bangtan one shots

two in the morning ⇒ kim namjoon

a/n: i am not proud of this... :/

#24. "i know it's the middle of the night, but can you come over, please?"

you were sound asleep when your phone began to vibrate and release the sound of your favorite song...rather loudly. you whined dramatically and rolled over. you had forgotten to silence your phone for the night. something you never fail to do. every other night, your phone was set on vibrate, and every once in a while, even that little noise was enough to wake you up. however, it seemed like a nice coincidence because when you grabbed your phone off of the little, wooden bedside table and held the screen close to your face, you read your boyfriend's nickname: joonie 🐨.

you smiled subconsciously. you were no longer angry at the person calling you at two am because that person was none other than your boyfriend. you pressed your thumb to the bright, green button, and held the phone up to your ear. "hello?"

"hey, babe." you hear his voice. you can easily pick up the exhaustion and frustration laced in his deep voice.

your eyebrows furrowed and you sit up in your bed, bringing a hand up to run your fingers through your bedhead. "hey," you begin with a worried tone. "is everything okay?"

there's a slight pause, followed by a heavy sigh. "i don't know. i couldn't sleep so i went to the studio to work on some songs. but, i'm kinda stuck and it's stressing me out."

you hummed. "why couldn't you sleep?"

"there's probably a million thoughts running through my head. i'm just stressed i think."

you felt your heart sink a bit and listen closely to the other side. you can hear namjoon's sighs, or the rustling of papers, or the creaking of his chair.

namjoon sighed again. he seemed a bit hesitant. "listen, i know it's the middle of the night, but can you come over, please?"

you immediately threw away the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. "yeah, of course. i'm on my way, okay? just give me a few minutes."

"thank you, y/n. i'll see you in a bit."

you nodded, a small smile on your face. "alright, see you."

you hang up and spring up from your bed, reaching over to turn on the lamp next to you. you were in a pair of shorts and an old tshirt. you quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and throw on a hoodie that you had randomly pulled out of your closet. you turn to look at yourself in your mirror, but you were more worried about your puffy face and bedhead than your attire. you try to soothe out your head, and waved away your tired face. while shoving only some essentials into the pockets of your hoodie, like your wallet, keys, and phone, you hurry out of the door of your living quarters.

after you stepped outside, you shivered slightly. your eyes looked around your street. the night was eerily quiet, given that it was two in the morning. you shiver as a cold breeze grazes your face. you hiss and turn in the direction of the bighit building, where namjoon's studio was located. on the way, you stop by a convenience store and buy some snacks and two drinks. then you hurry over to your boyfriend.

you walked into the building. some parts were dark while only a few lights here and there remained on. you followed the lights until you reached namjoon's studio. you knocked lightly, pausing, and then cautiously opening the door. you peeked your head inside, and found namjoon sitting at his desk, his gaze on the computer screen in front of him. he had his headphones on, so he probably didn't hear you. you smile and creep inside, shutting the door behind you. trying your best not to scare him, you stand off to his side and gently touch his shoulder. his head whips around to see who had touched him. you could feel his shoulders relax as he recognizes you, a sheepish smile on his face.

"hey." he greeted, removing the headphones.

you smiled in return and held up the plastic bag. "hungry for a snack?"

you sat down on the couch next to namjoon, the bag of food and drinks wide open on the coffee table. you were eating a donut as you looked around namjoon's office. you could see the messy pile of paper on his desk, as well as a few pieces of crumpled paper in his trash can. you turned your body to face him. "do you want to talk?" you asked.

namjoon looked at you, a light blush coming to his cheeks. "i don't know. i kinda feel stupid."

your eyebrows furrowed and you leaned closer to him. "what do you mean? your feelings aren't stupid."

namjoon smiled lightly and reached for your hand. "i've just been feeling stressed. you know, we had just come back from a world tour and now we're working on our muster event." namjoon passionately smiled, and you knew he was thinking about his armys. "but, this time, everything seems harder than normal. like there's more pressure than normal. i've been trying to take my mind off of everything by working on some songs, and i think for the first time ever, even that isn't helping."

you nodded, trying to understand how he was feeling. being who he was, you knew namjoon was under a lot of pressure. you looked at your boyfriend as he drank from his drink. "namjoon," you began and looked into his eyes. "you do know that you are loved very much, right? not just by me or your family, or the other members, but by armys too. we all support and love you, and we very much appreciate the content you put out for everyone, and how much effort your put into each project, and how much of a leader you have to be. all the work and effort that you put into things, we all see that. i get that sometimes times like these can get stressful. but you're doing your best." you pause and gently squeeze namjoon's hand. "perhaps you should take a break."

namjoon inhaled deeply, and let out his deep breath as he looked around. "that sounds really nice."

you smiled. "it wouldn't hurt."

namjoon turned his head to look at you. he met your eyes before leaning down to place a hard, passionate kiss to your lips. you blushed and smiled as he pulled away from you. he pushed himself off of the couch, "let me clean up and shut everything down."

you nodded, and watched namjoon from the couch. you watched as he moved around, cleaning up and straightening his papers, sitting down to save files or to exit out of things, and then shutting everything down. the computer went dark, slowly losing his lively hum. then he stood up and walked towards you again. he grabbed your hand and helped you up, afterwards grabbing the trash and putting it into the plastic bag. when he stood back up, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his again. "i love you, kim namjoon."

he smiled shyly. "i love you too."

you grinned. "now let's go home, to my place. where you can sleep for the next twenty-four hours. you don't have a schedule tomorrow, right?"

namjoon shrugged, "not that i know of."

you paused your actions, before continuing. "good enough." you pushed namjoon out of his studio and shut off the lights. "let's go."

namjoon chuckled lightly as you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to your apartment. there, you told him to lay down. you cuddled into his chest as he arms wrapped around you in a protective and loving manner, and it wasn't long until the both of you were fast asleep.