You don't understand why Namjoon is so shaken by how long he had slept. Yes it was quite a while but you've definitely had times where you worked 3 days in a row and recovered by sleeping for 12-13 hours straight.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up since Namjoon had been sitting frozen in place for a good 5 minutes. You also found a spare new toothbrush for him to use.

You are now changed into black sweatpants but still in your yellow crop top, making eggs, toast, and bacon for breakfast. Namjoon had offered to help but you've seen In The Soop. No chance in hell he's getting near a flame.

You told him to give Jin a call so they could coordinate on how to get him home.

Namjoon steps out from your room once the phone call is over, walking through the living space and into the kitchen. He hovers behind you, watching you cook.

You can feel his breath on your neck and it makes you shiver.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" he asks. You look at him and you can see it in his eyes he's begging to be useful.

"Yes actually. I'm almost done cooking, can you please grab the plates and cups from that cabinet and set the table? And the silverware is over there," you point to the island drawer.

He beams, flashing his dimple smile, excited that he can be useful after all the help you've given him. Every time he smiles brightly at you, your heart gets all twisted and your stomach is in knots.

Sorry Jimin, I might have a new bias now.

After a few minutes you're both sitting down, eating in a comfortable silence. Namjoon's inhaling his food like he'a been starved for days. You guess that's pretty normal for how much energy it takes to sleep that long.

Once finished, Namjoon cleans up and does the dishes, refusing to let you help. You decide to go change into jeans and a pink blouse, not wanting to meet his manager looking homeless.

As soon as Namjoon finishes the dishes you hear a knock on your door. It's probably his manager or driver but you hide him in your room just in case.

You open the door and freeze in your spot.

"No fucking way," you exhale shakily.

Standing before you is a taller gentleman you've never seen before, Kim Seokjin, and none other than Park Jimin himself.

I'm going to shit myself.

The taller man is dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. He's got disheveled black hair, but it's the kind of messy you do on purpose. His face is round and he has some of the kindest eyes you've ever seen.

Jin is dressed in his iconic monochromatic purple sweatsuit. His hair is long and shaggy but he's as beautiful as ever.

Jimin's blonde hair is slicked back, and he's dressed in a white button up that's tucked into his tan slacks. His sleeves are rolled up to his mid forearm and a few top buttons are undone, exposing his collarbones.

I'm going to sue him for emotional damages.

"[Y/N]! It's so nice to meet you in person!" Jin exclaims, pushing past you into your home. The other man and Jimin follow behind him. Jimin makes a tiny bow and flashes a shy smile as he walks past. You're still just standing there like a moron, mouth half open as they take their shoes off beside the door.

"Now where is that little shit- Oh hey! Kim Namjoon!" Jin runs to hug Namjoon as he makes his way out of your room, making him grunt as he slams into him.

You finally snap back to reality and close the door, heading into the living room where they all stand.

You walk up to the cluster of men and stand there with an unrecognizable expression on your face. You imagine you look like the white lady from that one meme doing all the math equations.

Jin bursts into laughter. "Yah! Aren't you excited? I brought your bias!" Jin shouts as he slaps Jimin on the back.

Your face flushes a bright red that makes Jin laugh even harder. "Hyung stop teasing her, we owe her a big thank you," Jimin says sternly.

"This is how I'm repaying her! She gets to meet her celebrity crush- OW" Jimin cuts him off with a punch to the ribs, then flashes you with a smile so big his eyes disappear.

As Jin is doubled over in pain, Jimin takes a step towards you and reaches his hand out. "Thanks again for taking care of Namjoon-hyung. If anything ever happened to him we would be devastated. So I sincerely thank you. Jin does too, he's just an idiot."

Your shoulders finally relax, and you extend your hand to finish the handshake. A wave of confidence hits you as soon as your skin touches his.

Wow. I'm really shaking hands with It Boy Park Jimin.

You flash your best smile and lean your head to the side. "It's no problem. I see you're aware I'm a fan, so you know this opportunity was actually you doing me a favor," you giggle.

You try to pull your hand back but Jimin squeezes it tighter, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. "Wow," he says, giving you elevator eyes. "Now that I really look at you, you're absolutely gorgeous."

Jimin slowly licks his bottom lip with a smirk, looking at you the way you look at grilled meat on a summer afternoon.

Prepare for my funeral. This is it, I've hit my peak. There's no recovering from this. What I would give for this man to body roll on top of m-

Your thoughts are cut short when Namjoon yanks your hands apart, stepping in front of you and glaring at Jimin. He lets go of Jimin's arm but he holds onto your wrist.

"She's off limits," Namjoon growls.

Your knees almost buckle underneath you.

Oh my god I need some Hobiwater. I need to pray to Namjesus.

"Hey, you two," Jin interjects, "she's not property."

