The morning the boys had left your apartment, Namjoon rode back to the office in complete silence. Jin tried to make conversation a few times but Namjoon wouldn't respond. He just kept blankly staring out the window. He didn't really know what he was feeling, but he knew he wasn't in the mood for chatter.

He was still trying to process everything that had happened. Your existence was confusing to him. The same electricity you had felt, he felt too. But Namjoon was a busy man, so he didn't have much time to think about things. He didn't want to think about things. The more confused he was by something, the less he wanted to think about it.

He was at least excited that maybe his insomnia was finally cured.

After a very stressful and busy day, Namjoon was finally able to plop himself onto his king sized mattress, burying himself under his silk sheets and thick comforter. He made sure to shower, set the temperature low, take his vitamins, and even have a glass of wine before bed. Before the insomnia had started, that had always been his nightly routine to ensure a good night's sleep.

He checked his phone before going to sleep. 10:38pm.

He set his phone to charge and closes his eyes. His thoughts immediately drift to you, which is what he'd been trying to avoid all day.

He wonders how you're doing, which he knows he shouldn't. He doesn't have time for new friends or girlfriends. He's still pretty scarred from his last romantic endeavor. The time and distance had made her grow bitter over the course of their relationship. And in the end, he'd lost her.

He groans, flinging his arm over his face.

"No thinking. Just sleeping," he mumbles to himself.

To his surprise, he's actually able to fall asleep. But it doesn't last long because not even 2 hours later, he's back to stirring around in his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling.

The process repeats a few times until his alarm goes off at 7:30am.

Crankily, Namjoon rises from his bed and begins getting ready for another busy day.

• • • • • • • •

"Wait, seriously?" Jin asks. "You couldn't sleep? I thought you slept like a rock the other night."

"Yeah," Namjoon huffs. "I guess it was just one night of luck."

All 7 members are in the dressing room getting ready.

"You slept with [Y/N] next to you, right?" Taehyung asks.

She wasn't really next to me. Namjoon thinks to himself. She was more swallowed up in my arms.

Namjoon frowns. "Yeah, why?"

"Maybe you need to sleep next to someone? Try taking someone home and have them sleep with you." Taehyung says, trying to roll up his sleeves.

Namjoon isn't a fan of bringing random girls home. He isn't in to one night stands. He'd had his fair share of those in his early twenties but always found himself miserable or regretful the next day so he stopped.

Taehyung can see Namjoon's thoughts behind his scrunched up face. "I'm not saying you have to fuck her," he laughs. "I mean literally bring someone to sleep next to you. You know I like to cuddle. Bring me home," he winks.

Though he isn't pleased with the idea, Namjoon was actually desperate enough to consider it.

"It's actually not a bad idea," Yoongi chimes in. "Maybe that was the key. I'd say try recreating the scenario."

He sits there for a moment, pondering their words. After a good few minutes of thought, Namjoon finally speaks.

"Okay," he sighs. "Taehyung, you're coming home with me tonight."

Tae's face lights up like it's Christmas morning. "Forreal?! After all these years of begging you're finally gonna let me be your little spoon?!"

Namjoon rolls his eyes while Jin gets a good laugh out of the situation.

"I never said we could cuddle," Namjoon says. "Don't get your hopes up."

But to no one's surprise, it's 3am and Namjoon is wide awake, staring at his ceiling again. The only difference being Taehyung wrapped around him like a koala bear, drooling onto his shoulder.

• • • • • • • •

"Maybe it needs to be a female?" Hoseok says the next day as they're all taking a break from dance practice.

Namjoon's feeling even shittier than the day before. He almost wishes he hadn't gotten those 13 hours of sleep. It reminded his body what he was missing, and now he can't seem to get it back.

"[Y/N] is smaller than Taehyung. We all know you like small and cute things," he finishes up.

You aren't exactly small though. Yes you're smaller than Kim Taehyung but not by that much. You're actually quite tall for a female, especially one living in South Korea.

