One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 23

~Seokjin's POV~

I drove to our new apartment, and went up the steps to the door. Whenever I opened it, I didn't see Namjoon anywhere in the living room or kitchen. I went to check in his room, but he wasn't there either. I scrunched my nose, but then I heard movement in the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and found the door cracked open. I opened the door, and looked inside to find Namjoon hanging a medicine cabinet on the wall above the sink.

"Finally decided to show up, hm?" He said, without looking at me. I could tell from his tone that he was mad. I rolled my eyes at him, before walking out of the bathroom. I went to my room, and found Namjoon had put all of my boxes in a corner, along with my bed that was taken apart.

I sighed, before I took out my phone and turned it back on. I jumped whenever it started to beeped over and over, as each notification loaded individually. I frowned whenever I saw that Namjoon had spammed me with calls and texts. The calls showed up as one notification, but the texts, (there were over a hundred) were coming one by one. Whenever I opened the messages, I found that the first couple were asking where I was, but the newer ones were him spamming a single letter and sending it just to blow up my phone, ending with an emoji of the middle finger. Annoyed, I put my phone in my pocket before stomping back to the bathroom.

"Hey! Why did you blow up my phone like that?" I spat, as I slammed the door open.

He didn't even look at me. "You had the gall to leave in the middle of us unpacking a moving truck and ignore my texts whenever I was wondering where you went. For your information, I moved every piece of the furniture and every box out of that truck all by myself because of you. And do you hear me complaining now, about putting things away?" He said bitterly, and I frowned.

"You talk to much. I left because you were getting on my nerves."

"If me taking to you occasionally bothers you that much, then why did you agree to live with me? For the record, we're boyfriends now. I'll respect you if you respect me, alright? If you want me to stop talking or you need some space, just tell me. Don't just drive off in the middle of us doing something." He said, and I sighed.

"Whatever. But I swear if you ever blow up my phone again, I will be pissed!" I spat, before walking off back to my room. I shut the door and locked it, before I began to put together my bed.

About an hour and a half of me moving around my furniture in my room and opening boxes passed, before I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and got up, before going to unlock the door. I opened it, and glanced up at Namjoon.

"What?" I said and he sighed through his nose at my rude language, before he showed me a large bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.

"Want to drink a bit? We can continue putting stuff up tomorrow. Let's relax a bit." He said, and I frowned.

"You want to slack off? Go ahead. But I'm going to keep working. Drink by yourself." I said, and he frowned back.

"Alright, fine then. I will." He said, and walked off. I rolled my eyes, before I went back to work in my room. About an hour later though, I heard a thud in the living room. I sighed, before I got up to go check what it was.

I crossed my arms and glared at Namjoon's figure. He laid curled up on the ground, staring at the back of the couch. He rolled over onto his back whenever he realized I was watching him, and he licked his lips and stared me down. With unfocused eyes he mumbled, "You look beautiful, baby." He had a slight slur, and was obviously quite drunk. I rolled my eyes at him, before I approached. I pulled him up off the floor, and he hung himself across my shoulders as I helped him stumble to his room. Whenever I got the door open, I pushed it aside and helped him into his room. I laid him on his bed and threw the covers over him, and grumbled to myself as I left his room, turning off the light and shutting the door behind me before heading back to my room. I spent another hour or two putting things away, before I changed into some shorts and a large shirt and slipped into bed. A good twenty minutes of me tossing and turning passed, before I groaned in annoyance. I couldn't fall asleep in the unfamiliar place. It had never been a problem before at Namjoon's apartment, but I suppose I was drunk then. I couldn't get to sleep.