Choose Your Own BTS Adventure

PATH 4: NAMJOON - PART 1

Although you fell asleep quickly, your fitful slumber didn't last long. You found yourself tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. The moment you thought you had found a comfy position, the lumpy couch would call you a liar, making you feel stiff and sore and just miserable.

You sat up with a sigh. This was clearly going to be a looooong night.

"Hey," you heard a deep male's voice call to you from behind, causing you to twist all the way around in shock to crane your neck for a glance. The owner of the voice was Namjoon, all dimples and teeth.

"Sorry," he said, slowly coming closer to you. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just came out for a drink of water."

You nodded your head at him but held your tongue as well as the rest of your body still.

Namjoon dug one toe shyly into the floor, twisting it in circles against the cool marble. He smiled at you again before ducking his head bashfully towards his chest. Motioning one crooked finger towards the kitchen, he went on, voice low and guarded, "I'll just go then. I'm sorry again."

Silently, you watched as he left. It wasn't until he disappeared out of sight that you scolded yourself for acting like such a dunce. What were you doing, getting all weirded out by his presence? It was his home after all. You were the intruder. You wanted to sink into the cushions of the sofa and disappear.

The man returned, two clear glasses of water held out in both hands. He offered you one of the glasses, along with yet another one of his bright, dimply smiles, and you took it, a small look of gratitude squishing your lips together bizarrely.

You weren't sure why you were suddenly feeling so uncomfortable around the man. Maybe it was the darkness that was making you hyper aware of his every move as he hiked up his grey sweats over his hips and sat down next to you, close enough for you to smell his soapy skin, his hair still wet from his evening shower.

You swallowed down the thought and made a strangled choking sound in the process.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asked, studying your face like a textbook. He held his chin in his hands and absentmindedly rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip.

"Y-ye-yughaha," you choked out, now actually choking. You raised your glass of water to your lips and took several greedy gulps.

He watched and waited as you drained the entire glass of water before slamming it down a little too roughly against the coffee table, causing the bottom of the glass to clink against the table and roll around on its base. Hurriedly, you reached out a hand to right the glass before it could break.

Still, Namjoon continued to gape at you like you were a monkey in a zoo. You felt hot under his intense stare.

"Wow," he said finally, leaning back with a smile and rubbing his large hands along his thighs. "You must have been really thirsty."

'Yes, daddy,' your brain instantly responded but your tongue had the good sense to hold that part in.

"Yeah," you said, fumbling for words. "Thanks."

Dear lord, why was this man having this effect on you?

You desperately needed to get some sleep if this was the result of the jet lag. You felt the tips of your ears light up red as the blood moon.

"Is it hot in here?" you asked, tugging at the neck of your t-shirt. 'Or is it just you?' your dirty brain finished for you.

"Yeah," Namjoon breathed. "It is a little warm. If you want I can turn down the heat."