Touring, Namjoon X Reader

Are you drunk?

... MORNING (DEC 23rd) ...

Namjoon: "(YN)! (YN) WAKE UP!"

I open my eyes. As I always feel annoyed when I'm woken up, I stare at the hazy figure in my room.

Me: "Whaaaat?" I moan into my pillow.

Namjoon: "Don't give me that, I don't want to be here as it is."

Me: "Then leeeaaave, you do it well."

Namjoon: "GET UUUUUP!"

Me: "FIIIINE." I comply, rolling off the side of the bed; the duvet breaks my fall.

Namjoon: "Watch out!"

I laugh in response to his warning and sit up, rubbing my eyes.

Me: "Why is Namjoon in my room?"

Namjoon: "Who did you think you were speaking to?"

Me: "MOMjoon." I say, slapping my knee at the awful pun I just made.

Namjoon: "Get up and collect your things!"

Me: "You still didn't answer my question."

Namjoon: "I'm here to bring you downstairs."

Me: "OOO! Are you going to carry me?"

Namjoon: "No." He says walking over to my wardrobe and opening the doors. "Is all of this to go in your bag?"

Me: "Yep."

Namjoon throws everything into the suitcase and then closes it post-haste. He quickly runs out with the suitcase and my shopping bags where he puts them down and someone collects them. After doing so he throws some clothes at me which he had reserved from putting in the suitcase.

Namjoon: "Get dressed, quickly."

Me: "But you're here."

Namjoon: "I've turned around."

I look up from the bed and see that he is telling the truth.

Me: "So you have."

I quickly slip off the dress from yesterday – god knows how I slept in that - and shimmy into the clothes he's given me. A plain black t-shit and a pair of blue jeans.

Me: "You've dressed me like yourself."

He turns around, his black shirt defining his torso and lighter blue jeans hugging his legs.

Namjoon: "So I have."

Me: "You have a terrible fashion sense."

Namjoon: "And you have terrible time management, I guess we're even."

Me: "I don't know... you are pretty odd."

Namjoon: "That was lame."

Me: "You're lame."

Namjoon: "We need to go."

I sit down in the pile of duvet, pulling my bags down from the bedside table and hugging them.

Me: "Whhhyyy I'm so tired."

Namjoon: "I know you're tired, but you have to."

I rest my head on the side of the bed and put my dress in one of the bags.

Me: "Where are we going?"

Namjoon: "Anywhere but here."

Me: "OOO a mystery."