Him | A Kim Namjoon Fanfiction | COMPLETED

Fourteen

I was woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. The Halo soundtrack. Of course. God, I was a nerd. It was 4am and Namjoon was sound asleep, softly snoring beside me. He was so adorable.

It was an unknown number so I hit decline and tucked myself back into bed, shrouded in the warmth of the covers. If it was that important they'd leave a message and then Ill sort it out at a reasonable time. Not 4 o'fucking-clock in the goddamn morning. Arseholes. But apparently it was important enough for them to ring again, just seconds later.

"Hello?" I growled into the phone, groggy and annoyed. Why cant people just call me at a normal time of day?

"Mia.." His voice echoed into the phone. It was him. It was really him. A nervous anger bubbled up inside of me, as I quickly yanked myself into the sitting position. Why? Why would he keep torturing me like this. Its taken me so long to get over everything he put me through, and now im finally happy he decides to try and waltz back in. Nuh-uh.

"What the fuck do you what?" I tried my best to keep my voice down, so I didnt wake Namjoon, but it was hard to be quiet and convey the correct amount of anger, sarcasm and pettiness that this bitch deserves.

"I- Im not really sure why Im calling.. I didnt hear back from you so.." he trailed off. Where was he even going with this?

"Right, well if you tried to use that one brain cell of yours maybe youd finally come to the correct conclusion that it was for a fucking reason. Now, its 4am here so Im hanging up now. Goodbye, Sam"

"Nononono, Mia. Wait."

Letting out a big sigh of exasperation, a clear indication that I was done with his shit and that if he didnt get to the point in precisely 3.27 seconds, I was gonna hang up on him, I replied, with as much attitude I could possible muster, "What?"

"Ive been thinking about what happened a lot lately, can we talk soon? I wanna-"

3. 2. 1. Almost a half.

"Bye." And I hung up. I hoped he'd get the idea and that would be the last I'd hear from him, but boy, was I wrong.

Namjoon began to stir beside me. "Whats going on?" He mumbled.

"Nothing bub, go back to sleep, I love you." I whispered, gently running my fingers through his hair.

"Luh-uh-uhh" He groaned back at me. Just the sound of his sleepy voice was enough to bring me back down, suddenly I was calm again. The contrast was astounding. He really was everything I couldve hoped for. It was the small things, moments like this, that made me appreciate how lucky I was.

* * *

"Hey, Mia. Can we talk really quick?" I was sat with my laptop balanced on my knees, sorting through some paperwork for the clinic, when Namjoon popped his head through the gap in my bedroom door. Oh no. No one likes hearing those words. It can never be good.

"Uhh.. sure. What about?" I asked, nervously.

"Well.. I was thinking.." he started, kneeling on the edge of the bed, in front of me. "we spend so much time apart because we're both always so busy with work and then we come home and we're tired and I feel like I never see you.."

"I mean, I completely disagree. We do literally everything together Joon. But Im listening, where are you going with this?" I came to realise that its just Korean people in general that are the drama queens.

"Okay youre right, it was kind of just an excuse. But.. well.." he sat looking down at his lap as he played with his fingers. "Wouh-uhh-muuh-uh-uh-uh" he mumbled so fast I thought his lips would take flight and lift him right off the bed.

"Eh? Didnt quite catch that one Joonie." I chuckled. He was never the best at being direct about things. Especially if he was nervous about it.

He took a deep breath and tried again. "Would you.. maybe... like to.. move in... with me?" He finished with a pout as he gave me puppy dog eyes. I couldnt believe what I was hearing. We had only been dating for a couple months at this point. Was he trying to scare me off? Of course I wanted to, is that some kind of trick question? I just.. I was scared. As usual.

"Joon, dont you think this is moving a bit fast?" I asked, cautiously.

"Uh.. I dont know.. I guess. Its fine if you dont want to I just thought it'd be nice to wake up to you every morning and everything. Sorry. Youre right. Too soon." His puppy dog look disappeared and was replaced by a sad looking shell of Namjoon.

"No.. its not that.. I just dont want anything to go wrong. Besides, its a huge shock to the system moving in with your partner. Especially if youre not used to sharing every inch of your space. Im just worried it'll force us apart."

"But.. I want to share every inch of my space with you." And out came that adorable pleading look again.

I paused for a few seconds. I mean, we havent been together for that long but, we've been friends for over a year, and we stay together so often we might as well already be living together. Everything always felt so right with him. Even this. But I wondered if that little nagging voice in the back of my head saying "yeah but what if" would ever stop.

"Fine.." I sighed. "But, on one condition."

"Anything for you" Namjoom smirked, bowing his head to me slightly.

"I get to sleep on the right side of the bed"