Bts // One Shots

Marriage part 2 - Namjoon

The light gets bigger as the distance shortens, it becomes clearer and I see it reads 'Omelas' in bold letters. The building has only a single floor of rooms. It seems unkept and dated but it looks like heaven to me right now.

We reach the entrance, desperately pushing open the door and walk into a heat filled room. It's stuffy but a huge relief. There is a guy sat at the desk, he's clearly shocked to see the both of us.

"You scared the hell out of me." The guy says with his hand over his heart. "You both seem very... wet." He adds when we don't talk. Namjoon and I sit on the sofa that is against the wall. "I'm Jimin by the way." He says introducing himself. "Need a room?" He asks. Namjoon stands up and digs through his blazer pockets and pulls out a wallet.

"Yeah, I want your best one." He says and digs for money. Jimin stands up and grabs a key off a hook and puts it on the table.

"£45." Jimin says. Namjoon looks at him confused.

"That's all?" He says, clearly not used to such such prices.

"I'm sorry, do you want to pay more?" I ask Namjoon. He shrugs and pays Jimin then takes the key.

"So did you both get married?" Jimin asks gesturing to our outfits.

"Nope but almost," Namjoon replies. "Long story short: we're on the run." Namjoon winks and puts his finger to his lips. Jimin doesn't seem exactly surprised. He must see a lot of weird stuff out here.

"You're room is outside to the left. It looks like it says 1a but it's 7a. The number broke." He informs us and we nod. We thank him and reluctantly walk back out into the cold.

We rush to our room and sure enough, the seven on the door looks like a tilted one. We walk in and I see two single beds. I mentally thank Jimin for assuming we didn't want to share a bed even though he picked the key before we told him we weren't actually married. Maybe he could see the distance in us? I don't know.

After I look around the room, my eyes come to Namjoon and I see he's stripping. "Um, whoa okay," I say and turn away.

"Sorry, I got to get these clothes off. I'll get sick." He explains and carries on. I sneak a peek back and see him in his underwear. "Hope this isn't too awkward for you?" He says and I pinch my lips together awkwardly. His body is toned and muscular, I'm kind of impressed but wouldn't dare to tell him that. I go to my backpack Namjoon had dropped on the bed. I dig through it and grab my large comfy shirt and shorts.

"Can you look the other way?" I ask Namjoon, desperate to strip off my dress.

"Would I even be a man if I said yes?" He asks amused and sits on the chair facing me.

"Hey, that's not fare! You're such a creep if you watch me get changed," I say folding my arms over my chest.

"You looked at me. I saw you look over your shoulder. There are no double standards here." He says and mimics me by folding his arms. I go to defend myself but I guess he's kind of right.

"You're seriously not going to give me some privacy?" I ask with no hope.

"It's more fun this way." He laughs. I sigh and start to pull at the zip at the back of my dress. "I was kidding, I was kidding." He says and sits backward on the sofa. 

Was I really about to just get changed in front of him? I change my clothes quickly then lay the dress over a chair. It's wet and muddied. Not that it really matters. 

Namjoon turns back to face me. "You're so skinny." He comments.

"Am not." I frown.

"Not like bad skinny, you're just so little." He adds as if it would make it any better.