Touring, Namjoon X Reader

lookin' like a snack

... 6:05 PM ...

Audrey: "NO, I CAN'T MAKE THEM WAIT A WEEK! YOU WILL LET US SEE HIM TOMORROW OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL TEAR YOUR HOSPITAL TO- "

Namjoon takes the phone from Audrey, a risky move (due to her close relationship with the device) and tries to sprinkle a bit of water over the heated argument.

Namjoon: "Hello, this is Namjoon speaking now. Could I please be notified as to the next available appointment that you have to see our friend."

He waits for a reply.

Namjoon: "Tuesday?" Looking up and receiving a nod of satisfaction from the group about the date in question, he proceeds with the conversation at hand.

Namjoon: "Great, and how long are your visiting hours?"

He waits again.

Namjoon: "That's perfect, thanks for the help." He finishes, with a short smile.

Audrey: "Thanks for the help my ass!" comments Audrey, snatching her phone back and pressing it to her ear.

Audrey: "AS I WAS SAY-" removing the device from its previous position, she looks at her phone screen, then her sight snaps to us.

Audrey: "That bitch hung up on me."

Audrey powerwalks with her small black suitcase to the car she had arranged to pick her up, leaving the eight of us in the oh-so-familiar house that I first met the guys in. I take a moment to float my eyes over all the parts that I've missed, and it brings tears to my eyes thinking of how much my relationship with each of them has grown.

Namjoon: "You alright, beautiful?

I look at the man speaking to me and smile, thinking of how happy I am to be with such an amazing person.

Namjoon: "OH- I forgot to tell you, tomorrow I won't be able to come to the movies with the group."

Me: "huh, why not?"

Namjoon: "It's nothing, I just have a dentist appointment."

Me: "Okay" I reply, walking closer and making him embrace me.

I take a deep breath in and notice how comforting the smell of his shirt is. I press my face against the soft fabric of it, subsequently rounding my lips into a smile.

Namjoon: "I love you."

I mean, if there was the ability for me to smile further, I would, but the only thing I can do, is hug him tighter.

Me: "I love you too." I reply, giving hima peck on the lips and letting him join the others.

The guys, like magnets, propel themselves towards the couches and Jin gathers the remote in his hand.

Jin: "What shall we watch?!"

Whilst multiple options are being thrown in Jin's direction, he keeps shaking his head, as if batting them away. Each person on the couches sifts violently through their memory to find the 'perfect movie' that Jin would classify as satisfactory to watch. Even the man himself, with shut eyes, portrays a dramatic expression of determination to find 'the movie' somewhere locked inside a pocket of knowledge. One by one, as the couch members grow tired, the chant of film titles grows weaker. First Taehyung goes, defeated by the mighty, unpleasable, Jin; next it's Namjoon, who decides to admire the observing (YN) instead; Third it's Jungkook, who probably didn't give a shit anyway; The two last couch members are taken out simultaneously, looking for emotional refuge in each other. For a moment, all seems lost. Then, through the silence, a hero emerges. Jin, sharply opening his eyes and staring at me solemnly, waits a moment before whispering...