Touring, Namjoon X Reader

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... 3:23 AM ...

Namjoon: "Please, (YN), come to bed."

I look over from the couch in his hotel room. Jungkook and I swapped rooms as we wanted to spend more time with our significant others. Seeing his sad expression sinks my heart even more. I can't sleep; I want to stay sitting by the rain and over-thinking.

Me: "Maybe later."

Namjoon: "(Nickname), it's half 3."

Me: "Precisely, I have ages before the sun comes up and we have to react to this."

Namjoon takes in a deep breath, runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

Namjoon: "If you won't come here, I'm coming there."

Me: "No, you need sleep."

Namjoon: "I'm only going to sleep if you do."

Me: "That's not fair, you know I have a bad relationship with sleep."

Namjoon: "But you have a good relationship with me, so I won't leave you alone."

He continues, waltzing over and placing himself next to me. After sitting down, he leans forwards to grab my shoulder, spin me around and bring me close.

Namjoon: "You're freezing." He whispers, his voice raspy from the show.

He's warm, the covers kept his heat in and I cozy up to what's left of it as, having no blankets on the couch, I'm quite cold. I redirect my attention to his shoulders, exposed by his white tank top, they curve nicely to later form the top of his bicep. His arms are muscular and that somehow makes me feel safe with him – or perhaps it's because I know he cares.

RING RING

We both turn out head to the bed in search of the ringing phone.

RING RING

Namjoon: "Whyyyyyy" He groans.

Fixated on the phone in the pocket of his jeans (which are thrown over the bed and replaced with shorts tight enough for me to see his... ass), he gets up.

RING RING

I reach my arm out to try and stop him, but he walks over to the noise anyway.

Namjoon: "Hello?"

I slump back in my chair, wondering my vision back to the gloomy night sky.

Namjoon: "Uh huh, I'm back in the hotel."

I enclose my arms around my chest to try and preserve my temperature as he carries on talking.

Namjoon: "Yes she's in here with me."

I'm assuming they're mentioning me, but I playfully glance around for another 'she' as I'm bored.

Namjoon: "I don't know about the others – I got here as fast as I could."

I'm overwhelmed by a flashback of Namjoon's hurried journey to bring us back to the hotel and a shiver runs down my spine – don't think about the concert.

Namjoon: "He what?"

Wait, who are they talking about now? One of the other guys?

Namjoon: "Coming down the stairs?"

Stairs? The only stairs I've encountered today were the ones in the hotel and the ones at the concert – are they talking about the concert?

Namjoon: "No, I didn't see, Jungkook and I were ahead of you guys."