't ask if I was okay with you putting your whole body up against mine! It doesn't feel right, OR COMFORTABLE! Please, don't do that ever again, especially if I am unconscious."

I whisk my bag into my hand and then spring up from the floor, running out of the lounge and onto the escalator. That guy has some nerve, spooning me during the night. I shudder at how violated I feel and then proceed to walk to my door and open it. I close it and then head towards my shower in hopes of washing this feeling off.