In Tokyo // Namjoon x Reader

In Tokyo

I wake up to the faint, ambient sounds of the city and the cries of trains passing by. The light, rhythmic tapping of raindrops against the glass fill me with a sense of serenity. Looking out past the patio of our hotel room, I see the vast buildings of Tokyo sprawled out below, slightly obscured by the droplets resting on the large, glass sliding door. A sea of gray rain clouds wash over the city, casting soft shadows throughout the room.

Drawing in a cool breath, I slowly pick myself up—leaning on my right arm—to check the time. While doing this, I hear the blanket rustle from behind me.

"Good morning," a familiar voice greets me in a low, gravelly tone, "I wish it would rain all day, forever." I look over my shoulder intrigued, "Namjoon? What are you doing awake at six in the morning?" His eyes were fixated on the cityscape behind me.

"Oh, nothing," he replies, "I'm just... Thinking to myself."

"About what?"

He pauses, "How happy I am being here with you, enjoying little moments like this, now that our tour is over."

This simple confession chases away the grasp of the chilly air. "I'm happy too," a small smile subconsciously forms onto my face.

We fall into silence, staring into each other's eyes. Although, I could tell that he was not focused on me, and that his mind was somewhere else. He seemed sentimental, his eyes looked lonely.

"Is something wrong?"

He snaps out of his momentary trance, "No, it's just..."

He sighs and looks down, breaking eye contact. "It's just...?" I question, prompting him to continue as I crawl back into the sheets. His voice darkens as he mutters, "I-I feel so lost and empty sometimes—even though I am grateful for all of the ARMY and success of our group."

My hand slides onto his waist; our legs barely touching. He still seems hesitant to open up. I give him a reassuring look and encourage him to continue.

"Do I miss myself? That side of me who's just a regular guy, Kim Namjoon?" his eyes are full of worry and self-doubt. I stay quiet and let him finish spilling his thoughts. "Do I miss your face?" he takes a shaky breath then his voice lowers to a whisper, "I don't know... I don't know."

His warm, large, gentle hand caresses my cheek as his eyes travel across my face, lost in thought. I ease my hand off of his waist and pull it close to my face, placing it on top of Namjoon's hand. My hand grasps his tightly and I lift it off of my cheek, pulling it close to my heart. With both hands, I squeeze his and give him a reassuring look.

"Look, it's okay. I'm here now," my grip on his hand tightens slightly, "We're together."

Uttering those small words, Namjoon's face fills with relief and his expression brightens up. Seeing this, my heart flutters, "Let's get back to sleep, it's still early." I loosen my grip on his hand and slowly turn around, wrapping his arm around my waist as if he were a koala and I, his branch.

After a brief moment, he mutters in that same low voice, "I can't sleep."

"Why?"

"Homesick."

He then gives a deep sigh and snuggles up to the crook of my neck. "Babe," he starts, "I just wanna... Stay right next to you."

I stay silent as I hold on to his arms, staring out at the cityscape, feeling myself grow drowsy.

"If I could choose my dream, I just wanna..." His voice lowers into a whisper and trails off, "Stay right next to you."

With heavy-lidded eyes, I begin to drift off back into sleep with nothing but the sounds of Namjoon's steady breath and the soft tapping of raindrops against the glass.