Pillow | vmon

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STANDING in front of the door of the RKive studio with a hand cautiously clutching the doorknob, Taehyung stays quiet. He wasn't necessarily nervous or anything...

... It's just that the lights were completely off, yet he could hear someone inside. He knew he should knock out of etiquette, but the door was unlocked and something told him that to find out why Namjoon was gone so early in the morning, he'd just have to burst in.

So he does.

Taking a deep breath, he determinedly pushes the handle down to open the door, surprisingly being hit with chilly air as he takes a step forward inside.

"Hyung?" His voice is soft as he calls out cautiously, trying to adjust to the darkness.

And that's when he sees him.

In the corner of the studio, Namjoon sat on the floor with his elbows resting on his knees, head cradled by his hands. But after hearing his name he gradually glances up, his brows furrowed.

Taehyung feels his eyes widen and heart instantly clench sharply when he discerns the wetness and pure stress upon Namjoon's face. Of all things, he was not expecting for the leader to be like this.

"What are y-"

"Namjoon hyung, what's going on?" Taehyung steps into the room and switches on the light, making Namjoon instinctively bury his face in between his arms, remembering he looked like a mess.

"Taehyung... please just leave." He simply states tiredly, ultimately exhaling in resign as he leans his head back to rest against the wall while massaging his temples.

Taehyung shakes his head. "Hyung I- no. No." He steps forward and instantly crouches down to sit cross-legged, gasping at how cold the ground was. "Is... is this why you've been coming back home so late?"

"It's not that Tae, please just leave it at that."

The brown-haired boy presses his hands upon Namjoon's thighs and leans forward to get a better view of Namjoon's irritated eyes. "Why are you crying? Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not cr-"

"Hyung." He cuts him off. "I'm not just anyone, you can tell me anything, you can trust me."

"I'll say this only once more - I'm fine, so just leave."

Flinching at the cold tone, Taehyung shrinks back, moderately stung by the authoritativeness Namjoon has used on him as if he were some random stranger rather than his friend.

But pushing the hurt aside doggedly, Taehyung only scoots closer beside Namjoon and lies his head on the taller male's shoulder, ignoring the tenseness of his muscles. He crosses his arms tenaciously. "No, I'm not leaving."

Holding his breath, Taehyung shuts his eyes and waits for any sort of aggressive reaction because he was refusing to listen. Perhaps he would get jostled or yelled at. Except after a few moments, to his surprise, Namjoon just exhales deeply before slowly dropping his head to rest on top of the younger's.

They sit in ample silence. Namjoon breathes softly while Taehyung shuts his eyes and grips onto the older's shirt. Gritting his teeth, he tries to nonchalantly seek warmth because he was too stubborn to admit he was maybe... kinda... okay, he was starting to get really fucking cold.

As good of an actor Taehyung was, he was still craving the warmth of his blankets after having woken up not too long ago, making him extra prone to the chilly air.

So when his teeth start to involuntarily chatter, it's quickly apparent.

He curses at the stillness of the air in the room, how it was amplifying every sound that was emitted from him no matter how subtle.

Suddenly pulling away with a heavy sigh, Namjoon reaches up to tap his fingers twice against Taehyung's knee.

"Get up."

Not wanting to move, the blonde-haired male tightens his grip on Namjoon's shirt, only for the older to stand up, forcing him to have to let go.

Wiping at his bleary eyes, Namjoon grabs his keys and jacket hanging off the back of his chair. Glancing back at the heaps of papers filled with lyrics and the upcoming plans for the days to come was suddenly giving him second thoughts on leaving.

Maybe I should just double-check the-

"Hyung, please. It's so late right now."

Taehyung tugs on the leader's arm, trying to get him to step out of the studio. He was hurt and confused by his cold behavior, but he was beginning to piece together the reason for the tall male's indifference after looking at the scattered mess around the desk.

Namjoon glimpses at Taehyung then and notices the way he was trying to cover up how badly he was shivering. Although was used to the temperature of his studio at night, he knew the younger wasn't. Frowning at that thought, he blows out a long breath.

"Alright, let's go."

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