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The small apartment was completely silent, something that you were growing too comfortable with. The past month had been filled with every type of inconvenience that one could imagine. You had first lost your great grandmother's ring that you loved so much, but had soon found behind the dresser, then Rapmon took off running to chase a squirrel, but what topped it all off, was the news of the famous Kim Namjoon secretly being in a relationship.

You didn't know exactly how it happened, or when it happened, but somehow, someway the media found out that the two of you had been secretly dating for two years. At first, the response was shock. The world was surprised that such a secret had been kept for so long. Then, after the shock wore off, the congratulations started pouring in by the millions. People were ecstatic. Yes, there were the trolls, but no one gave them much thought.

That was until the paparazzi began following the both of you almost everywhere that you went. The blinding camera lights all but gave you a headache as you and Namjoon weaved your way through the sea of faces. While he was somewhat used to this, you were not. You were used to being just another person in the concerts, to meeting secretly in hotels outside of town, just to meet up with your boyfriend. This new life you had been thrust into was unfamiliar and scary.

Neither you, or Namjoon, thought the reveal would do anything to your relationship, but unfortunately it did. When HYBE found out about the news, you were certain that Namjoon's career would be over. But, thankfully, they had said that as long as it didn't become a distraction, everything would be alright. Only the stress didn't end there.

The arguments between you and Namjoon became more frequent. You didn't like going out with him in public anymore and he was starting to pick up on that.

"Are you ashamed of me?" He snapped one night.

"No, Namjoon!" You yelled. "Why would you even think that?"

"Because you never spend time with me anymore! You stay in the apartment all the time now."

He wasn't wrong. Going out in public was now exhausting and stressful. While you appreciated the bodyguards and everything they did for you and Namjoon, having them around almost all day was tiring.

You don't remember exactly when it happened, but it didn't take long for Namjoon to hardly ever be at home. He soon found himself drowning in work, constantly in his studio doing goodness knows what. At first, you were bothered by it, but as time went on, you found yourself beginning to accept it. You didn't blame him anymore, in fact you understood why he did it. It was easier than having to be home reliving the nightmare.

Earlier during the week, you found yourself talking with Jin. Jin and the rest of the guys couldn't help but notice what was going on, yet they didn't say anything, at least not at first. But, the tension during practice and Namjoon snapping at almost all the little things was becoming too much.

"How is everything?" Jin asked over the phone.

"Terrible." You replied honestly, not feeling like beating around the bush anymore. "He's hardly ever home, and when he is, he's distant and barely talks to me."

"Practice is the same way." Jin commented with a hint of sadness in his voice. "He's quiet and doesn't talk like he used to. Jimin tried to ask him what was wrong, but Namjoon said nothing."

"I don't know what to do, Jin..." You sighed, feeling the tears burn your eyes. "I feel like I've done everything and it's not working. I'm afraid that our relationship is the very thing HYBE told it not to be, a distraction."

"I wish I had an answer for the both of you, but I don't...I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Jin. It's not your fault..."

"I know, but it still hurts to see the both of you like this."

"I know...I just want my damn boyfriend back..."

Glancing over at the clock on the wall in the living room, you found yourself feeling empty. It was shortly after midnight and Namjoon wasn't home yet, not that you expected him to. He always came home after you fell asleep and was gone long before you woke up. Half the time, you were sure that he didn't even sleep in the bed with you, opting for the couch.

It was when you heard the sound of the front door opening, that you all but jumped out of your skin. You hadn't been expecting anyone, especially at this hour of the night. Before you had a chance to run and grab the wooden bat from under your bed, Namjoon stepped inside the dim lighting, closing the door softly behind him.

Namjoon looked exhausted and frail, like he hadn't been eating or sleeping, which was probably accurate. Taking off his beanie and his shoes, he let out a deep sigh, ready to fall asleep and not wake up anytime soon. His body was running on fumes at this point. Looking across the room, he was immediately taken back by your presence. You were honestly the last person that he expected to see right now.

"H-Hey..." Namjoon stuttered, silently cursing himself for the way he was acting.

"Hey." You replied in a small voice. "I didn't know when you were coming home, so I went ahead and put all the leftovers in the refrigerator, but I can take them out and reheat them if I need to."

"No, it's fine. But thank you." Namjoon smiled, but it wasn't genuine. "Jin made me eat some soup earlier. He said I didn't look well."

There was an awkward moment of silence between the both of you now and you hated it. You and Namjoon used to be able to talk about anything and everything, but now it seemed as if you were both strangers living under the same roof.

"What happened to us?" You questioned in a sad voice that tore at Namjoon's heart. "We used to be so close and now...all we do is fight and walk on eggshells...I don't like it."

"Neither do I..." Namjoon admitted, even though he knew his response sounded pathetic.

"Then why haven't you attempted to do something? Why are you so distant now?" You asked as tears blurred your vision. "You're hardly ever home and when you are here, all we do is argue."

"Because...I thought that if I buried myself in my work, that all of this would just go away..." Namjoon answered, feeling a few tears trickle down his own face. "I thought that maybe, just maybe, the problems would disappear and everything would go back to normal, but I was so wrong...ignoring the problem only made it worse. But, I also didn't want to come home to find out that you had left either."

"Wait...what?" You asked, still processing what Namjoon had just said.

"I thought that because of everything going on, that you were going to leave me. I knew for sure that the stress would become too much, you'd get tired of it all, and leave. I didn't want to come home to more emptiness..." Namjoon's voice was small and filled with brokenness. This was the first time in a long while that he was being open with you.

"Oh, Namjoon..." You said, closing the distance between the both of you, not caring about Namjoon's reaction as your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck. "I would never leave you...not over something like this..."

Namjoon immediately responded to the hug and held you as tightly as possible. It had been forever since the both of you shared a moment like this. Namjoon had missed it terribly and never wanted this moment to end. He had been foolish for pushing you away the way that he did.

"I'm so sorry, jagiya..." Namjoon whispered into your hair. "I never meant to push you away. It's my default setting...when things get hard, I isolate. It's a bad habit that I'm trying to break, but its not easy..."

"That's why I'm here, Namjoon...I'm here so you don't have to do this alone. I'm here to help you through the hard stuff. I love you so much and seeing you like this hurts. Please...let me in...let me help."

Namjoon placed his lips softly against yours, savoring this moment for as long as he could. The kiss was slow and unhurried, as neither of you were looking for anything more than comfort. Namjoon cupped your face in his hands and gradually deepened the kiss, causing you to let out a quiet moan. Namjoon couldn't help but smile against your lips as he continued kissing you, showing you just how truly sorry he was for what he had done. He knew that it wouldn't completely fix everything, but it was a small step in the right direction.

"I love you so much, Y/n. More than you'll ever know." Namjoon whispered, his lips barely touching yours.

"I love you too, Namjoon, forever and always. No matter what."

"No matter what?" Namjoon smiled, the light in his eyes slowly returning.

"No matter what." You repeated, feeling his arms tighten around your waist.

"As much as I would love to stay here with you all night long, I'm beyond exhausted and ready to sleep in my own bed with my beautiful girl next to me." Namjoon grinned as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea." You grinned, leading Namjoon to the bedroom.