It's My Job ×NamJin×

#24

Seokjin ~

"Yo, Jinnie," I heard Namjoon's voice from outside my door, "Wake up, Bro." He never called me bro, I think he's doing it because of yesterday.

I pulled the covers of my bed over my head, "Five more minutes,"

"Dude," ouchie, my feelings, "It's two pm already. I pulled some strings for your shoot today, but latest we can show up is three, so get your sweet ass up."

I sighed and trudged out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater. I brushed through my hair with my fingers and brushed my teeth. I'd lost my appetite after being woken up by someone I'd cried over. I figured I'd brush my teeth since I wouldn't have to drink orange juice at the moment.

"Ready?" I nodded, "Then can we just get on our eay right now?" I nodded again. I was really fucking tired, I don't know why. I felt like sleeping for two days straight.

I shuffled my feet over and somehow made it to the car. I got into the passenger seat and immediately laid my head on the door, closing my eyes. We drove in silence, save for the radio, and it was uncomfortable. I didn't mean for it to be, but something about it made it weird. But I knew talking would make it even weirder, and I was ready to pass out, I didn't need awkward conversation in my life right this second.

He thought otherwise.

"Jin, why are you being so, so quiet?"

"Mmm" I shrugged, not moving from my position on the door.

He sighed, "Is this, is this about last night? Because I'm really sorry, Seokjin but-"

"What? No! No, that's not what-"

"Oh, okay good, I just didn't want you to hate me-"

"No, I'm just really tired." I stopped him, not wanting to talk anymore. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."

"We can turn around and we can compromise, sleep for three days." He chuckled, "I can call and reschedule if you want."

"Yes, please." I laid my head back down and closed my eyes, hearing Namjoon talking to someone over the phone, and then falling asleep.

I woke up in his bed, only waking up because his phone went off. Even more surprising, Namjoon was next to me in bed. Even more surprising, he had his arms and legs wrapped around me. He only untangled his limbs from around me to answer the phone. I pretended to only be moving because I was stirring in my sleep. I felt slightly colder now that his body heat was gone.

"Gahyeon! Oh, fuck, it's nice to hear your voice again. How's the dumbass doing?" Who the fuck is 'Gahyeon'? "When are you coming?" A slight pause came from him, "Tomorrow?!?!" I nearly shit my pants, fuck he's loud. I only twitched a little, so he didn't notice. "Shit! Fuck, I'm so glad to see you then!" Another pause, but followed by solemn words and tone, "I need to introduce you to someone." He sighed, "No, he's not my boyfriend. Just a, a good friend of mine. Yeah, he lives with me, but still not a boyfriend." The person in the other end said something else, and his entire demeanor changed again, "Fuck yeah! We should definitely do that- not. No way am I letting you do that. Fine. Its a stern maybe. Whatever, the truck is coming with you, right?" He sughed contently, "Alright, see you then, 'Yeon. Bye, Love you." The call ended and I felt him turn back to me, which was my cue to squeeze my eyes shut and go back to 'sleeping peacefully'.

I felt him get up and heard him walk around the bed over to me. He picked me up bridal style, and kept walking. I laid there as convincingly limp as I could and let him carry me to wherever he was carrying me. I was kind of scared because Namjoon was the type of guy to carry you like this and accidently smack your head on the doorframe. But he was carrying me, so against my own will, I gave him all the trust I could muster up.

I felt my fingers hit my bed, then the rest of my body followed suit. Namjoon laid me there and covered me with my covers. I heard his feet begin carrying him out of the room, but just when I thought he was leaving, he came back. And just to leave a kiss on my forehead. "Night-er, afternoon? Whatever, sweet dreams, Jinnie." He whispered and left.

What the fuck.

Is that allowed?! Aren't friends not supposed to do that? Well, I mean, they can but, but with Namjoon it's different. This dude better stop doing things that make me like him or else.

I woke up the next day, finally feeling like I had energy. I checked the clock, eight am, and decided to make breakfast for us. Why not? What else did I have going on anyways.

When I walked out of my room, Namjoon's door was still closed, he was still asleep. So I knew I'd be as quiet as I could to avoid waking him up. I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen. I got to work on eggs and french toast, bacon, too. If he didn't like it then that was his own personal problem.

In less than fifteen minutes, I had food ready, and decided I'd serve myself some food. He could eat when he woke up.

I sat down, and ate happily. It hadn't dawned on me that I hadn't eaten yesterday until the first bite of eggs went into my mouth. I think my body got angry at me and somehow made me hungrier. Before I knew it, My plate was empty and I had syrup dripping down my chin. I laughed to myself.

The door opened, revealing Namjoon and a young girl behind him. His smile faded when he saw me, not too much, but definitly enough. "Oh, uh, morning, Seokjin." He threw a big smile at me, I guess to make up for losing it a couple seconds ago.

I must've looked crazy to them, I grabbed a napkin and wiped the syrup off my face. "Morning," I said around a mouthful of food, and tried to smile.

"Gahyeon, this is Seokjin. Seokjin, this is Gahyeon, my sister."

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