Yes I am.

The room is silent for a few seconds before you force out an awkward chuckle, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Hey it's all good," you say as you move to stand next to Namjoon, who's still refusing to let go of your arm. "This is plenty in repayment. I got to video chat with V, meet Worldwide Handsome, get complimented by Jimin, and stay the night with Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon and Jimin stop glaring at each other and turn their attention to you. You remove your wrist from Namjoon's grasp to squeeze his hand, and you can feel the atmosphere lightening up immediately. He looks at you with the softest look in his eyes that almost makes you melt.

"Oh yeah." Jimin whispers to Jin, too quiet for you or Namjoon to hear. "I can't compete with that."

The next few minutes are spent by Namjoon explaining everything to his manager, who you now know is called Mr. Song, in more detail. You're all standing around the kitchen island as he speaks. He describes what the fake bodyguard looked like but it's hard to describe him. A lot of bodyguards dress in suits with sunglasses and sport a similar hairstyle. The only detail that stuck out to Namjoon was a small scar that cut through his left eyebrow.

"Okay, we'll see what we can do," Mr. Song sighs, "but for now we need to get you back to the office." He glances at his wristwatch. "It's 8:15am now, and you have a magazine interview at noon."

"[Y/N]," Mr. Song says, turning to you, "I know it's been said a hundred times but thank you so much." He backs away from the island and bends into a deep bow.

You put your hands up and frantically move them around "Oh no no no need to bow. Please. I really am happy I could help. I genuinely want nothing but the best for these guys," you say shyly.

Mr. Song slowly straightens back up and smiles. You can feel Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin also smiling around you. You want to crawl in a hole from all this attention but it's from BTS, so it's not so bad.

"Alright, let's head out," Jin says. "Mr. Song already spoke to the manager of the building and the security cameras have been turned off. They also cleared out the back entrance for us. The car is outside."

Your shoulders drop. It's already coming to an end. You're grateful for the experience but you're sad it has to end. Namjoon looks over at you and can tell you're a little disappointed, but he's not sure if you're disappointed by him leaving or Jimin.

You all shuffle towards your front entryway, Jin opening the door to head out first, followed by Mr. Song, then Jimin. Namjoon starts to walk out but stops in the door frame and pauses there for a few seconds.

"Guys, go to the elevator without me," he states, "I'll meet up with you in a second." Your breath hitches as he turns around to look at you.

He takes a few steps towards you, letting the door close behind him, and swallows you into a bear hug. You're frozen in place for a moment, but then you slowly wrap your arms around him, squeezing him back. You're trying to blink back your tears. You know he has to leave, and you don't want to make him feel bad for it.

He's an idol, he can't date. You know this. You're not even sure if he'd be into you or not — he's got countless beautiful women throwing themselves at him. You're going to be a distant memory to him; probably someone he won't even remember. You know this, but it still stings a little.

You two stand there, embracing each other for a minute or two before Namjoon turns his head to whisper in your ear. "Thank you," he breathes, still squeezing you tight.

Just his voice is enough to set your whole body on fire. Your ear and neck feel like they're burning where his breath touches. It's like electricity is bolting through your entire frame. You never knew it was possible for a man to make your body react this way.

You nuzzle your face between his neck and shoulder a little bit more. "You're welcome," you whisper, your voice sounding shaky.

Namjoon slightly flinches at your words, but squeezes you a little bit tighter before pulling away from the hug. He looks down at you, giving you that famous dimple smile that almost chokes you.

You give him a shy smile back before he backs away and opens the door, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. He pauses again in the middle of the door frame, pursing his lips like he wants to say something.

You see him shake his head and look down, deciding not to. It breaks your heart a little, but you understand why. He can't leave you with any false hope of seeing him again.

You muster up a small laugh to make him feel better. "Goodbye Kim Namjoon. Don't forget to take care of yourself."

He looks up at you, eyes widening before they go back to normal. "You too, [Y/N]," he smiles before closing the door.

You stand there for a second, before you robotically move towards your couch and take a seat. You lean forward with your elbows against your knees.

"You don't even know him. He wasn't even here for 24 hours," you say to yourself, trying to blink back the tears. "There's no reason for you to get emotional over this."

Unfortunately this time, you don't win the fight against your tears. They start streaming down your face and you bury your head in your hands. You grab Chimmy and silently sob into him.

You've never been one to cry over a man. But this isn't just any man. This is Kim Namjoon.

You'd been a fan and followed his story for several years now. You'd never dreamed you'd get to meet him, let alone spend quality time with him. It was almost like having a glimpse of something important in your life, and then having it ripped away.

You didn't know how to explain your emotions, and you didn't need to try. You were going to carry these precious memories with you forever. But you knew it was going to hurt for a little while. So you cried it all out into your favorite yellow plushie.

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