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"You don't understand" he scoffed, pushing past you. Your arms crossed even tighter as you swivelled to see him flop down onto the couch, his eyes squinting and hand rubbing his forehead in circles.
"I don't understand? Namjoon," You never used his full name, only when you were fighting, or sharing an intimate moment and you can probably tell which of the two situations this is right now, "I've been more understanding than you're willing to admit" "It doesn't make it true if YOU say it" he retorted, making your blood rise to its boiling point.
"Namjoon-" "No! Don't Namjoon me" he stood up, facing you, "I have to go to work everyday, 9 hours, 2 infact were cut off because of you.." he lifted two fingers, also exposing the veins that were near to popping on his pale hands.
It was true. He had cut off two hours of his usual practice time just to be able to see you more. You rejected the offer, but he insisted and didn't stand down until you gave in. Though it was all a very kind and thoughtful gesture, he wasn't able to cope with the less hours of work. You would think he'd be happy, but he was getting more stressed by the second.
"You don't need to stress-" "Yes I do! We're behind. We're not on schedule and tour starts in 2 days." He slowly sat down on the couch, burying his head in his hands. Your heart weakened, seeing him so panicked and drowned. Even with a few hours cut off work, he looked worse than ever; hair tousled, brimmed with sweat from his forehead. Bags were clearly starting to form under his eyes and his lips were dry and chapped, probably because he was out of breath from dance.
"Joon.." you took a hesitant seat next to him on the couch, your fingertips barely grazing his back until he got back up.
"No. Stop" Your eyebrows furrowed together, looking confusedly up at him.
"What is it?" "You can't just comfort me and tell he everything going to be fine. It isn't."
"I need to get back to the studio. Finish the song" he mumbled to himself but you stopped him, placing your hands on his hard chest and he stared down at you, pissed.
"Namjoon don't you dare. While you're in this state, mentally AND physically, I can't let you go work more for your condition to get even worse" "Move out of the way y/n" "Namjoon." "Y/n" he hissed through gritted teeth.
You stared into each other's eyes, feeling a little intimidated by his stern look upon you. Namjoon was never scary or frightening when he was angry. Of course, there were rare times where you would be fearful of his furious side, but he never ended up making guilty decisions. He was always just stubborn, would usually walk away from the situation, or find a way to get out of it.
