I Need You

Chapter 13

We walked to the special elevator, the bellboy behind us with our luggage. Namjoon used the card and called the elevator. The doors quickly opened and we all got on. It was a quiet ride up to the penthouse. I can't believe we will be staying in the penthouse part of the hotel. This is crazy. I guess I should try to get used to living the rich life. Although it feels wrong. I push the thoughts out of my head as the elevator rung, letting us know that we have reached the penthouse floor. Once the elevator opened, Namjoon motioned for me to go first. The bellboy was last as we walked to the door that was a few feet from the elevator. Once inside the bellboy put the luggage by the front door and Namjoon tipped him, he left and Namjoon shut the door. I reached for my luggage and walked to the room. Namjoon followed with his luggage.

"Oh, I forgot. There is only one room." Namjoon said.

"Umm. Okay. I can take the couch. No problem." I say.

"No, you will take the bed, I will take the couch."

"But you are so much taller than me. You will be cramped." I say.

"I will be fine, Lola." He says.

I opened my bag and grabbed my makeup bag and placed it in the bathroom, then I got a comfortable outfit, shorts and my favorite hoodie, some undergarments and walked to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a bath." I tell Namjoon.

"Okay."

I closed the bathroom door and set my clothes on the counter. I then started filling up the bathtub with hot water. I found a pretty rose scented bath bomb, so I put that in too as I got undressed. I climbed in and the water felt amazing. I sat there just relaxing, thinking about how lucky I was to have my friends, and even Namjoon. He has been nicer lately, and I like that. If he continues being nice, then I think I could like him as a friend, and possibly more. Once I was clean, I got out and got dressed. I braided my hair to the side and walked out of the bathroom. Namjoon was nowhere in the bedroom, I found him in the living room area watching tv. I sat down next to him.

"Oh, hey." he said.

"Hey, want to get food, and have a movie night? I just want to rest."

"Sure, I will call room service while you pick out movies."

I nodded and grabbed the remote. Luckily I could put Netflix on. So I signed into my account and searched something fun to watch. I found a few comedies. I figured they were perfect for today. Namjoon came back in and sat next to me as I started the movie. We sat on the couch, each at opposite ends as we watched the movie and waited for the food to come. Halfway through the movie, there was a knock on the door.

"Must be room service. I will get it." Namjoon said.

"Okay." I replied pausing the movie.

Namjoon came back in with a huge cart full of food. My eyes widened.

"Woah, you planning on feeding an army?" I ask

"Nah, I just know how you like to eat." Namjoon replied.

"Oh."

I sat there embarrassed. Did he think I was a pig? I mean I love food, but is this his way of saying I'm fat? I decide to shake off the negativity, and just focus on the movie. Once Namjoon sat down, I started the movie again. I started nibbling on the food. I was hungry, but I didn't want to eat like a glutton. After two movies, Namjoon looked at me seriously.

"Lola, why aren't you eating?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry." I lie.

"In the week that I have known you, you are always hungry and always eating, so I know that is a lie."

I just looked down at my hands. I had no response.

"Is it because you think you are fat?" he asked.

"I am fat. I have love handles, and my thighs touch."

"You are not fat. I happen to think that you are beautiful."

"You are just saying that to be nice."

"No, I'm not. Ask anyone who knows me. They will tell you that I am a very honest guy."

I sat there starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Lola, I want you to eat and get full. Do not starve yourself."

I just nodded. I then grabbed some food and ate, while I watched another movie. Eventually I feel myself being lifted off the couch and carried. I open my eyes and see that I'm in Namjoon's arms. I must have fallen asleep.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's late." he replies.

He then lays me in the bed and pulls the blanket on me. Then he walked away to the couch. I felt bad, but I wasn't ready to share a bed with him. Yes, he has been nice lately, but I cant just forget how mean and forceful he was in the beginning. I fell back to sleep soon after. I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. I open my eyes and check my phone. It's almost noon. Crap! I got up and walked towards the smell. There was Namjoon sitting at the table looking good in his tight black jeans, and blue button up shirt. His hair slicked to the side. I walked to the table.

"Good morning Lola." Namjoon said with a smile. Damn those dimples.

"Morning." I reply.

"Eat up. Then get ready we have places to see today."

I nodded and started eating. There was all kinds of food, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, crepes, juice coffee milk. It was a fat girl's heaven. Well almost. Once I was done eating I got up and walked to the room. I looked through my clothes to find an outfit for today. I decided on white skinny jeans, a purple tank top, and a beige cardigan with some plain black flats. I walked to the bathroom and got ready. I braided my hair in a fishtail braid to the side and walked out. Namjoon was sitting on the couch on his phone.

"I don't care Yoongi, get it done." he said.

"Do whatever you have to do, just leave him breathing until I get there. We are leaving tomorrow."

Namjoon looked up as he hung up. He smiled at me as he walked to grab my hand.

"Why are we leaving early?" I asked.

"The house was attacked last night."

"Oh no. Is everyone alright?" I asked.

"Yes, everyone is fine. Jimin got shot in the leg, but he will be fine. They got a few guys who are alive and are going to question them."

"Well we should get going. They need you." I said.

"No, they can wait one more day."

"No. I cant have fun here knowing my friend is injured. These people are important to you, and to me. Now lets go. I'm going to pack." I say walking out of the living room.