Oblivious // Reader x Kim Namjoon

3) Another Match?

You awoke and it took a few moments for your brain to really turn on again. You smacked your dry lips, pulling the blanket back over your shoulder to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep. You had nowhere to be for the rest of the day so you knew you could cherish it.

Your mind was now awake, but your body was not. Your eyes stayed shut as your brain was stuck thinking about various things. You thought about the book you were reading last night (and how much of it you still had to read before tomorrow). You wondered how late Yuna and the boys returned from their from their party, or if they had even returned at all. You focused you listening in and could hear the faint sound of Yuna's breathing from across the room. You knew that she was probably out cold from having tired herself out so much the night before.

It was kind of crazy how drastically different the two of you were. You and your best friend shared basically nothing in common, but still, you wouldn't want to give that title to anyone else. Perhaps you being her exact opposite gave her the key necessary to understanding you and your every move. She knew what you were thinking before you did. She knew what you were going to do before you even thought about it. You were the same way toward her.

You wondered how grumpy and hungover all of your roommates would be and dreaded having to deal with their crankiness all day.

Your phone buzzed.

You chose to ignore it, sleep sounding more enticing.

That was until you remembered that you had been messaging Namjoon last night and that you were anxiously awaiting another message.

You couldn't believe that you had forgotten.

Your eyes shot open, and you blindly grasped for your phone in the dim morning light, the blinds in your room still tightly closed. You got it in your fingers, careful not to drop it on the floor, and quickly checked the notification.

You sighed.

A stupid email from the university. No parking in the south parking lot today. They were paving it.

You groaned and plopped your phone down across your bed, pulling your blankets up once more, aggravated. You allowed yourself to drift back to sleep, your thoughts racing over the conversation from the night prior, hoping that it would ensure you some sweet dreams.

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You sat at the kitchen table, your hands being warmed by the heat of your mug. You took a sip of your tea and continued scrolling through Instagram.

You laughed at the thought of your friends' drunken antics, and also at the thought of them running around the city, slightly drunk (or very drunk). You knew they were all back at the apartment safe and sound so that prevented you from worrying too much.

You opened Snapchat to see a few snaps from Jimin.