Night Sky

18

I promise, things will get interesting from here ;)

Dialouges in BOLD are in Korean.

Here we are back at our apartment building. The boys finished their shoot early and insisted we had dinner together again. The thought of recreating the last time I was at their dorm made me a bit nervous. I was protesting and rejecting their similar pleads of yet another movie night and I almost used all the excuses in the book but nothing worked.

This is how I ended up laying out blankets to six grown men laid out on me and Jesse’s shared apartment. After having dinner, we squeezed into our small living room to have a marathon of a Netflix series. Right after the third episode, I noticed the light snores coming from the bodies tangled on our apartment floor.

“Babe, get up please. I can’t carry you back to my room like this.” I hear Jesse waking Yoongi up from where they were cuddling on our sofa. Jesse was caressing Yoongi’s head and the latter just let out a whiny protest. Cute.

“Do you want me to help you carry him?” I offered.

“No, it’s ok. He looks thin but this guy is very heavy.” Jesse answered. “Baby, please. Come on. Or I swear, I’ll leave you here without someone to cuddle with.” I laughed at Jesse’s little threat. Yoongi sprang up at that, now half awake and encircled his arms on Jesse’s waist while standing up.

I chuckled at how ridiculous they look. “Night, Yumi.” Yoongi managed to say while they struggle to walk side by side with each other. Jesse just blew me a kiss and I dismissed them with my hand.

I looked back at the six boys sleeping soundly on the floor. Namjoon was the closest to me. His mouth was half open and I can see the exhaustion in his features. While I was waiting for them to finish earlier, I can see how hard they work just to make viable content for their fans.

I hear them playfully complain here and there with the outfits they were given but they quickly brush it off saying it will make their fans happy. I was squatting beside the beautiful man in front of me and I unconsciously swept the loose hair that is covering his eyes. He squirmed and I instantly stood up. My heart was beating so fast and I mentally prayed he wouldn’t wake up.

I heaved a sigh of relief when he settled back to a peaceful sleep again. I looked at the others and checked if they are comfortable enough. I left the night light open and strode my way back to my bedroom. I carefully closed my door to not create any sound and remembered how I still need to study for the upcoming midterm exams.

It was already 2am and I thanked God I finished two of the papers that are due next week. I can feel the exhaustion slowly creeping up to my bones. I stood up and decided to grab a glass of milk from the kitchen to help me get some sleep.

I walked out of my room with a slight tiptoe knowing that a group of people was sleeping in our living room. I can see the dim light of our kitchen open. Who’s awake at this hour?

Once I was close enough, I saw the familiar back of Namjoon’s light brown hair from where he was sitting on our kitchen counter. My slipper made a screeching sound making Namjoon turn his head to my direction.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked with his deep hoarse voice and droopy eyes.

“I was doing some school work. I just went out to get some milk.” I answered while bee-lining to the refrigerator.

He just hummed in response and continued to look at the cup he was holding. “How long have you been awake?” I asked. I was surprised I managed to start a conversation. To hide my sudden shock with the realization, I turned my back at him, grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured myself a glass of milk.