Namjoon frustratedly scratches the back of his head. "Who would I even bring home? How do I walk up to a girl and tell her I want her to come home with me but not fuck me?"

"What about Nari?" Jin asks.

Nari is one of the staff members that handles the stage lighting. She is a little bit older than Namjoon, somewhere around her mid thirties. She's pretty comfortable around all the members and some would even consider her a friend.

"I don't know," Namjoon sighs. "I'm nervous to get mixed up with one of our staff members. You remember what happened between Jimin and his makeup artist."

"Wow, someone's pretty confident that I'll fall for them."

Namjoon snaps his head around to see Nari standing behind him, hands on her hips with a pout.

"Ah, I..." Namjoon flushes, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"It's fine," she laughs, cutting him off. "Unfortunately for you, I started dating someone recently."

Namjoon's shoulders visibly sink.

"I was listening to your conversation though," Nari continues. "Why don't you just sleep next to the original girl again? What was her name? [Y/N]?"

Namjoon tenses up at just the thought of being near you again.

"Oh my god! We're so stupid!" Taehyung exclaims, smacking his forehead. "Just ask [Y/N]! She seemed so kind and willing to help when we spoke."

"You talked to her?" Namjoon asks, brows furrowing. He doesn't know why but he doesn't like that you spoke to Taehyung without him knowing.

"I was on the video call when Jin spoke to her. You were passed out in her lap," he smirks.

Namjoon's cheeks turn a light pink before looking away. He's just now remembering what you'd said in the apartment. You'd mentioned that getting to video chat with V was a form of your repayment.

"I don't know," Namjoon mumbles.

"What's wrong with it? Are you worried she'll catch feelings for you?" Nari asks.

Before Namjoon can answer, Jimin speaks up. "More like he's worried he'll catch feelings for her."

"W-what?!" Namjoon scoffs. "Why would you even think that?"

"Um, excuse me?" Jimin responds, his voice dripping in irritation. "Do you not remember the way you acted when I tried to flirt with her? You literally snatched our hands apart and told me she was off limits."

"T-that's because I know you're a notorious flirt." Namjoon stutters. "She had really helped me out and I didn't want her getting hurt. You're her bias for Christ sake."

"Yeah, sure. That's why you held her hand and gave her puppy dog eyes afterwards," Jimin says, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

A minimoni fight is very rare, but when it happens, it scares the hell out of everyone.

"Okay okay ladies," Jin finally chimes in, stepping between the two. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

Jin looks into Namjoon's eyes, very seriously. Jin doesn't get this look on his face often, so Namjoon immediately stiffens.

"You don't really have any other options, Namjoon. I can tell you're worried about hurting her, or her hurting you, or whatever's going on in that big head of yours," Jin sighs. "But honestly we're all just worried about you. You're getting paler and thinner. You need to sleep. Makeup can't cover it for much longer. Army is going to start noticing, and the last thing we want is for them to be upset."

"Yeah so it's best if you stop lying to yourself," Jimin snaps.

All it takes is one glare from Jin to make Jimin shut up and shrink in size.

"Fine," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. "I'll show you that I'm unfazed." Namjoon returns his attention to Jin. "Give me her number."

Jin turns pale for a second, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth. "Oh shit," he mumbles. "I don't have it."

"What?" Taehyung interjects. "We called her using your phone."

"It's my fault," Jungkook says, finally inserting himself into the conversation. "Jin hyung and I were wrestling outside, when I accidentally pushed him over too hard. His phone slid out from his pocket and got run over by Bang PD."

Namjoon just stands there with his mouth hanging open.

"Yeah," Jin smiles apologetically. "I lost all of my data, including my contacts. It's okay though! We know where she lives! We can make a surprise visit to her place tonight."

Namjoon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Let's go after practice."

"Don't worry hyung, I bet you'll be sleeping like a baby tonight," Taehyung grins.

• • • • • • • •

"I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you where she's staying. It's against the law."

Your building manager, Mr. Yang, is getting on Namjoon's nerves.

"Look, you saw us here the other day. You even shut the cameras off for us," Jin whines.

"I know, gentlemen," he sighs. "And I really am sorry. But people move into my building for privacy. Miss [Y/N] gave me a forwarding address but I am not legally allowed to disclose that information to people not listed on her emergency contacts."

Namjoon leans against the counter and lets out a frustrated grunt into his hands. "So what do we do now?" he asks Jin.

"We'll find her," he assures Namjoon, squeezing his shoulder. "We're BTS. We have connections. There's nothing in South Korea we can't get our hands on."

Unfortunately, Jin had to eat his words. Another 4 days go by and there's still no sign of you. All Namjoon knows about you is your first name and your occupation.

"I'm this close to just posting something on Weverse." Hoseok scowls. "She's a foreigner. She should be easy to pick out."

"No, don't post her name. I don't want anything to happen to her," Namjoon says wearily. He's giving up hope. He's so exhausted. His eyes burn every time he blinks and he's not eating well. He has headaches all the time.

How did I do this for four months straight? Will I have to live like this from now on? Namjoon thinks to himself.

The members are all dressed up in their Sunday best, preparing for a surprise pop up at a local convention for the mayor.

Taehyung stands in front of the one-way window, trying to get a good look at the crowd. He scans the room before falling on a familiar set of letters.

"Hey," he squeaks. "How do you spell [Y/N]'s name in English?"

Jin and Namjoon stand up and shuffle over to the window, Taehyung pointing to a small cardboard sign to the side that's hung up against the wall.

It reads:

Translation services available.

Please find a staff member wearing a blue badge.

Our translators include:

Jeffrey

Rebecca

Boram

Dan-Bi

Kyu

[Y/N]

Farrah

Namjoon's eyes widen as he reads your name, then he suddenly sees a familiar figure walk across the room. A face he's been dying to see for a week straight. Jin and Taehyung also notice you right away, gasping audibly.

You look amazing with your hair and makeup perfectly put together. You're wearing a petal pink dress that's professional, but also hugs your curves just right. You settled for white flats since you don't need to add more height with heels.

"Wait, my cousin works for that company." Yoongi says, peeking from behind Taehyung.

Without thinking, Namjoon immediately starts beelining it to the door. Jungkook and Jimin manage to grab him by the arms, having to use all their weight to prevent him from leaving.

"What the hell?!" he screams. "She's right there!" He struggles to escape from their grip. Tears are threatening to fall from his eyes because he's so exhausted — he can't thinking rationally.

Yoongi calmly steps in front of him, Jungkook and Jimin still having a firm hold on Namjoon's arms.

"Kim Namjoon, breathe." Yoongi speaks.

Namjoon's body slowly starts to relax as he forces himself to take a few deep breaths. If there's anyone who could calmly talk him off the ledge, it's Min Yoongi.

"Let him go," Yoongi says, almost a whisper to Jimin and Jungkook. They nod and slowly release him.

Yoongi maintains eye contact with Namjoon. "We know she's here and we know where she works. I also happen to personally know her boss." Yoongi sighs and puts his hands in his pockets. "Let me give him a call and bring her here. We can't risk blowing our cover. We're here for the mayor, we can't just run into the crowd."

Namjoon looks down and slowly nods, hanging his head. He's embarrassed to be acting like this in front of his band mates, but he's also too tired to care.

Namjoon hears Yoongi take his phone out and dial a number.

"Hey hyung," he says into the phone. "It's Yoongi. I have a weird request. Do you have an employee named [Y/N]?"

He pauses for a second. "You do?" he continues. "Great. I know this is random, but can you bring her into room A near the back of the auditorium?"

He pauses again, listening to the man on the other end of the phone.

"I know," he laughs, "I promise I'll owe you one. You'll have to enter through the back hallway. It's a bit of a trek. This room is hard to access for a reason, so you'll have to maneuver the halls, going the long way around."

After a few chuckles and minor exchanges, Yoongi hangs up the phone.

"She's on her way."

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Chapter 7 ~

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